Autumn goes to winter, heavy snow covers the mountains, birds and beasts in the mountains are extinct, Wei 17 hunts monsters all the way, unconsciously comes to the northernmost part of the Jietian Ridge, a towering mountain peak stands in front of you, looking up, the mountain peaks are like giants in the sky, the ice and snow are covered, the grass and trees are sparse, revealing a strange dignified and solemn.

Time is running out, it's almost time to turn back! Wei Qiqi squinted his eyes and looked at the top of the mountain, when he suddenly heard a low crashing sound, drowning in the wind and snow, fleeting. He listened intently, and after a few moments, the same voice sounded again, this time more realistically, an iron pickaxe striking at the rocks, coming from the depths of the mountain.

Could it be that someone is mining in the mountains? Wei Qiqi became curious and followed the sound and climbed towards the mountain.

There is no road to follow in the barren mountains, the rocks are covered with ice and snow, and he does not leave his hands if he slips, Rao is Wei Seventeen is physically strong, and there is no place for him in this kind of place, so he has to poke into the ice with an iron rod to borrow strength, grab a few shrubs that are sparsely pulled, and slowly climb up the mountain like ants.

Rounding an axe-like cliff and coming to the north of the mountain, the wind and snow suddenly became furious, the heavens and the earth turned upside down, the ghost cried wolf, and the faintly audible crash was drowned in the roaring wind, and he lost his way, and could not open his eyes, and could only grope his way forward by feeling.

After climbing for a while, Wei Qiqi began to retreat, the climate was so bad, it was not a way to go on like this, at that moment he found a gentle slope, plucked up the qi of the earth to protect his whole body, and slid down the ice and snow, every time he slipped a few zhang away, he used an iron rod to stabilize his body, take a breath, and continue to slide down.

"Ding-" There was another low sound, coming from not far away, Wei Qiqi's spirit was lifted, he climbed over against the wind and snow, and found that there was a dark cave between the cliffs, and there was a slight hot steam. He listened intently, and heard several more crashes, indeed, from the depths of the cavern.

Wei Qiqi picked up a piece of crushed ice and threw it lightly, and the ice seemed to fall into a smooth corridor, sliding all the way and disappearing into the darkness out of sight. Just as he was holding his breath and listening, a dazzling sword light shot out of the darkness, as fast as a spark, and shot towards him in the chest.

Wei Qiqi hurriedly erected the iron rod and smashed it hard, the flying sword and the iron rod collided together, competing with each other, the fire splashed everywhere, seeing that the iron rod was overwhelmed, and the surface was cracked with cobweb-like fine lines, his heart was cold, and the qi of the earth gushed out, and he swept the flying sword aside with a fierce force.

In terms of strength, he is not inferior to his opponent, but the iron rod cannot withstand the sharp edge of the flying sword.

Wei Qiqi seemed to hear someone's "huh", he knew that it was not good, and was about to roll down the mountain with his body, when a pale golden rope flew out of the darkness, like a flying dragon, entangled his right leg and pulled it inward. Wei Qiqi snorted, exerted strength in his waist and abdomen, held the hole with an iron rod with his right hand, and hurriedly took out the bone knife with his left hand.

The flying swordfish jumped up and stabbed him in the throat, menacing, but the killing intent was not heavy, Wei Seventeen sighed, just that's it, waved the iron rod to block the flying sword, and as soon as his strength was loosened, he was dragged into the hole by the rope.

The cave stretched diagonally downward, the walls were unexpectedly smooth, Wei Qiqi was like sitting on a slide, his head and feet, a cloud of smoke rushed into the darkness, and the flying sword pressed behind him step by step, forcing him not to slow down.

After turning a few corners, his eyes suddenly lit up, he involuntarily fell into a huge hollow, the surroundings were empty, there was no place to borrow, looking up, the dark hole was rapidly moving away, looking down, the light was dazzling, a man and a woman were cast on the stone wall, erratic.

The hard rock collided head-on, and Wei Qiqi desperately drove the Gen Earth Qi to protect himself, but he still fell dizzy, shook his internal organs, and spewed out half a mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth, tried to get up, and looked at it with wide eyes, feeling that the man and the woman were a little familiar, it seemed to be Qian Ju'an of the Pingyuan faction and Cao Yu of the Xuantong faction.

The rope let go of his legs, and the spirit snake retracted into Cao Yu's sleeve, and the flying sword circled around and returned to Qian Ju'an's hand. Wei Qiqi staggered and saluted, and said in a hoarse voice: "I've seen Uncle Qian, Uncle Cao." As he spoke, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Cao Yu blinked, finally recognized him, and said with a smile: "Who is it, it turned out to be a disciple of the Xiandu Sect Winter Hunting, no wonder you can block Senior Brother Qian's flying sword blow!" How did you find here?"

Wei Qiqi smiled bitterly: "The disciple chased the monster and came to the mountain, was trapped by the wind and snow, slid down all the way, stumbled upon the entrance of the cave, and didn't want to be dragged down by the uncle." ”

"Hehe, it's really a coincidence that no book is written. ”

Cao Yu smiled like a flower, there was a talisman floating beside him, exuding a dazzling light, Qian Ju'an returned the sword into the sheath with a straight face, bent down to pick up the iron pickaxe under his feet, his clothes were full of dust, Wei Qiqi looked along the direction where the two were standing, and saw that in the potholed rocks, there were pieces of jet-black ore, faintly flashing with purple brilliance.

Qian and Cao were obviously collecting ore, what kind of precious ore did they have to work for themselves? Wei Qiqi felt that his situation was a little embarrassing, and took the initiative to ask: "It turns out that the two senior uncles are mining here, and the disciple's cultivation is low, and he has a lot of dead strength, so let the disciple do this kind of rough work." ”

Qian Ju'an hesitated for a moment, handed him the pickaxe, and said, "It's okay, you can try it." ”