In order to reduce the risk, it is undoubtedly much better to use spirit control than to let it go.

Snow Spirit and the big toad of Moon Lake, although they are both blessed and came into being, but they are fundamentally different.

One is the frog at the bottom of the well, completely relying on Mochizuki Lake, and working hard to achieve today's achievements;

When the big toad leaves Moon Lake, it is a salted fish that has lost its dreams, and when Xue Ling walks out of the snowy mountain, he is a phoenix that flies on the branches.

If you apply spirit control to Xue Ling, it will immediately be like a stick, and the landing phoenix is not as good as a chicken.

After thinking about it, in order to stand on the long-term interests, he still decided not to use the spirit control technique, and wanted to observe for a while.

If the snow spirit fights back, he will immediately use spirit control to control it.

However, he really thinks too much, and these issues are not on the agenda now.

The first problem in front of him is, how can Xue Ling understand his thoughts without soul control?

Mu Wanfeng set her eyes on Xiaomi: "Uh...... Xiaomi, can you teach them to speak?"

Millet suddenly became angry: "What do you think of me!

Mu Wanfeng licked her face and said, "You don't have a lot of skills, you are more experienced in this area, don't you teach rice well?"

After making up his mind, he strode towards Juhan Bingxin.

Just when his hand was about to slam into Juhan Bingxin, Xiaomi's words made his hand retract again.

"Idiot, if you want your girl to be abolished, just do it!twitter~"

Mu Wanfeng suddenly discovered that Xiaomi was no longer the Xiaomi it used to be.

Millet said: "Don't look at me like that, it's normal to breathe dirty air all day long, and it's rotten." Twitter~"

Mu Wanfeng asked, "Then what should I do?"

Millet said: "The heart of cold ice is an extremely cold thing, and when it is formed, it is frozen for thousands of miles. Although this one is only in shape, it is not something that can be touched by hand. ”

"You can wrap it in something else, or put it in the space ring. Twitter~"

Mu Wanfeng suddenly realized, stretched out his hand, and with a movement of his mind, he put it into the space ring.

Seeing this, the two snow spirits immediately screamed like children who had been robbed of toys, but they only howled dryly, not daring to act rashly.

Mu Wanfeng smiled proudly and ordered: "Withdraw!"

The group roared out of the cave and rushed in the direction of the snow-capped mountain.

As Xiaomi said, two snow spirits, one large and one small, overlapping each other like arhats, are far behind and not close.

After settling in the snow-capped mountains again, Mu Wanfeng went straight to two places, one was the attic where the books were stored, and the other was the treasure house where the treasures were hidden.

It stands to reason that this place has been hidden for many years, and the original medicine garden will produce a lot of good things.

But a fool can imagine that under the influence of the cold air, the cultivators of the Purple Mansion Realm would not be able to survive, let alone the fragile spirit grass.

In the library pavilion, Mu Wanfeng flipped through a book and threw a book, and after a rough glance, he said: "Ten Thousand Poison Hall on the first floor, Hehuan Hall on the second floor, Blood Sword Hall on the third and fourth floors, let's do it!"

Pei Yuan and Liu Meiniang both knew that the classics on the third and fourth floors were better, but they were not dissatisfied. It's good that they can have a mouthful of soup to drink.

The exercises and classics of the Library Pavilion are simply worlds different from the jade slips of the Xuantian Secret Realm, and none of them are useful to Mu Wanfeng.

Maybe it's the Snow Mountain branch that has taken away all the important classics.

However, for the rest of the world, these texts are not exaggerated.

Pei Yuan and Liu Meiniang didn't care about it at first, but when they flipped through a few books at random, their bodies began to tremble with excitement.

Whether it is alchemy, refining, or formation, it is the most basic classic of the Snow Mountain.

However, in their eyes, it was several levels higher than what they had been exposed to before.

Among them, what they benefited the most was the cultivation and application of potential, which completely subverted their previous cognition.

In a place like a cult, which is a mixture of fish and dragons, it has always been respected for its strength.

Therefore, in order to stabilize his position, Bai Wufang did not reveal too many things to these subordinates.

Mu Wanfeng didn't know if it was right to do this, but his purpose was to break into Lingxiao Pavilion and grab people, and in order to quickly expand the strength in his hands, he couldn't think about it so much.

After a long time, still under the urging of Mu Wanfeng, all the classics were finally distributed.

Mu Wanfeng said in a deep voice: "After I go back this time, digest what I got into my brain, and then burn all the classics!"

Everyone is not stupid, they know what is at stake, and they all nodded their heads in agreement.

Subsequently, Mu Wanfeng took people to the treasure house again, but the result was worse than the library pavilion.

In the huge room, there was nothing except a bunch of standard medium-grade spiritual weapons, and it seemed empty.

Adhering to the principle that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, and no matter how ugly a woman is, Mu Wanfeng asked people to take it into their pockets. When you go back, you will distribute it to the subordinates of the Blood Sword Hall with low cultivation.

After exiting the Treasure Pavilion, Mu Wanfeng suddenly thought of a question: since he had already dug up the grave of the Snow Mountain, how could he give up halfway and not turn over the corpse?

Sure enough, after finding the three corpses in the back mountain, there was an unexpected gain.

On the bone fingers of these three old things, they are actually wearing space rings!

The space ring has a spirit, and others cannot open it after dripping blood to recognize the Lord, but people are already dead, and they have become ownerless.

After Mu Wanfeng dropped blood one by one, he poured out the contents one by one.

Among them, there was a booklet, he flipped through it, and estimated that there were more than a dozen pages, recording the cultivation method called Ice Condensing Technique.

Mu Wanfeng threw it into the hand of the Yan and said, "This thing is a bit useful, with the spirit sword in your hand, the leapfrog challenge is not a dream!"

Although Yan was pleased, he still said: "Mu Gongzi, this thing ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Mu Wanfeng: "Don't be stressed, this thing is useless to me!"

Just kidding, Qianshan Jue and Qinxin Purple Moon Sword are enough for him to toss, and if he wants to practice other exercises, it is tantamount to a phoenix hatching eggs, and the price is dropped!

The rest are some bottles and cans, as well as alchemy, refining and other materials, which are in good condition, and finally give Mu Wanfeng some comfort.

The small jade bottle was full of pills, Mu Wanfeng didn't understand, so she could only go back and ask Bai Wufang.

At this point, he can be regarded as having scavenged the snow-capped mountains, and was about to organize people to leave, but found that the rice was missing.

"Where can it run away where there is no female dog? Rice! Rice! gone!"

The sound of Mu Wanfeng shook the snow on the pine trees.

After a while, the rice trotted in from a distance, and the whole body of snow-white and shiny grass was in its mouth, and it kept chewing.

"Rice, where did you get the stuff in your mouth?"

The rice grunted, swallowed the chewed grass, and said, "There's a piece on the hillside next to it, what's wrong?"