"Careless!"

In that mountain col where the mountain wind was howling and the frost and snow were drifting, light and shadow suddenly flashed, revealing Wang Mo's figure, and his brows swept over with a slight wrinkle.

At this time, he had been staying for two months, and after his investigation, it seemed that the place where the forbidden formation of the mountain gate was located, there was no appearance of a figure at all.

In his senses, there must be people in it, and there are a lot of them, but they let him wait for two months, Rao is Wang Mo is firm, and he can't help but wonder if his method of 'waiting for the rabbit' will work.

"It seems that it's time to go down the mountain, maybe you can get some gains!"

With a flash of his eyes, Wang Mo carefully looked at the empty, snow-covered mountain, hesitated slightly, and as soon as his figure spread, he immediately disappeared and wanted to go down the mountain.

Leaving here, Wang Mo quickly opened up, and he had reached the bottom of the mountain in half a moment, but around this mountain range, because of the respect of the monks for the wind and worry-free, no one dared to build a cave near this place.

By the time Wang Mo found a small town, it was already tens of thousands of miles away.

After a little dressing, Wang Mo entered the place called Baiming City casually, looked around at the monks, seemed to be checking something, and secretly dispersed his divine consciousness and searched in the town.

Back then, Feng Wuxian used the technique of blood chasing to find this place, just because he was concerned about Feng Qingyue's safety, he only marked the place where Feng Wuwu was, but he didn't pay much attention to the rest, and he only left a few useful information for Wang Mo.

But now Wang Mo didn't want to clash head-on with Feng Wuwu, a great cultivator in the late stage of the Transformation of the Gods, after all, he still had people to worry about on this continent.

What's more, although he was confident that after taking Feng Qingyue away, he hid in the Tianfeng Xuan Palace to prevent him from discovering it, but it was difficult to guarantee that this great monk had any secret techniques to find again, and when the time came, as long as he secretly responded, when the battle against demons was over, all the Avatar Cultivators who had already been anxious to go to the upper realm would leave, and then he would be able to solve this worry.

Although he is not afraid of the wind and worry-free, after all, he is not alone, and he has to solve his worries for the sake of getting up and for Feng Wufang, who has helped him.

In his opinion, it is naturally best to be able to quietly pick people up.

"That's you!"

Suddenly, after searching for the tea, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and his figure disappeared in place.

The people around him felt a gust of fresh breeze blowing on their faces, and they didn't even bother their eyes, and they didn't notice it at all.

......

In the depths of an ordinary courtyard, there was a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance, sitting upright with his eyes closed, as if he was cultivating something.

The fog around his body was shrouded, and when the white mist surged, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and he waved his hands at the dantian, and slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced around, his eyes were full of doubt, and then he pinched forward with one hand, and there seemed to be a faint light flickering around him, and after a while, there was no sound.

"Could it be that it is due to the hallucinations caused by the fatigue of the mind after cultivating for too long recently?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself with a slight frown.

But before his words fell, a blue shadow flashed behind him, and suddenly a figure flashed, but it seemed to be unaware of it, and he still lowered his head in confusion and pondered.

When the figure reached out with an arm and landed on top of its head, its whole body suddenly shook, and its back tensed, as if it wanted to tilt its head, but the next moment, there was no movement.

There was a faint crackling sound, and I saw the blue-gold arc above my head flickering, and it was enough time for the tea to pass, and the blue-gold brilliance disappeared.

Then the figure withdrew his palm, and suddenly the green shadow flashed, and disappeared without a trace.

I don't know how long it took, the middle-aged man moved again, at first he was a little confused, as if he had just woken up from a big sleep, shook his head and raised his head, and his right hand subconsciously touched the top of his head.

The next moment, on the raised face, there was a sudden change of color, the golden and silver brilliance around his body flashed, and a golden brilliance spat out from his mouth, and the body jumped forward in a burst of thunder, and the golden brilliance instantly stabbed towards his back.

Sting!

But there was nothing on its back, and the golden light instantly pierced the ground, and suddenly the brilliance was forbidden to flicker, and the golden light reversed to reveal a golden sword inside.

"Shhh

At this time, the middle-aged man came to his senses, saw the empty secret room, and immediately gasped.

The expression on his face changed several times, blue and white, and finally turned into a cold sweat, gritted his teeth fiercely, put the golden sword into his mouth, and put away several things in the secret room with a flick of his sleeve.

Then, with one hand, he pinched the door of the secret room, and with a creak, a stone door opened, and his figure jumped out, and disappeared without a trace in a short time.

Such a scene happened in several places in this town of Baiming City.

These people who fled in a hurry all looked like ghosts, and hurried away without time for other care, which made the people who saw them suspicious, but none of them dared to stop the inquiry.

These monks are all first-order existences of the Sect Master, where can anyone not open their eyes and touch their heads when the other party is obviously in a bad mood?

......

Time flies like a white horse, and more than a month passes, this time is really nothing to Wang Mo, after all, with his current cultivation, every retreat is a few years long, and he will not feel anxious about it.

Just when the mountain wind was howling, rolling silver-white snowflakes flying, as if to fill the mountain road, at least five or six faint white solitary shadows flashed on a winding and invisible mountain road below.

In such weather, shuttling through the snow-capped mountains, combined with extremely fast speed, if mortals see it, they will inevitably think that it is a ghostly existence.

In a short time, the white shadows came and landed in front of a mountain col, which seemed to be nothing, but if you looked closely, you could faintly feel like a mountain gate.

When he came to the front, suddenly there was a roll of silver-white light, and the mountain wind whistling around him paused as if it were still, and then revealed the faces of the figures inside, led by two beautiful women with beautiful figures and dignified appearances.

It's just that they are dressed in plain silver, and because of the weather, these women look extremely cold, and inadvertently, there is always a chill emerging from the bottom of their hearts.

But between the two white-clothed women in their twenties, there were four naïve girls who were only about six or seven years old, who were flashing their innocent and immaculate eyes, looking around curiously.

For the wind and frost around him, he seems to have no fear of it, and under the long eyelashes, the crystal eyes seem to be full of longing for the world.

Just as these girls were looking, above the sky, there was a sudden melodious smile like a bell: "Giggles, I didn't expect Senior Sister Rong to come back so soon, but the Snow Girl chosen this time is too few, be careful of being punished by a few ancestors!"

Then the silver light flashed, and a huge cloud suddenly fell above, and suddenly two pretty female nuns in the same clothes as the two women flashed, looking at the two women with a smug expression.

Although the two girls are equally pretty, the paper-thin lips of one of them make this woman look extremely mean.

Behind them, there stood twenty girls of five or six years old or even less than ten years old, but they did not look around with the same curiosity as the girls before, but they all looked uneasy.

Among them, there are several women, and there are even a few red marks on their immature cheeks, as if they have been slapped by someone.

"Senior Sister Liang, quantity doesn't mean anything, the key is to look at quality!"

Among the two women who appeared first, a slightly petite woman seemed to glance at the woman who appeared later with disdain, and said coldly.

The thin-lipped female cultivator who spoke sarcastically also snorted disdainfully with a cold look, but secretly she poked out her divine sense and swept over the girls behind the two women.

The next moment, his eyes widened, as if he had discovered something, and he stuttered in surprise: "Hmph, just rely on you Liu Yuhua, can you still ...... This is...... Single-line Water Spirit Root!"

The woman who stood next to her suddenly changed her disdainful expression, and a cold glow flashed in her beautiful eyes, and a strange fluctuation spread immediately.

"Yuhua summons, let the disciples of the mountain open the ban, and we will go back to the palace!"

Sensing the suddenly pale faces of the four girls behind him, the figure of 'Senior Sister Rong', who had never spoken, blocked the four children in front of her for a moment, and her head did not return.

"Yes!"

Liu Yuhua glared at the thin-lipped female cultivator hatefully, took out a light blue jade plate with a flip of her jade hand, and pinched it with one hand.

The silver-blue brilliance on it flashed, and suddenly a touch of brilliance disappeared into the col a few zhang ago, and after a while, I saw a few flashes of brilliance, and a gap appeared in Weng Ran for a while.

Looking from the opening, there is a stone staircase winding upward, and the surrounding green trees are hurrying, which looks particularly vibrant.

When the opening opened, the aqua blue light flashed inside, and four figures flew out in a flash, revealing their bodies in a flash, and there were four pretty women.

"Meet the four uncles!"

As soon as these female nuns appeared, they wanted to bow down to the four women led by them, with respectful expressions on their faces.

"Get up!"

The 'Senior Sister Rong' waved her hand casually, and she and Liu Yuhua's sleeve robe rolled up and took the four girls directly and fled inward, disappearing on the stone steps in an instant.

Seeing this, the two female cultivators, the woman who had been silent, frowned, and looked at it a little unwillingly, and then the thin-lipped female cultivator waved a cloud of mist, swept all the girls into it, and flew into the mountain gate.

For the four female disciples who knelt down and didn't get up, they didn't even look at it.

"Hey, when will we be able to advance to the Sect Master, we won't have to guard the mountain gate here!"

After the women left, one of the women guarding the mountain gate sighed with envy and said in distress.

"Don't feel painless self-pity, this triennial Snow Girl Apprenticeship Conference, and I don't know how many girls can't come back, let's do our own things with peace of mind!"

Another female nun shook her head slightly.

"Shhhh

A slightly cautious woman glanced cautiously around, and hurriedly pulled a glance at her companion.

When the girls heard this, they hurriedly kept silent, each took out a blue jade plate, and as soon as their bodies flickered, they rushed into the gap, and then cast a spell.

Looking at the slowly disappearing gap, and the obscured scenery, the wind and snow are still howling, but no one notices, and when the gap disappears, a faint green shadow disappears in a flash.

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