A few days later, in the middle of nowhere. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew!"

Xiaobai stood on a high hill and howled in the sky.

On the opposite cliff, a long echo soon came.

As this long howl spreads, the mountains seem to become lively.

Fang Qianyuan was smiling, standing on a flat ground not far away, in front of him, there was a stone slab that was born flat and lay on the ground like a tabletop, with a long roll of drawing paper spread out on it.

Under Fang Qianyuan's fine control, the pen fairy stood suspended in the air, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and on the snow-white drawing paper, lines appeared.

Soon, the scene of the mountains was revealed.

At this moment, Fang Qianyuan's paintings have become a little more exquisite, because since he entered the snow world, he has depicted the scenes of snow fields and vast heavens and the earth every day, and he has gone deep into the mountains and forests many times before, indulging in the mountains and rivers, and has already had the images of these famous mountains and rivers in his chest, which is completely different from the painter who specializes in painting skills, but rarely reads the mountains and rivers everywhere.

His skills may still have a lot of youth and shortcomings, but they are spiritually moving, as if there is a real divine will hidden in them.

Before coming to the Snow World, he had sent his paintings in Longya Mountain to the Ink Fairy, and the results were highly praised.

After about a stick of incense, the pen fairy light was collected, and it retreated, and the picture scroll was pushed to the end, and another long scroll was used up.

Fang Qianyuan inspected the painting and nodded with satisfaction.

These are his intentions, between the paintings, their own ink rhyme generated, the pen fairy seems to be moisturized again, become more spiritually moving, I believe that if you see more scenic spots, you will soon be promoted to the top grade!

"In fact, this kamikaze snowy mountain itself is the best subject, but unfortunately, I have painted it in the previous few paintings, but I have always only had its shape, not its god, and it is not very helpful for the generation of ink rhyme and the evolution of pen immortals. ”

"Otherwise, such a majestic and majestic scenery of Xianshan will definitely be able to become the best ink rhyme food!"

Fang Qianyuan knew that this was because he had no qi in his chest, and he didn't have the divine will of this immortal mountain in his mind, so he would be like this.

Otherwise, even if it is only a few mysteries, it is completely enough for the pen immortal to evolve again.

However, this kind of thing could not be forced, and after he checked it, he also put away the scroll and stuffed it back into the treasure bag for safekeeping.

Fang Qianyuan glanced at Xiao Bai, who had already jumped down the hill and was playing below, and did not call it back, but stood silently, sensing the world in all directions.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the Holy Mountain of the Snow Realm, the qi of heaven and earth in this place is very peculiar, it seems that because of the influence of Dao Yun, the power of the wind channel and ice and snow is extremely active!"

"I'm here, it's like I'm in the middle of a storm and snow generated by a supernatural spell, and I can clearly sense its changes and flows. ”

"This is the way in which heaven and earth naturally operate their vitality, and the ancient sages comprehended the truth from this flow and change, so as to deduce supernatural spells and various martial arts!"

The ancients all taught nature, so the natural phenomena of heaven and earth, the fighting of various beasts and monsters, and the act of hiding can all become objects of learning.

Fang Qianyuan did not have a fixed destination for this trip, and only planned to go as deep into the holy mountain as possible to find a few feng shui treasures where spiritual energy was accumulated, and then stopped to live temporarily.

But along the way, something has already begun to be gained.

This kind of harvest is not only beneficial to pen fairies.

Suddenly, Fang Qianyuan's complexion changed slightly, and he tried to transfer the spirit yuan and integrate his breath into the nearby ice and snow!

This is the way he deduced it according to the secret breath method passed down by the sect, combined with the actions of watching various creatures in the snow evade natural enemies and lurking and hunting along the way.

The aura on his body quickly vanished, and the heat seemed to disappear completely.

The whole person seemed to be frozen and turned into a cold stone.

Lingyuan condensed, covering him with a thin layer of frost mist, and then, it actually began to freeze.

Time kept passing, and unconsciously, after more than a full moment, Fang Qianyuan didn't move again.

A snow rabbit jumped up and running from the wasteland on the other side, as if it wanted to cross the mountain road and walk to the grass on the other side.

It thought it was a natural rock, and wanted to hide itself from the threat from the sky.

With a crackle, the ice cracked, and a hand suddenly reached out of it, grabbing the snow hare's long ear.

"Haha, send it to the door yourself, just make a tooth sacrifice!" Fang Qianyuan lifted the snow rabbit high, watching it struggle desperately, and couldn't help but show a comfortable smile.

"It didn't even avoid me, it seems that it is really regarded as a stone without a life qi machine, my "Condensation Technique", can be regarded as a successful cultivation?"

"Condensation Technique" is a method of concealment in the ice path, which is a means to freeze one's own breath through secret methods and evade reconnaissance.

Some martial artists who are proficient in controlling qi and blood can do so by controlling their own qi and blood.

Some monks who are good at other supernatural spells can also rely on the supernatural spells of other paths to do so.

But for Fang Qianyuan, who controlled Xiaobai and Shui Linggen, this way of achieving it was easier and more perfect.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of Fang Qianyuan's cultivation, since he came to this snow realm, all his perceptions and understandings related to wind, snow and frost have been improving rapidly, and the corresponding supernatural spells, big and small know-how, are also rapidly mastering.

He felt that he was getting closer and closer to the promotion level.

Not long after, Xiao Bai whined, attracting Fang Qianyuan's attention, Fang Qianyuan looked over there, only to see Xue Hong, who had gone to the mountains to hunt, returning with two hunting dogs and a few blue wolves.

The latter was sent by Fang Qianyuan to help him, although Xue Hong was a high-level martial artist, even if he encountered ordinary demon beasts, he was not afraid, but if there was an emergency, Fang Qianyuan could also quickly detect it through the induction between the spirit object and the host, so as to support it.

But fortunately, he was fine, and he came back with an antelope on his back.

Fang Qianyuan walked over, smiled and watched Xiaobai come forward to help, and he also stepped forward to skin and bleed to dispose of the prey.

It was not a difficult task for them, and they quickly settled the prey and began to enjoy it.

Xuehong's barbecue skills are very good, and with the unique flavor seasoning of the snowman, it has a slightly spicy taste, which is very delicious.

Fang Qianyuan couldn't help but give a thumbs up as he ate, and praised again and again: "Brother Xuehong, the meat you roast is much better than what I made." ”

It suddenly occurred to him that it would be a pity that such a delicious delicacy could only be eaten here, and asked, "Can you teach me how to do it?"

Hearing Fang Qianyuan's praise, Xue Hong grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, and even told Fang Qianyuan that there was no problem.