After Chen Jiannan left, this thick snow-covered ice field returned to its original silence and coldness, but from time to time there was a cold wind that rolled up the snow flakes on the ground and whistled through, but the whole space did not have the slightest breath of life, and even the giant trees in the distant woods seemed to be dead. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Above the snow-covered woods on the bare branches, several figures quickly flew towards the position where Chen Jiannan had left before a stick of incense.

The young man at the front was wearing a moon-white dress, and the gold lines on the white clothes flashed, and a sense of wealth and nobility was coming.

The young man is handsome, but the arrogance and conceit in his eyebrows are a little excessive, giving people the feeling that they are too over-the-top, and everyone who sees him will stay away.

Such a person who is arrogant and arrogant must be a person with selfish character and narrow-mindedness.

The man next to the young man's slanted thorn is short and obscene, and the pleasing color in his eyebrows is unconsciously revealed, as if he is a character who sings flowers in Peking Opera.

The young man was followed by four monks in blue robes, all of whom were holding long swords in their hands, and the waist tags hanging from their waists were all the waist cards of the Absolute Immortal Sect.

Needless to say, the young man was Fan Xubo, and the obscene man next to him was Lao Wu, and the four monks who followed behind had a breath in their bodies, and they were the Yuanying masters of the Absolute Immortal Sect.

The aura of the monks in the Qi refining period and the Jindan period is relatively outward, while the cultivation of the Yuanying monks is higher, and the breath is more restrained, hidden but not revealed.

Lao Wu pointed to the northwest and shouted, "Brother Fan, look, there is a circle of dark and red spots over there. ”

Fan Xubo is also very strange, how can the entire snow-capped ice field have a round speckled red, is it a circle drawn by someone who is very bored, or is it some kind of witchcraft pattern?

Patterns drawn with blood or cinnabar by sorcerers performing witchcraft are more likely in the Southern Wilderness, but in the deserted place of the Northern Plains, it is difficult to imagine that a sorcerer would come here.

The Mongols and Oroqen in the north have shamans, and their dwellings are a little southerly and it is unlikely that they will come to the northern plains.

The group flew forward with puzzled thoughts, Fan Xubo Fei looked at it carefully for a while, pondered for a moment before saying: "This is a person who is forced from all sides, like a tomato thrown into a juicer, being crushed into meat foam, plasma, and bone chips splashed out. ”

Lao Wu frowned, and said strangely: "Brother, you are also teasing when you speak, if a person is killed, how can the flesh and bones be pulped, how can it be sprayed so far and smeared so evenly on the ground." According to the younger brother, it looks like a wizard smeared it little by little in order to perform some kind of witchcraft. ”

"There was a fight here, and it was the monk who was killed. ”

Fan Xubo didn't pay attention to Lao Wu's words, and looked down with a solemn face, as if he was talking to himself.

Fan Xubo thought as he looked down.

"This is a one-sided slaughter, the slain monk crashed into the ice field twice, and you see, there are two craters that have been knocked out. ”

Lao Wu looked in the direction of Fan Xubo's finger, and sure enough, there were two impact craters, and he slandered Fan Xubo's judgment in his heart, but he gave a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Brother Fan is really smart, a butterfly flaps its wings, and it knows where the wind is going to blow thousands of miles away." ”

Fan Xubo ignored the old Wu who was full of slander, his eyes lit up, and he saw something that shone in a long strip and shone with gold and silver light.

Fan Xubo leaned down and picked up the thing that emitted golden and silver light, it was a Guan Gong knife with a twisted gold handle, a crooked knife surface, and a few blades rolled up.

Fan Xubo carefully looked at the lines carved on the surface of Guan Gong's knife, which was a gluttonous pattern, and said in shock: "I know, Chen Jiannan was poisoned, and the ninja corpse we saw on the road was killed by him, and it was Li Cifo who died here, and he also killed it." ”

"Li Ci Buddha thought that Chen Jiannan was deeply poisoned, so he chased after him, but he was easily killed, the legend is that there is a trick called the Nine Holy Dynasty Sect of the Lost Immortal Swordsmanship, which can crush the enemy into a paste and spray out, it seems that the poison in the madman's body has been almost solved, and he can send out such a powerful move. ”

Fan Xubo's eyes shone with a deep light, and he made the above judgment.

It is simply too smart to make such a judgment just by seeing these dead things, Lao Wu's eyes were stunned, and he gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "God, Brother Fan is really like a god, and he is even more divine than the legendary and clever immortal Zhuge Kongming." ”

Lao Wu was patting his ass, and not far away, a black shadow flew in the air to the north.

The clear sky was blue, with only a few catkins-like white clouds floating, constantly changing shapes.

The ice field and the sky are blue and white, an empty and silent, and black is the most striking in the blue and white space.

Lao Wu immediately noticed the figure of a woman in a black dress fluttering, raised his hand and shouted: "Hey, Su Beibei, your third brother was killed by that madman, why do you have to defend him." It's better to follow my graceful and graceful Yushu Linfeng clever Brother Fan, how good the male and female looks are, both sides are good families and good blood, and having a baby is guaranteed to be a genius. ”

Su Beibei flew forward like an arrogant and lonely wild goose, ignoring Lao Wu's obscene and flirtatious words.

Fan Xubo glanced up at Su Beibei, his face was full of black mist, and led Lao Wu and the four masters to chase after him.

The enlightened monk led six upright disciples and one anti-head junior brother to track down the traces of the fight all the way, and every time he saw a dead ninja, they all chanted a Buddha horn in unison, recited a few words of the Sutra of Transcendence, and surpassed the soul of the deceased.

Concubine Ouyang Yue led seven flower-like beauties to walk with the monks, causing the eyes of several lustful monks to look at all the bewitching women from time to time, and the saliva could only be swallowed in the stomach.

In a short time, they tracked down the scene where twelve ninjas were killed by Chen Jiannan, and each of the dead people was frozen into ice sculptures, and the death was varied.

"Amitabha, Chen Jiannan is really a great crime. The enlightened monk folded his hands and sang a Buddha horn to the sad and miserly.

"Hey, monk, you didn't see it, why did you say that Jian Nan killed it?"

The enlightened monk replied slowly: "The northern plains are deserted and uninhabited, and the deceased has just died, judging from the time, the murderer should be the madman Chen Jiannan." ”

"According to the palace, it was the monk who killed you. Ouyang Yuefei did not give up, but said that she was a murderer.

The enlightened monk shook his head and chuckled: "Ouyang Palace Master said that he was joking, the poor monk has always been with the palace master, how could the palace master ever see the poor monk kill people?"

"The bald donkey didn't see Jiannan killing, why did he say that he killed him. Concubine Ouyang Yue had an angry look on her face, and she had the implication that she would kill the monk if she didn't agree with her.

The back of Monk Lile's head was facing Ouyang Yuefei, and his mouth in the opposite direction shouted angrily: "Hmph, it wasn't killed by a madman, who else lost his conscience like this?"

Chen Jiannan is the initiator of the opposite direction of Le's head, and the monk hates him very much.

"Then how do you know that it wasn't these people who chased and killed Jiannan, but they were killed, and they deserved to die?" Although Ouyang Yuefei guessed that it was very likely that Chen Jiannan killed him, she always defended it in her heart and was always worried about his safety.

In the hearts of beauties, Chen Jiannan doesn't care how many people he kills, as long as he doesn't get hurt.

But looking at this situation, these ant monks dared to hunt down Chen Jiannan, and Concubine Ouyang Yue had an ominous premonition in her heart, so she was easily annoyed.

The enlightened monk did not argue with Concubine Ouyang Yue, who looked like an angry phoenix, and silently led his junior brother and chased all the way down from the traces in the snow.

It didn't take long for two groups of eight shiny monks and eight delicate beauties facing each other to rush in the direction of due north as they swept past the position of the dark red disc.