Lingzhou is located in the northern Xinjiang, even though the area is extensive, but the prosperity and wealth can not be compared with the Central Plains. Therefore, although the number of people in the Snow Mountain Sect is small, when it comes to the area of land, it is a first-class broad.

At the end of the snow-capped mountains, there are towering peaks surrounded by winding mountain roads.

For the people of Lingzhou who live near the Snow Mountain Sect, except for the people who send daily necessities to the Snow Mountain, the area of the Snow Mountain Sect is unapproachable to ordinary people.

And today, under the Snow Mountain Sect, a strange figure suddenly appeared. The wide hat and thick coat are not exposed at all.

"Stop, who's who?"

It was a hut made of thick stone and mud and wood, and although it was neither large nor luxurious, the bonfire and hot soup that rose inside could bring special warmth to people in the wind and snow.

This is the outermost part of the Snow Mountain Sect, and the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect stationed here have to repeatedly destroy the wolf smoke at an agreed special frequency every three hours. Therefore, no matter who wants to attack the Snow Mountain Sect, it will be difficult to make a surprise attack.

Faced with the questioning of the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who rushed out, Jiang Feng did not open his mouth to answer, he just raised his head, revealed his eyes under the hat, and quietly looked at the other party's immature face.

With a sound of "Huo", the sword was unsheathed, and in the wind and snow, it added three points of coldness.

The straight long sword and the opponent's arm formed a straight line, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at Jiang Feng's throat. That distance of less than half a foot was not too far for such a swordsman whose arms did not tremble at all.

"Good!"

Jiang Feng's voice was low and slow, and there was a slight magnetic taste hidden in the vicissitudes of life.

"Very solid basic skills, good courage ......"

Jiang Feng said as he lifted the hat on his head, and his face was no longer immature when he left, replaced by pieces of perseverance and indifference.

Suddenly, he smiled, and his smile was beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, like the warm sun in winter. Everyone who sees this smile seems to feel a warm current rushing to their faces.

"Even if you don't know me, then you have heard the name Jiang Feng. Go ahead, and tell me that I want to see Mr. Weed!"

As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, the face of the Snow Mountain Sect disciple changed. Half a step back with his left foot, and at the same time his body is tilted, he has switched from attack to defense, although he may burst out from time to time.

At this time, after the other three people in the hut rushed out, one of them, who was quite thin, couldn't help but shout when he saw Jiang Feng: "Jiang Feng, it's Jiang Feng!"

For the Snow Mountain Sect, the river wind is a taboo and a legend. Regarding the authenticity of Jiang Feng's rebellion, and the reason, although there have been all kinds of debated speculations in the door, one thing is certain, that is, Jiang Feng's martial arts are far from being comparable to them.

This can be seen from the fact that Bai Wanjian led a large team of men and horses to the Central Plains to chase and kill Jiang Feng and Shi Zhongyu, but finally returned with a feather.

"Well, you wait, I warn you, don't make any mistakes!"

With the threat of the first person who had just begun to come out, the four of them avoided the river wind, and after muttering, finally, the person who came out at the beginning hurriedly ran towards the mountain.

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"What are you talking about, Jiang Feng, that little thief actually dares to come up the mountain, good, good, good, good!"

A day later, in the Snow Mountain Sect, Bai Zizi listened to the hurried advice from his disciples, and he was really angry in his heart.

Although there are various indications that the events of that year had nothing to do with Jiang Feng, it is very likely that he was wronged. However, in Bai Zizai's eyes, just betraying the door is undoubtedly a capital crime.

Moreover, the death of his beloved wife, his baby granddaughter, and his daughter-in-law's madness are also inseparable from Jiang Feng.

After listening to the disciple's report, he didn't care about anything else at the moment, so he strode out, performed light skills, and went straight down the mountain.

His Snow Mountain Sect's light skills are already good, coupled with Bai Zi's deep internal strength, at this time, under the gallop, everyone raised their heads and reacted for a little time, and they had already swept out of the distance of more than ten zhang.

"Daddy!"

"Master!" ......

The shouts of the crowd obviously could not have the slightest special impact on Bai Zizi. Not only that, but the speed under Bai Zi's feet was a little faster.

At this time, at the foot of the Snow Mountain Sect, Jiang Feng unceremoniously lived in the hut where the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect rested. All this seemed to be taken for granted to Jiang Feng.

Now that Jiang Feng has reached the realm of refining his own heart and seeing his mind, a few ordinary disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect, no matter what, will never form a real threat to Jiang Feng.

This was the second day that Jiang Feng had arrived here, and in the hut, Jiang Feng and the other three Snow Mountain Sect disciples sat on either side. Although they were afraid of Jiang Feng's martial arts, and they didn't dare to say anything about Jiang Feng's grandiose living in the hut, their defensive heart for Jiang Feng had never weakened.

When the sun swam right in the middle of the sky, the stunned sunlight slightly drove away the bone-eating chill caused by the multi-day wind and snow.

Those disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect had already begun to add various ingredients and spices to the cauldron above the campfire. It looks like it won't be long before a big lunch is about to take place.

However, at this time, Jiang Feng's expression moved, and he rushed out of the room, looking straight towards the path at the top of the mountain.

"There is a situation!"

Although the three disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect didn't understand what Jiang Feng's actions were, one thing was certain, that is, the three of them went out to have a look, and there was nothing wrong with that.

As the three of them forgot their gazes in the direction Jiang Feng's gaze was looking. After a short while, a figure was seen, from small to large, flying over the path.

"Boss!"

When the three of them saw the man's face clearly, a sense of joy overflowed in the words of the three of them. After all, Bai Zizai has always been an invincible existence in the hearts of everyone in the Snow Mountain Sect, don't you see, the Blood Knife Sect that used to be against the Snow Mountain Sect has now been defeated by the Snow Mountain Sect and collapsed?

As the white eyes fell on Jiang Feng's body, he suddenly let out a long howl sound that pierced through the sky from afar. Then as soon as Fang landed, he shouted violently: "Jiang Feng boy, take your life!"

At this time, Bai Zizi didn't use a blade, after all, he thought he was the number one fist and foot in the world, so why did he need to use a long sword for a traitor from the Snow Mountain Sect.

But when he reached out with his right hand, he was already pulling towards the back of Jiang Feng's neck. This shot was fast, the direction was strange, and in a whoosh, it was still approaching Jiang Feng's body, no matter how Jiang Feng dodged, it seemed that it was difficult to escape Bai Zi's grasp. (To be continued.) )