On this day, snow fell again in the sky. The wind was very strong, and the wind swept up the snow, and it was very cold. Even monks don't like to travel in this weather, not that monks can't withstand this bad weather, but this dull breath makes people dizzy with headaches, and before they know it, their mood becomes bad. The wind and rain are about to come and fill the buildings! Maybe the blizzard and the wind also mean something! The streets are a little deserted, and this weather is a time when monks who want to understand some Taoism may come out to hang out, or those who have important things to do will hurry away. Most of the remaining monks meditate and practice in the caves, and there are no jiazi in the mountains, and there are no years of cultivation, and the monks have become accustomed to long periods of retreat.

The streets were a little deserted, the wind was still roaring wildly, and with the heavy snow, it had blurred people's vision, even Qi cultivators would feel hazy here, without divine sense, Qi cultivators' eyesight was not much stronger than mortals. There were two people walking on the street, and there were only these two people. The two of them are one after the other, and the man in front is obviously leading the way for the man in the back, looking at his solemn expression and respectful to the man in the back, it seems that the man in the back is the main event.

The man's cultivation in front of him is not weak, although the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Foundation cannot dominate one side, but it is enough to protect himself, and then look at his calm cultivation, it is clear that he has reached the peak, and he is only one step away from the way of the foundation building Jindan. This step alone is not so light, if you take the right step to ascend to the sky, if you don't go right, it will be an abyss, and there will be no recovery! The man in the back is a little ordinary in cultivation, wearing a green coat and black hair. In this season, they prefer darker colors, not that dark colors appear softer for warmth. There are also some people with strange temperaments who may prefer red and purple, but like this kind of cyan, it is not outstanding, inconspicuous, and has no characteristics, and there are too few people who like this color.

The two stopped here, just waiting, waiting, because this is the only way for Ma Yun and Ma Dashao to go from the cave to the Treasure Pavilion, this is a place where Wang Ming has been exploring for three days and found that Ma Yun will pass by every day, this is the place where Ma Yun will die! Lin You is still wearing this green shirt, and today's Lin You took out the sword and put it behind his back, a green coat, a long sword. At this moment, Lin You seemed to be the sword immortal in the world, and the sword intent was clear. Originally, Lin You's magical powers were inseparable from swordsmanship, from phantom swordsmanship to the self-created sword of three kills, the sword of three evils, and the self-created archery magic power with the sun-shooting bow at that time. This series of tricks is inseparable from the sword! It is said that the sword is a gentleman, the most elegant, and a single sword is not a gentleman in Lin You's heart, it is a killing god! It is a killing blade that cuts off a qiē. Lin You sat cross-legged, and the sword hung diagonally on Lin You's back body, the sword was very long, even if it hung diagonally, it still touched the ground and touched the snow.

Time was slowly passing, and the day passed quickly, Ma Yun didn't go to the Treasure Pavilion this day, and Lin You didn't wait for him this day. However, Lin You didn't speak, and his eyes were still closed as if he had sat down. This is the second day, the wind is still howling, and the blizzard is afraid that it will not be too late to die, and the environment is even worse, but this kind of weather is not worth mentioning to Lin You. There is no need to protect the body aura, just the effect of the first layer of Lin You's five spirit refining body refining techniques can resist by himself. The next day, Ma Yun still did not appear, and the weather became worse and worse, just like a human mood, Wang Ming was very anxious, and asked himself in his heart: Was he noticed by the other party when he was probing Ma Yun's whereabouts, and now the other party intends to hide from him or move the rescuers? The more Wang Ming thought about it, the more panicked he became, because this Ma Yun's father, Mr. Ma, was not only the master of the Great Perfection, but also one of the chief deacons of the Xin'an Street Treasure Pavilion under the Scattered Immortal League. This double pressure really made Wang Ming unable to straighten his waist, and even thought at one point, forget it, even if Ma Yun almost killed himself, after all, he didn't die!

The more he thought about Wang Ming, the more he wanted to retreat, his ability to live until now is inseparable from the caution on his body. But when he wanted to persuade Lin You, he suddenly felt the chilling killing intent on Lin You's body, this murderous aura had almost condensed into substance, and this evil aura really didn't know how many people he had killed. Lin You killed a lot of people, but the people he killed were all people he thought should be killed. Lin You once said: "I don't want to be worthy of heaven and earth, but I want to be worthy of my own heart!" I don't know why, Wang Ming has a feeling that he would rather offend Ma Yun than offend Lin You, this is obviously unreasonable, even if Lin You Shentong is shocking, there is still no hope in the face of the Great Perfection of the Dan. This is a fact, the gap in cultivation can be made up by sending Bao Shentong, but the gap in cultivation is too far, even if you have the treasures of Xianfu, you can't change the fate of defeat.

Lin You still has his eyes closed, this is not meditation, this is recuperation, recuperating and waiting for a big battle, now Lin You is at the peak at any time, and Lin You at this moment is the strongest moment when he is in the middle of building a foundation. It was dark again, and another day passed, and this day still did not wait for Ma Yun.

Wang Ming looked at Lin You's breezy expression, and gradually he also sat down, giving you Lin You don't talk much together, but you can always find the true meaning in every word and deed. When the third day came, the weather was still so bad, and the wind gradually subsided, and it was no longer howling as if it was whispering, as if crying for what was to come. Slowly, a voice came, this is the voice of a group of people, this voice is very familiar, this voice is Ma Yun's voice, on the third day, he came!

Ma Yun had to go to the Treasure Pavilion every day to humiliate Lu Hao, and this matter had become a habit, but because Wang Ming went to inquire about his whereabouts a while ago, Ma Yun heard about it. Although Wang Ming has no background, he is a cultivator who builds the foundation of the Great Perfection, and once he deliberately attacks him, he may really succeed, even if he doesn't succeed and gets injured, he really can't get it. "What is his identity, what is his identity! He wants to hurt me with a pariah body?" Ma Yun himself was thinking, in fact, it was also possible that he was afraid. After all, he has been taken care of by his father, so that he has never fought with others since he was cultivating, even though it is a Great Perfection cultivation, it is also a practice that has been achieved quickly. He is not comparable to a sect like Chen Xiao, even if he and Chen Xiaoxiu are quite estimated, it will be difficult to get out of Chen Xiao's hands for a round.

After so many years of pampering, he lacked the hard work and ruthlessness of a monk!

In fact, Ma Yun still didn't want to come out on this day, after all, it had only been a few days, and if Wang Ming was really determined to retaliate, it would still be dangerous. But today, my father sent a monk in the middle stage of the Yudan to protect himself, and he didn't bully Na Lu Hao for many days, and he was really a little bored in his heart, so he could only cultivate and cultivate in the cave mansion. Ma Yun doesn't like to cultivate, according to his cultivation rules: when my father's cultivation improves, he will help me improve, so it's good to follow the fate. In the end, to put it bluntly, it was only because he couldn't endure the hardships of cultivation and the boredom brought about by meditation. He himself admitted that he was a second ancestor, but so what. Countless people are scolding him behind his back, but how many dare to say it in front of him?

There were five monks standing near Ma Yun, the first of whom had a mid-stage cultivator, and the other four were all early-stage monks. Such a lineup is not something that Wang Ming can deal with, and such layers of protection make Ma Yun regain his arrogant nature. The wind is blowing again, and the snow seems to be a little heavier, probably because the wind is strong. Ma Yun looked at the bad weather and spat on the ground: "This weather is really fucking bad, when Young Master Ben cultivates to Tongtian one day, he will definitely let you come according to Young Master Ben's wishes, if I let you blow the wind, you will blow the wind, and if I let it rain, you will make it rain." These words can be described as extremely bold, as soon as these words came out, the five people changed color one after another, this cultivation is luck, cultivation is the way of heaven, his words are obviously despising the way of heaven. But the five of them would not say anything to remind them that they were on an errand under Manager Ma, and there was no need to ask for trouble. What's more, even if he reminds Ma Yun that he is so shy, he may not necessarily be in love, and he may turn his face.

This kind of thing would never be done by these "old men".