"Hehe, Senior Brother Yiyuan, do you think the relationship between the two of us can be called 'old knowledge'?"

"Senior Brother Qin's words are wrong! Maybe the relationship between you and me in the Holy Gate is not very good, but this time and that time are also true. Now that the master of the sect has sent us down the mountain, it is a time when the rivers and lakes are turbulent and the situation is changing, and our brothers and sisters should work together to expand the sect. What is the point of such a small grievance in the past?"

Hearing the word Holy Gate with his own ears, Fang Qiuyao's heart buzzed, as if he had witnessed a majestic mountain collapse and fall into the abyss, his mouth was full of mixed tastes, and the most was bitter.

The kid in sackcloth and green armor on the other side told the truth, but Brother Han didn't deny it......

Anger only rose in his chest at first, and then gradually died down, leaving only bursts of grief. Brother Han, he treats me like a teacher and a friend, and he has saved my life many times, and his martial arts and character are the best choice. How could such a person be the devil? However, the reality is undeniable......

God, are you playing tricks on me?

At this moment, the hesitation in the heart of the young master of the Hunjiang Gang even exceeded his sadness when he was indifferently rejected by Miss Ye......

Yu Hanyan glanced at him, and when he saw the expression on his face change, he quietly moved his arm back a few points.

In the field, the conversation between Fang Yiyuan and Qin Yan continued.

"Senior Brother Qin, you and I didn't have any deep hatred in the past, since we happened to meet here today, why don't we shake hands and make peace and conspire for something big, how about it?"

"Haha, forget it, the Tao is not the same, Yiyuan's junior brother is powerful, I have already understood it. ”

"Senior Brother Qin doesn't have to refuse so early, let's think about it a little more. The younger brother is very sincere. Senior Sister Gong, why don't you persuade Senior Brother Qin?"

Gong Yunsleeve smiled faintly and did not make a sound.

Qin Yan laughed a few times, took two steps forward, his gaze slowly swept over Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha's faces, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Yiyuan, there is no need to be polite between the two of us." Since you have the heart to probe my truth and truth, you don't have to be so coy, why don't you come and confirm it yourself?"

Fang Yiyuan raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyebrows: "Since Senior Brother Qin said so, then I'm not welcome." He probably thought that Qin Yan was holding up the scene, and he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he decided to gamble. A sneer escaped from his lips, and the bamboo cane in his hand danced lightly, and he heard the wind howling, and the cold ice wind wave swept towards Qin Yan, and a large area of quiet blue color occupied the field of vision. In just an instant, the polar cold that permeated the body seemed to be about to freeze the world to an end.

Frost flowers appeared in the sky, and the white mist was covered in a vast and lush manner, Fang Yiyuan was fierce at this time, summoning a violent storm and snow, intending to take down Qin Yan in one fell swoop with the power of thunder.

Annihilation - Frozen for 3,000 miles!

Only half an instant behind Fang Yiyuan, Song Qingsha also floated out at this moment, and with a flick of the sleeve robe, a touch of green shot out of the robe, quickly extending into a vine whip full of thorns in the air, making a terrible sound of breaking the air, blending into the bleak wind and snow, and sweeping towards Qin Yan's face.

After a period of getting along, the cooperation between the two has become more tacit.

When the ice and snow hit, the surface of Qin Yan's skin was covered with a layer of dark blue due to the extreme cold, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. His body had already withstood the tempering of the Ice Hell, and even his spiritual power had been transformed into the Ice Attribute Seal, and the three thousand miles of ice that Fang Yiyuan had used with all his might were just a cool breeze blowing through him.

But he couldn't let the snow rage, because there were already a few people behind him who couldn't stand the cold and let out a low moan. Ye Yingru's tongue was stiff, even with Fang Qiuyao in front of her, she felt a little overwhelmed. Before the ice particles flying in mid-air were ready, the frost flowers condensed by the cold had already climbed up her neck, strung into a chain and wrapped around her throat, seeping into her body with a bone-chilling cold. Her face grew dark blue, and she groaned with difficulty. Liu Wanyun noticed this and hurriedly took her into her arms.

Qin Yan raised his Zen staff and silently recited the Buddha's name, and a golden light poured out from his body, burning like a flame. The bitter cold wind blew in front of him, making a sizzling explosion, and the ice and snow particles melted as soon as they came close, completely blocking out the cold cold. Song Qingsha's rattan whip struck the Zen staff, and after the slamming sound, it was shattered by the stirring Buddha light.

Fang Yiyuan reacted and immediately increased the output of spiritual power, and more and more surging waves of frost followed. The space in front of Qin Yan completely turned into a sea of ice and snow, and the stormy waves were stacked and surging in waves in the cold whistling, smashing towards the isolated island where he was.

The Buddha fire ignited by the blood was hit to such an extent that the light gradually dimmed, drowsy and swayed, and seemed to be about to be extinguished.

Qin Yan was not familiar with the use of the Buddhist mantra, and he did not plan to fight hard with a warlock like Fang Yiyuan who could attract the aura of heaven and earth. Seeing that the Buddha's light was crumbling and he couldn't resist it, he sighed deeply: "Senior sister, help me block it!"

As the words fell, he raised his Zen staff and pushed the strength he had accumulated for a long time against the cold current. It was a cold power that was even colder than Fang Yiyuan's frozen three thousand miles, and it suddenly tore a corner of the frost curtain that was laid down, and Qin Yan's figure flickered, flashing into the ice and snow in front of him, like a swift shadow shuttling through the vast and gloomy stormy waves, and came to Fang Yiyuan in an instant.

Fang Yiyuan was taken aback, leaned back and fell back, waving the wooden staff in his hand again and again, and quickly chanting another obscure incantation in his mouth. The unquenchable cold in the air condensed again, and countless frost and mist shards poured in from all around, converging, oppressing, and condensing in front of him, and the endless cold was sealed in a small space, forming a wall of ice crystals that shimmered like diamonds.

Qin Yan's outstretched left hand was on this ice crystal wall that reflected a thrilling and magnificent luster, his five fingers stood side by side, and the power of the blood squeezed against the apex of the blade charge, and the silent shock ripples scattered and splashed in all directions. In an instant, dense cracks spread out of the ice crystal wall, and debris clicked and splattered. Qin Yan stopped in front of the ice wall, and his whole body was draped with a magnificent halo of polyhedral ice chips. Then, the wall of ice crystals cracked silently, no longer able to maintain its stable structure, and slid to the ground like dust and gravel.

The "Wall of Protection" that Fang Yiyuan was proud of only blocked him for a blink of an eye.

In this short period of time, Fang Yiyuan didn't have time to prepare another spell, he only ran backwards for a dozen steps, and then suddenly arched his back and coughed violently, barely maintaining his balance with his staff on the ground, and his face, which was not blocked by his long hair, showed an incomparably white color.