Heavy snow has spread all over the streets, houses and everywhere in Qiongyun Mountain, and snow can already be seen in some places.

Winter is more desolate than autumn, with endless desolation. Often a person is alone, looking at the heavy snow falling in front of them and the sight of all the mountain birds, which always makes people feel lonely in their hearts.

When some literati and poets saw the sight of a city covered with snow in front of them, they would unconsciously sigh, "It's not like catkins blowing up in the wind."

Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao found a mountain road at this time and stepped into Qiongyun Mountain.

Fortunately, this sudden heavy snowfall did not last long, and the mountain roads are still easy to walk.

The cool breeze in the mountains was blowing slightly. The young man was walking on this small road. Looking around, he didn't feel any difference from the ordinary peaks in his hometown. Under the influence of the autumn wind, the old man with a crooked neck, which had few leaves in the first place,

The trees now look even more bare. The grass blades at my feet have become withered and yellow, making it even more obvious that the snow has been unsatisfactory.

The practice of bone-building realm is about tempering the body, and practicing Qi alone has only a minimal effect. So Zhou Qingmu no longer deliberately cultivates the realm, but personally experiences the artistic conception in the mountains and rivers, whether it is swordsmanship or swordsmanship.

, palm technique and boxing all have a common emphasis, this mysterious and mysterious thing is called "meaning". Take Zhou Qingmu's current swordsmanship attainments as an example, he can only transform the true energy into the sword and become a sword.

Sword energy is still a thousand miles away from mastering sword intention. Li Qiubai's True Explanation of Sword Control does not describe the sword intention in detail, but only mentions it in a few words on the first two pages. The general idea is basic

It was up to Zhou Qingmu to experience and comprehend it by himself. It was not enough to just rely on the experience taught by predecessors.

In the battle at the Duan Yao Garden, when Zhou Qingmu used the method of cutting off the arm of the man in red, he was vaguely close to realizing the "sword intention". But this was actually a gift from Li Qiubai in the sword move.

Zhou Qingmu had some experience of the opportunity but did not really understand it. Not to mention the magical power of the Yuan Destroying Palm, Zhou Qingmu had almost cultivated it to the first bottleneck. If he wanted to go further, he almost had to rely on Zhou Qingmu's own understanding.

Okay. If Zhou Qingmu didn't have enough understanding, he would only be able to learn the first two moves of Yuan Destroying Palm superficially throughout his life. Although among secular practitioners, it is already considered a great thing to be able to learn a few genuine magical powers.

character. But if you really want to look at the monks in the world, it is obviously not enough.

Zhou Qingmu was puzzled by such an ethereal thing as "meaning". Suddenly remembering Mr. Ye's literary words such as "the artistic conception of landscape is mysterious and mysterious", Zhou Qingmu relaxed his spirit and his thoughts completely sank into the world of landscape.

Among them, feel the wonders of nature.

Yang Zhao picked up a piece of weed from nowhere and held it in his mouth, enjoying himself.

This weird sword cultivator who once promised to challenge all those below the Qi Condensation Realm in Dahonghuang Capital has never practiced hard in a serious way.

Time passed quietly, and it was already dusk, and the two of them had not yet reached the halfway point of the mountain.

But the noise of a fight destroyed the leisurely and peaceful atmosphere between the two of them.

Zhou Qingmu looked from a distance, and in the distance, in an open space with very few weeds, there was a tall, shirtless young man with his back to the two of them, facing alone and surrounded by monks.

Countless techniques and techniques were attacking the tall boy, but the tall boy just clenched his fists and punched them out one after another. Even though he was alone, he seemed to be in a good position.

All of a sudden, the monks dressed in luxurious clothes were using magic weapons and spells in an endless stream, but they were unable to do anything to the tall young man.

But the tall young man is just a person after all. No matter how strong his body is, there will be a time when he cannot support it. A young man dressed as a scholar in white clothes softly recited an unknown magic formula in his hand, and the words floating in the air

Pieces of snowflakes condensed into a silver needle and stabbed towards the tall young man.

The tall boy broke it with one punch, but then, after a brief eye contact, the monks who were attacking randomly all attacked the tall boy. Then, when the tall boy resisted, countless people suddenly gathered around the scholar in white.

The silver needle stabbed towards the tall young man.

If someone looks carefully, they will find that these so-called silver needles are actually tiny flying swords.

After using this unique skill that can be said to be the best in the world, the scholar in white was exhausted and sat on the ground, looking weak. However, a smile appeared on the scholar's face because he firmly believed that the tall young man in front of him had no energy left.

Block yourself from this move.

As expected, after the monks took action together, the tall boy was forced to take several steps back. Perhaps because of his stature, he sat down on the ground. At the same time, the flying swords made of countless snowflakes were already about to strike.

Arriving in front of the tall young man.

At this time, a sudden change occurred. The countless "flying swords" were actually melted into a piece of flowing water by a fire that burned from nowhere.

The smiling face of the scholar in white froze, and anger ignited in his heart! He looked behind the tall young man, and saw a young man in a robe standing there with a playful smile.

Seeing that their plan failed, the other people were furious. They didn't even ask about the origin of the person who suddenly took action, and wanted to attack and kill him together.

Just as several people were reciting the magic formula or pinching the magic formula with their hands, a rusty flying sword suddenly flew towards them.

Even before Yang Zhao took action, Zhou Qingmu was quietly pouring his true energy into the Immortal Burial Sword. Seeing this, he naturally tore it out with a "Sword Qi Heng Qingqiu" without hesitation.

How could the swordsmanship taught by Li Qiubai be ordinary?

A few flashes of sword light flashed, and those people were forced to retreat beside the scholar in white.

Only then did they see clearly that behind Yang Zhao, a young man in Taoist robes, there was a young man also wearing Taoist robes.

Seeing the two men helping to repel the enemy, the tall boy immediately clasped his fists and said, "Thank you both for helping me."

Zhou Qingmu smiled slightly and pulled the tall boy's arm, but found that he couldn't pull it at all, so he had to smile bitterly and said: "It doesn't matter, you can get up first."

The tall boy looked embarrassed and stood up from the ground. The extremely strong and solid flesh on the tall boy's naked belly caught Zhou Qingmu's attention. Only then did Zhou Qingmu realize that this man was not actually that tall. Unlike him and Yang

There's not much difference in height according to the photo. It's just that while the figure is strong, the upper body is wider than ordinary people. Just looking at the back, he does appear to be tall.

The scholar in white who had previously used the trick of turning snow into flying swords now said with a gloomy face: "I am Su Cheng of the Su family in Kong Huaicheng. May I ask where these two friends are from?"

Before Zhou Qingmu could speak, Yang Zhao spat out the weeds in his mouth and said calmly: "We are not young masters from any sect, we are just wandering cultivators."

Hearing what the Taoist robe young man who used the fire said, Su Cheng still didn't dare to slack off: "I saw that the two of you were doing extraordinary things before, so I must have good teachers. It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell the teacher. As long as you just retreat, Su

I sincerely promise to treat you two to a nice banquet at the best restaurant in the city after everything is over."

"Young master, there is no need for you, who are of high level and can't beat an unarmed man with more than a dozen people, to treat me to dinner! You still have the audacity to claim to be from a distinguished family. If I were you, I would have done it long ago.

You dug a hole in the ground and got in! Shame on you!"

Yang Zhao picked his ears and said something in a calm tone that made the other party almost vomit blood.

Shame on you!

"Kill him for me!"

Su Cheng laughed angrily when he heard this, as if he couldn't bear the humiliation of the person in front of him, and waved his hands to the people around him.

Those people were so angry that they picked up their magic weapons without hesitation and prepared to kill Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao looked at the people rushing towards him and smiled disdainfully. This kind of stuff was much worse than the black-feathered blood eagles he encountered before! If these people were at their peak, Yang Zhao would have to go through a hard fight, but

The current state is obviously far from enough.

Yang Zhao picked his ears and waited patiently for those people to finish reciting the spell, and then the swords and swords all attacked him. Yang Zhao suddenly unsheathed the sword on his waist and flew straight towards one of the young sword cultivators.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Zhao stepped on the ground, and a fire quickly ignited all over him. The temperature around him suddenly increased, melting the snowflakes floating around him.

Then, Yang Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand to catch the flying swords and magic weapons. Yang Zhao used an extremely fast technique to catch all the attacking swords and threw them to pieces on the ground.

The sharp knife that had previously attacked one of the young swordsmen was nailed into the man's left arm. Blood spattered out, and the young swordsman's face was full of horror. He was nailed to the ground by the knife and could not move.

Those people who had already had most of their true energy consumed by the tall young man did not give up and reached out to retrieve their magic weapons. However, the scattered swords did not move as they expected, and were uncharacteristically motionless.

Yang Zhao smiled, waved his hand and said: "Don't waste your efforts. I have refined all these low-level magic weapons. If their spirituality is shattered, they can only be regarded as scrap metal."

After hearing this, everyone across the street looked at the young sword cultivator who was nailed to the ground, and their faces were full of horror. Although they did not bring their most precious magic weapon when they came out this time, they could easily refine middle and lower-grade magic weapons.

How can these people be ordinary people?

When Su Cheng saw this scene, his eyes were dull.

Zhou Qingmu on the side gave Yang Zhao a big thumbs up.

Yang Zhao didn't care about the expressions of those people, and turned to the tall young man beside him and asked: "Brother, why do they want to kill you?"

When the tall young man saw this scene, he also secretly felt that this person's strength would never be inferior to his own. When he heard Yang Zhao's question, he spoke without hesitation. In short, the tall young man talked for a long time, which probably meant: His name

Lu Zhengchun is also a wandering cultivator. However, unlike Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao, he is a martial artist. Yesterday, he received a soul-killing mission from the Tianxing Chamber of Commerce and came to this mountain. In his

While marching in the mountains, he accidentally met this group of children from aristocratic families. Seeing that his cultivation was not bad, these people invited him to join. Lu Zhengchun refused, and at first these people did not make things difficult for him. But this afternoon, these people

After seeing Lu Zhengchun fight off a group of horse thieves with his fierce boxing skills, the children of the family headed by Su Cheng coveted Lu Zhengchun's boxing skills. So when Lu Zhengchun sat down to rest, they openly asked him to use this boxing technique.

This boxing technique was written down and a reward would be paid. How could Lu Zhengchun be willing? So after Su Cheng and others tried to "persuade" to no avail, one of them couldn't help but take action against Lu Zhengchun. Hence the current scene.

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After Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingmu heard this, their expressions were extremely gloomy. In the eyes of practitioners, taking away human beings is like killing their parents. No matter where Lu Zhengchun learned the boxing skills, they were his own creation. The actions of these children of the aristocratic families were obviously

It's extremely disgraceful.

Although Yang Zhao was usually careless, he still had reason. He looked at the people opposite him with cold eyes: "Is what he said true?"

Su Cheng's face was also gloomy and he nodded: "It's more or less the same, but before that I tried to persuade him and promised to pay him with spiritual stones of corresponding value."

After hearing this, Yang Zhao could no longer suppress it and wanted to take action, but was stopped by Zhou Qingmu.

Zhou Qingmu walked towards the young master of the Su family who was dressed as a scholar, with a gloomy look on his face.

Su Cheng didn't take a step back, still sitting on the same spot, staring at Zhou Qingmu who was walking towards him. Zhou Qingmu walked up to Su Cheng, grabbed Su Cheng's neck, and stared at him. Although Su Cheng had walked over half a month ago,

Entering the Lingfu realm, but the spiritual energy was almost exhausted before, and now there is not much resistance left.

Seeing this, except for the young man who was nailed with a knife, almost everyone around him rushed up from behind Su Cheng, wanting to take action against Zhou Qingmu.

"Go away!"

Along with Zhou Qingmu's voice, a powerful sword energy swayed out, sweeping away all the defeated soldiers. If it were normal, Zhou Qingmu would not be able to do it so easily. But at this time, facing these each and every one of them, only the remaining weak power was left.

Naturally, there is no problem for a few people who are really angry.

At this time, Su Cheng, who was being pinched by Zhou Qingmu's neck, obviously started to panic.

But, he didn’t wait to think too much.

There was a "pop" and a heavy slap hit Su Cheng's face. Zhou Qingmu gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you think you can deprive others of vital things if you have money?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhengchun, who had put on his clothes, was stunned.

Then, under Su Cheng's resentful gaze, Zhou Qingmu released his grip on his neck and turned around to leave.

"I won't kill you, but I want you to remember with this slap that some things are useless no matter how rich you are!"

Zhou Qingmu's voice echoed in Su Cheng's ears, which made Su Cheng feel particularly harsh.

After that, Zhou Qingmu, Yang Zhao and Lu Zhengchun changed paths and left slowly.

"I want you to die badly!"
Chapter completed!