"Seventh Junior Brother, we can't make it to the town tonight, we have to sleep outside for a while!" Zilan said as she looked at the sun going down the mountain.
"It's okay. By the way, how long will it take for the Purple Dragon Emperor to arrive?" Tang Yan asked, not knowing much about the outside world.
"It will take at least two months. What's wrong?" Zilan looked at Tang Yan and asked.
"It's nothing. I feel like many people are following us along the way today. It will be safer if we leave the Tianying Sect as soon as possible!" Tang Yan whispered to Zilan.
"The scope of the Sky Eagle Cult? We only need to travel a few more days, but I heard from my father that the leader of the Sky Eagle Cult may be a five-star fighting spirit!" Zi Lan said.
"Dou Ling!?" Tang Yan was a little surprised when he heard the word Dou Ling, because his current strength could not compete with Dou Ling, and he was afraid that Dou Ling-level guys would take action against him.
If he is a great fighting master, Tang Yan still has a chance of winning. If Tang Yan is given a few months, he is confident that he can beat the Dou Ling level. But now the enemy will not give him time at all, and Tang Yan cannot find him.
What can be improved in a short period of time, unless he encounters another bone pool.
"Zi Lan, let's find a cleaner place to rest and start our journey again tomorrow!" Tang Yan said, pointing to the small woods on the roadside.
"Um!"
There is no Space Ring, not even Tianxiong from the Fist Sect. How could Zilan have it? Although Tang Yan has the Space Ring in his hand, Zilan still carries a small baggage. For this baggage, Tang Yan has been carrying it since he left the Fist Sect.
They all asked her to put it away for Tang Yan, but Zilan refused and insisted on carrying it, making Tang Yan feel as if there was something hidden inside. Otherwise, why would Tang Yan be allowed to put other clothes in his space?
It's the baggage that I didn't put in.
However, Tang Yan didn't ask any more questions. Now he set up a small tent for Zilan in the woods. The small tent for one person to sleep in should be said to be the small tent that Tang Yan put up with a sheet. He chopped a few tree branches.
Make two triangles on the ground, with a branch running across the top corner, and then put the sheet on top. This can block the night fog and prevent mosquitoes!
Initially, Zilan thought Tang Yan was sleeping with her, but after seeing Tang Yan finishing the tent, he took off Chuixue from behind, put it on his legs and sat up cross-legged. He said that he would keep her vigil and let Zilan
I was very touched. I thought he would take advantage of it tonight, but I didn't expect to help her keep vigil.
"You should go to bed early, we have to be on the road tomorrow!" Tang Yan turned around and said to Ziyue inside the tent.
"Yeah!" Zixue looked at Tang Yan sitting cross-legged next to him and nodded with a feeling.
After retrieving his junior sister, he received her affirmation that Tang Yan was not in a generally good mood today, but was in a very good mood. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he felt very calm. He gently placed his hands on Chuixue, feeling a little bit cold.
The cold air slowly spread into his body through his palms. It was cold for a while, then slow for a while. It seemed as if he was communicating with Tang Yan. Tang Yan had also felt this change before, but he never understood it.
There was no cold air. But today he was different. He was in a rare good mood. Tang Yan focused his energy on the cold air on the snow, looking for their origin...
It is said in Buddhism that a grain of sand creates a world. At this time, Tang Yan thought he had entered the world in the Dragon Ring, but when he looked around, something seemed wrong. The world in the Dragon Ring was surrounded by mist-like spiritual energy, and this world was
A land of ice and snow, surrounded by snow-capped peaks like a forest, one glance at it and it's endless.
"Damn it, what kind of place is this? It's freezing to death. Old man, old man, come out!" Tang Yan found himself standing on top of a snowy peak and roared as if his whole body had fallen into an icehouse.
However, the old man did not respond to Tang Yan's call. Tang Yan found a white figure standing quietly behind him, less than 200 meters away, with his hands on the handle of a knife-like sword stuck on the ground. He was dressed in snow clothes, standing behind him.
Misty in the cold air, he looked like a man in his thirties, not an old man at all.
"Um, may I ask, where is this place and how to get out of here!" Tang Yan was very awake and clearly knew that he was entering an unknown space.
It was a pity that the middle-aged man ignored Tang Yan. At this time, dense white snow began to fall in the entire space, fluttering in the wind. At the same time, the middle-aged man also moved, and the sword on the ground moved, and in his hand
Li kept swinging. But Tang Yan was very strange, why did he attack the snowflakes instead of practicing sword skills?
"He's not teaching me swordsmanship, right? Damn, this, this speed is too fast!" Tang Yan saw that not a single snowflake fell on the ground within a hundred steps around him, and every snowflake was struck by the knife.
The sharp blows dispersed faster and faster, forming like a sword shield within a hundred steps of him.
"This move is: light the snow to find the door!" A Canggu voice echoed among the snow peaks. The voice fell behind and the middle-aged man disappeared. What was left was only the handful of snow blowing on Tang Yan's body stuck on the ground.
Snowflakes and cold wind blew on it, but it was still so bright and the cold light shone constantly.
"Click the snow to find the door?" Tang Yan looked around, but didn't find the middle-aged man, and his eyes fell back to the blowing snow on the ground.
When he walked over and slowly pulled it out and stuck it on the snow to blow the snow, Tang Yan felt like a pair of eyes were staring at him from behind. This look felt even colder than the cold wind. Tang Yan knew that he must be staring at him.
There is no way to practice swordsmanship, just practice. Although he thinks that he created thirty-two swordsmanship is very good, but when he saw that move called Dianxue Xunmen just now, it was really incomparable.
Tang Yan started practicing, looking at the dense rain of snow all around, and kept stabbing. The speed was not fast, but it was not slow either. At least he could hit many snowflakes, one by one, and repeatedly.
In this world where there is no night or day, there is only a vast expanse of white.
Since you can't fall to the ground without snow in a hundred steps, you must at least make one step without snow. Once you master it, Tang Yan can draw his sword faster.
When Tang Yan woke up, the surroundings were still dark. Occasionally, there was the sound of insects and the chirping of night birds in the forest. Tang Yan slowly picked up Chuixue and opened a corner of the tent, and found that the little junior sister inside was sleeping soundly.
Very familiar, and then he sat up cross-legged and thought: "I remember that I practiced for a whole day and a night inside. Why does it seem that only two hours have passed outside? Is it a space problem?"
After that, Tang Yan continued to sit up cross-legged, placing his hands on Chuixue again, and continued to sit cross-legged, letting go of his energy to pursue the cold current above Chuixue. He entered the scene just now again, practicing the so-called move in the snowy sky.
He had been practicing for several days and nights. Tang Yan finally got some results. Calculating the time, it should be around seven or eight o'clock in the morning. Tang Yan clasped his fists and looked around and said: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance. I'll see you later."
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After exiting the snow scene, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Zi Lan was a little nervous and walked back and forth in front of Tang Yan until Tang Yan sat up from the ground. She threw herself towards Tang Yan and hugged him again and said: "
You woke up and were worried about me. I called you several times just now, but you didn't make any move!"
"Haha, I'm fine, I'm just practicing!" Tang Yan said as he felt his chest being pressed by two masses.
"If something happens to you, I really don't know what to do. My father is dead and I don't have any fists. Now I only have you as my only relative. I'm really scared!" When Zilan, who has no strength, said this, her eyes started to change.
It's a watery land.
"I will not abandon you, please don't worry, I will protect you all my life!" Tang Yan said, looking at Junior Sister Zilan.
"Yeah!" Zilan nodded and said in Tang Yan's arms.
Next, Tang Yan took out some dry food from the space ring, and then took out a piece of snow animal leg meat. Fortunately, there was no oxygen in the space ring, and the animal leg meat was well preserved. Tang Yan took Chuixue and cut it on it.
After eating a few pieces of snow beast leg meat, I picked up some dry firewood in the woods and started a fire to roast the cooked meat and share it with Zi Lan.
"You eat here first, I'll go over here and practice!" Tang Yan had indeed practiced in the snow for several days and nights. He still wanted to try that kind of haphazard and adaptable swordsmanship in real life.
Is it possible to practice that fast?
The few days in the snowy environment gave Tang Yan a feeling of being reborn. The movement around him was obviously much more sensitive, as if he had practiced martial arts for days and nights in reality. Although it was not obvious, the fallen leaves within a hundred steps
Tang Yan can hear the sound, just like the sound of falling snow in the snow. In the snow, Tang Yan cannot hear the sound of falling snow within a hundred steps, but he can still hear it within ten steps. This is Tang Yan
It was realized inside.
With this feeling, Tang Yan knew that it was definitely a good place to practice. So Tang Yan imitated the middle-aged man who recognized Bai and put the snow blower on the ground. He placed his hands flat on the top of the sword hilt and closed his eyes.
As if resting his mind, he stood in the middle of the woods for a long time, listening carefully to the movements around him.
Zilan, who was sitting by the fire, looked at Tang Yan standing there quietly, as if he were a peerless master. He didn't remember eating the snow beast meat in his hand, as if he was afraid of missing something.
Soon, Tang Yan opened his eyes, looked at Zi Lan who was looking at him and said, "Zi Lan, can you help me shake the tree!"
fall!
"Oh!" Zilan said without asking why.
After Tang Yan finished speaking, he stood there quietly again, with his eyes closed, as before. Until the purple orchid jade swayed on a small tree. Tang Yan opened his eyes, and the blowing snow on his hand waved with the movements.
Get up and stab the fallen leaves in the air...
The speed was very fast, but it could not reach the level of the snow realm. Just for a moment, Tang Yan stopped and murmured: "Why is it only half the speed? Does it take double the time to reach the snow realm?"
speed?"
Tang Yan is still very satisfied. He can more than double his speed in one night. He is very satisfied with this. As long as he is given a little more time, he should be able to achieve synchronization in the snow realm. Thinking of this, Tang Yan is very happy.
He almost picked Zilan up and kissed him, but he quickly calmed down and said:
"Little Junior Sister, I have to retreat for a day or two, and then we can go on our way again, okay?"
"Well, just do whatever you want!" Zi Lan said, looking at the shattered leaves on the ground.