The weather in the Eastern Territory is much colder than in the Southern Territory, with patches of snowflakes floating in the sky and a biting wind. Especially in this area, the air is so low that the hot breath can turn into ice slag, even if
Even the cultivator's body can't bear the icy cold wind, because this place is the closest to the snowy area.
The Snowy Territory is a famous area in the Eastern Territory. It has been shrouded in ice and snow all year round since ancient times. The vast snowfield is tens of thousands of miles away. However, this Snowy Territory did not get its name because of this, but because there is a powerful person in the Snowy Territory.
Race, Snow Tribe.
Although the Snow Clan stays away from the snow-capped mountains all year round and seldom moves around outside, the mention of the Snow Clan’s reputation makes many people tremble with fear. It is a mysterious and powerful race. The Snow Clan has very few members, but everyone
They are all outstanding, and if you look at the entire Eastern Region, they are all talented people.
Zhuge Buliang was dressed in a black robe, with his cloak held down very low. In front of him at this moment was a city covered in silver. In the midst of the white snow, the city exuded a dreamlike atmosphere, just like in a fairy tale.
The bunker.
"Fantasy Snow Land" Zhuge Buliang raised his head and glanced at the three big characters on the city gate, grinning: "The name of this city is really unique." [
As he spoke, Zhuge Buliang walked into the silver-white city in front of him. This is the entry point to the Snow Territory, so it is not yet within the scope of the Snow Clan's control. There are many cultivators from the Eastern Territory coming and going in the city.
In comparison, the people in this Fantasy Snow Region are much rarer than in some other big cities, perhaps because of the environment here.
Zhuge Buliang was wearing a black robe and walking on the snowy streets, his feet making a creaking sound on the ground. He tried his best to conceal his breath as ordinary as possible, blending in with the crowd and not being noticed.
Nearly half a year has passed since the last battle in Zhuxian City. In these days, Zhuge Buliang has been wandering around the Eastern Region. Unknowingly, he came to the area controlled by the Snow Clan.
A graceful figure in blue clothes appeared in Zhuge Buliang's mind, and he couldn't help but withdraw a sneer from the corner of his mouth.
He pulled the cloak on his head and turned around and entered a tavern. This cloak was extraordinary and could perfectly conceal his aura. Zhuge Buliang got it from an auction event when he was passing through a big city.
of.
There were not many people in the tavern, only four or five tables with people talking with their heads down.
Zhuge Buliang found a table and sat down. A young man dressed as a waiter came up and said with a smile: "What would you like, sir?"
"What do you have here?" Zhuge Buliang lowered his head and asked.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It seems that this gentleman is from out of town. Who in the Fantasy Snow Region doesn't know that our shop is famous for its soju? Would you like to try it out?"
"good."
The waiter left, and after a while he brought a hot stove with boiling water. About four or five bamboo tubes were soaked in the boiling water. The waiter casually placed the quilt in front of Zhuge Buliang, fished out a bamboo tube from the water, and covered it with bamboo tubes.
As soon as he opened it, the aroma of wine immediately hit his nostrils, and Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but feel energetic.
"Your Majesty, please take it easy." The waiter greeted and left.
Zhuge Buliang picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. The wine was fragrant and mellow, and he felt a warm current coming to his heart. Drinking such a glass of shochu in this weather had a special meaning.
It was windy and snowy outside, but it was warm and cozy in the tavern, with an intoxicating aroma of wine floating in the air.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit. It turned out that the door of the tavern was opened, and a burly man walked in. The man had shoulder-length hair, covering half of his face, and carried a huge roll behind his back.
The scroll looks a little weird.
The man glanced around coldly, and finally found a table to sit down at. The waiter in the tavern immediately came to greet him.
"What do you want, sir?"
"What do you have here?"
"Haha, this sir is also from out of town. Who in the Fantasy Snow Region doesn't know that our shop is famous for its soju? Would you like to have a try?" [
"good."
As soon as the waiter introduced him to the signboard, he left. The man sat silently at the table, his eyes slightly closed, and his whole person exuded an aura of loneliness, as if he was outside the outside world, separated by this world.
Zhuge Buliang's heart moved slightly. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in this quiet place. He glanced at the huge scroll behind the man. If he remembered correctly, the name of this magic weapon should be called "Ancient Divine Weapon"
It contains hundreds of weapons, each of which is an ancient and fierce weapon.
As if aware of Zhuge Buliang's gaze, the man opened his eyes and glanced in Zhuge Buliang's direction.
Under the cloak, Zhuge Buliang smiled, raised a glass of wine towards the man, and drank it all in one gulp.
The man was slightly startled by Zhuge Buliang's strange behavior. Because Zhuge Buliang was now covered in a black cloak and his aura was hidden, the man did not recognize him.
"Bang!"
At this time, the door of the tavern was opened by a strong force again, and the icy cold wind blew in, and only three figures were seen breaking in. Among these three people, there were two men and one woman, but they all had silver-white hair.
However, the woman in the middle has strands of long aqua hair interspersed with her silver-white hair. Her delicate face has a faint icy aura, her ice muscles and snow bones, and her exquisite body is covered in an aqua blue dress.
The long skirt wraps her up vividly.
As soon as the three people appeared, the air in the tavern suddenly became much colder.
"Snow Clan!" Several other cultivators in the tavern suddenly exclaimed.
The Snow Clan is very famous here. When they saw the cultivators of the Snow Clan, the faces of the cultivators who were changing cups in the tavern suddenly changed.
The waiter and owner of the tavern also hurriedly came over to greet him.
"What do you have to do with the adults of the Snow Clan?" Old Ben stepped forward and said, nodding and bowing.
The woman named the leader glanced at the boss with cold eyes and said: "You are the owner of the tavern, right? All the losses in your tavern today will be the responsibility of my Snow Clan."
"Ah?" The boss and the waiter were both stunned.
The woman obviously had something in her words, and several other cultivators in the tavern could hear it, and they hurriedly left the tavern. In the blink of an eye, only the boss, the waiter, the man, and Zhuge Buliang were left in the tavern.
Zhuge Buliang would not think that the Snow Clan was here to cause trouble for him. He hid himself very well and would not be discovered by the Snow Clan. In the end, Zhuge Buliang fixed his gaze on the man opposite.
"You guys should step back first," the woman said coldly.
The boss and the waiter looked at each other in embarrassment, but due to the pressure of the Snow Clan, they had no choice but to compromise and retreat obediently.
At this time, a young man next to the woman saw Zhuge Buliang and said in a bad tone: "I, the Snow Clan, are here to do business, please find another place to drink."
The voice was cold and full of threats. But Zhuge Buliang remained unmoved. He slowly poured a glass and took a sip on his lips.
"We, the Snow Clan, are here to do business, please find another place to drink." The young man raised his voice.[
But the latter remained unmoved.
Even the man looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise.
"Are you deaf!?" The young man from the Snow Clan was anxious and was about to walk towards Zhuge Buliang. However, he was pulled back by the woman and shook her head at him.
The Snow Clan youth could only glare at Zhuge Buliang fiercely. No one in this area dared to be so polite to their Snow Clan.
The woman from the Snow Clan glanced at Zhuge Buliang, then walked up to the man and said, "Kurosawa, do you really think you can escape from the Snow Clan? I will take your head to see the clan leader today!"
In an instant, the temperature in the tavern dropped again, and even the tables and chairs were covered with a layer of frost.
The flame in the stove in front of Zhuge Buliang also quickly extinguished, leaving only a few sparks dancing. Zhuge Buliang waved his hand, the cold air spread away, and the stove was once again beating with strong flames.
Three snow tribe cultivators surrounded Kurosawa. With the three of them at the center, the cold air spread rapidly.
Kurosawa stood up slowly and said, "You three are the only ones who want to keep me?"
As he spoke, the ancient scroll behind him unfolded with a clatter. In an instant, the tavern was filled with thousands of auspicious colors, but an aura of murder suddenly rippled through the air.
There were hundreds of weapons inserted in the ancient scroll. Kurosawa casually pulled out a long purple sword, and a purple dragon could be vaguely seen coiling around the blade.
"boom!"
A powerful aura burst out. Under this aura, the tavern disappeared and turned into ruins. The three Snow Clan cultivators were also blasted away by the aura. The entire tavern was destroyed in an instant. But Zhuge Buliang was where he was.
The place is still intact, and the tables, chairs and benches have not suffered any damage.
"Anyway, we have killed so many people from the Snow Clan, so we only need three more lives." Kurosawa's hair was messy, and two fierce and fierce lights shot out from his pupils.
At the same time, three snow tribe cultivators soared into the sky, and the sky was filled with wind and snow, mixed with little ice crystals. Every ice crystal fell, forming a large ice curtain, freezing the air.
"cut!"
Kurosawa roared and slashed out with the long purple sword in his hand. A purple sword light suddenly appeared and wiped out all the ice crystals.
He rose into the sky and rushed towards the leading woman from the Snow Clan, and struck the woman's snow-white neck with his long knife.
The woman formed a seal with her hands, and her long silver-blue hair stood upright. Between her eyebrows, a little blue light lit up. With her body as the center, layers of ice curtains condensed, freezing the space.
"broken!"
Kurosawa slashed down with force, and the sword light appeared, shattering the spreading ice curtain.
At this time, the other two cultivators from the Snow Clan had also come forward to kill them. An ice-blue spear formed in their hands and pierced with sharp edges.