I hang up in the martial arts world

Chapter 118

At the time of the young man, An An will show his own bad interest.

at the same time.

At the foot of Jiuyuan Mountains thousands of miles away.

In the endless snow and white, there is a small black figure, with a few feet of snow in front of the front, the endless cold wind, and the difficulty of squirming forward

This shadow was the young man who had left by Chen Mansion at the beginning.

Disciple of Jiuyuan Mountain, Zhou Fan.

He was rushing back to his mountain gate.

“I ghostly!” In the snow, it suddenly screamed.

Because the snow was too deep in front, Zhou Fan was accidentally stepped on, and he stepped on the empty. He dumped his body and fell into the snow.

“The unlucky grandma!” Just as it was about to roll into the snow.

He suddenly lifted his anger, pulled his sword and cut off the snow under his feet.

Under his feet, he was so angry that he was like a flying swallow. He counted on the snowfall and finally stepped on it.

I barely returned to the right road.

“It’s dangerous! I know so, Xiaoye is better to stay in Xuanrong Town!”

“Anyway, I have been trapped for more than half a month, and it is not bad for a few days.

At this point, the youth regretted it.

It turned out that since he escaped from Chen Mansion, he did not return to the mountain immediately, but slipped to the nearby bustling county. After a few days of chic, he vent his heart and spent most of the bangs on his body. Ken on the way home.

As a result, he was blocked by this sudden heavy snow, which was stuck in a small town of 200 miles away, and was trapped for more than half a month.

It is not until the first two days of entanglement and will be exhausted, and it is forced to be helpless.

This behavior is extremely reckless!

Today, the area of Jiuyuan Mountain is also a snow disaster. It is surrounded by a wide range of people. Within nearly a hundred miles, there is almost no smoke, and all materials along the way are unavailable.

If it cannot be rushed back within a day, even if his martial arts are not bad, it is very likely that at night, it will be frozen in this snowy and snowy.

Since December, this snow has not stopped for a day, and the road has long been buried. If there is no guidelines on the towering mountains in front of the front, ordinary people are within dozens of snow and snow. Determine!

One of the skills to enter the flow, resisting the cold, and exploring the way forward, it is enough to work hard. In the snow, there is no trace of snow in the snow, and it is purely dreaming!

“Fortunately, not far from the mountain gate!”

“It’s too early, otherwise I am afraid that I will go to the Yinjian to meet with my sister!”

In the snow, Zhou Fan tightly tightened his shirt, sighing with his neck.

Then he waved his hand in his hands, and stabbed the snow ahead without a moment, and continued to rush carefully.

In the snow.

Where the little black shadow passed, a string of deep and shallow footprints left

Before long, this footprint was covered by snow.

Jiuyuan Mountain front hall, Qingyuan Palace.

In front of the main gate archway.

A duty -watching disciple hugged a sword in his arms, leaning against the boulder, his eyes narrowed, obviously he was sleeping.

Suddenly, a savage of a shirt in the distance suddenly emerged, and three or two steps suddenly rushed to front.

This disciples were stunned, and when they boarded, they opened their eyes wide.

“Wu Na Di, where are you the demon? I dare to come to my Jiuyuan Mountain to make chaos. Do n’t you know the magic sword in your grandfather’s hand?!” He pulled the sword in a scared and blocked the other person, and asked sharply.

“Cut your uncle. Zhao Ziqing! Look at a few words !! I’m Brother Zhou Fan!”

I was waiting to poke a few holes in the other party, and I saw the black tone in front of me and scolded.

“Hey, really!”

Zhao Ziqing held his sword, stepped forward slowly, and took a closer look at it, so he recognized the people.

Then he let go of his heart and vigilance, and said with a funny: “Brother Zhou, where did you escape from?”

“Let the heavy snow block the road, half the road, there is no entanglement, so dangerous picked up his life!” Zhou Fan remembered the hardship of this road, uncomfortable in his heart, and replied without goodness.

Immediately asked, “Where is Uncle Wei now?”

“Right now, with a few uncle and brother Feng, he is complemented by the sword classics!” Zhao Ziqing looked at him with his dress and answered with a smile.

“Roll away quickly, Mo Bo Lu! I still have a thing about this, I need to report to the head of the generation!” Zhou Fan glanced at him and pushed it away.

Now within the mountain gate, many people are withered, and the only elders and dozens of disciples are barely supporting the scene.

Wei Yunqiao, who is the lightest and most martial arts in the elder, is currently the head of Jiuyuan Mountain.

“Puff haha! Brother, please. Please!”

“Huh!” In the laughter of his younger brother, he snorted, and his internal force with residual luck rushed into the mountain gate.

Go straight through the Qingyuan Palace.

It also acted across the vast places, and in the strange eyes of more than ten teachers and siblings, they dressed their three palaces through Yaoguang, Puyang, and Tianheng.

Finally came to Tianshu Pavilion.

The Tibetan Hall of Tibetan Gong in the past has not been rebuilt for several months, and it seems extremely simple.

In the empty hall.

Several bookshelves, seven futons, two tables, a set of pen and ink.

The futon is ranked in the north, and there are several men with different costumes and different expressions sitting on it.

They looked like they seemed to be over 50, and they had revealed a little old -fashioned, and the position of Tianshu was.

It is Wei Yunqiao, who is in the head of the Chinese clothes.

“Long soldiers are wooden, short soldiers are arms.”

“The long soldiers have retired, and the short soldiers are in good advantage. The rabbit is like a bodies like the wind, and the three -foot -to -three -foots are abolished.” The Weifei head of Wei was charged with his eyes, as if he practiced the swordsmanship in his heart, From time to time, a few swordsmanship is reported from the mouth.

Moreover, it was Wei Yunqiao. The elders present were all open from time to time. If there is something wrong, they immediately argued and corrected.

After the table on the side.

A young man in Qingyun’s clothing is struggling to write a book, and records what everyone says one by one.

This one is Brother Feng in Zhao Ziqing’s mouth, and one of the only disciples of the only leader in Jiuyuan Mountain, Feng Ziqi.

“Uncle!”

“Uncle Yun Lan!”

“Brother!”

Seeing this, Zhou Fan put his steps lightly, respectfully stepped forward to rituals one by one.

“Brother Zhou!” That Feng Ziqi saw him look embarrassed, his complexion was tight, and he put down the pen and pen tightly. He stepped forward and asked seriously: “Why do you have been like this?! . “”

“Di Fan, are you?” Wei Yunqiao and several elders Wen Sheng opened their eyes slightly, and they also looked at it.

‘Ritual and Music, Banner Chang Sun and Moon Map” is the ranking of Jiuyuan Mountain ancestor Cheng Lisheng.

And Zhou Fan is in the door, it is the geographical character.

(This chapter is finished)