Chapter 113

The Trouble with the Snow Lord

Ever since Yan Qingyan and Ye Feichen had a big fight, she hasn't gone out for a whole month.

She claimed to others that she was in seclusion to consolidate her cultivation, and in fact, she was indeed consolidating her skyrocketing strength.

"The spells and elixirs used in the Jindan stage are more than one level higher than those used in the foundation-building stage. I should also try to practice the earth-level spell 'Thousand Trees Dance'."

Yan Qingyan dug out the record of 'Thousand Trees Dance' from her sea of ​​consciousness. This earth-level spell was extremely profound and could not be compared to the simple little spells of the Xuan-level and Huang-level spells.

"Thousands of trees grow together, and thousands of leaves dance in a whirlwind. When the spell is activated, thousands of trees grow out of thin air, turning the surroundings into a huge wood spirit stage. Elegance hides murderous intent..."

Yan Qingyan's body subconsciously swayed in accordance with the movements demonstrated by the 'illusory great monk' in her sea of ​​consciousness, and she paced back and forth in the house unconsciously.

Amu stared blankly at Yan Qingyan who seemed to be 'drunk', not understanding why she was such a serious person usually but had such a side to her in private?

Yan Qingyan felt extremely good about herself, following the movements of the figure in the magic 'picture', as if she was dancing a 'beautiful' dance.

"It doesn't seem that difficult." Yan Qingyan muttered.

After practicing the introductory dance for a few days, Yan Qingyan discovered that the earth-level spells were indeed earth-level spells. Could she take back what she said before?

The law of true fragrance is never late!

......

Huayan City.

This place is separated from Wanjiang City by a city, and it is also a big city like Feiyun City.

It is also a large sect, the location of the Yinhuang Sect.

A hundred miles outside the city is a desolate area.

Xue Qianji covered her chest tightly, her face extremely pale.

[Miss Xue Ningshuang is no longer in danger. She has found a way to control her innate ice spirit body. 】

"Okay! Okay! Since Ning Shuang is fine, I should also think of a way to crush those annoying bugs from the Yinhuang Sect to death!"

Xue Qianji stood up with difficulty, looking coldly at the Yinhuang Sect monk who was flying at high speed on his sword.

"Old Xue! Others may be afraid of your Nascent Soul Great Perfection, but my Yinhuang Sect is not afraid! How dare you detain and kill so many of my disciples? Today, I must destroy you!"

A monk in a gray robe and a mask was flying in the air with a sword, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.

Many cultivators in the Tianxuan Realm like to refer to themselves as "old man" or "old man". Although these people are indeed very old, they definitely do not look old.

"You are not qualified to destroy me!" Xue Qianji took out a broken flying sword and spat a mouthful of blood on it.

“Heavenly Grade Magical Weapon!”

"It's really a heavenly grade magic weapon! This old man is so lucky!"

The eyes under the mask of the masked powerful man suddenly burst out with a gleam of light, filled with greed.

Three months ago, Xue Qianji got some unknown news and unexpectedly left Wanjiang City and headed towards a remote place.

Xue Qianji's actions were very covert, but how could his Yinhuang Sect fail to detect the whereabouts of this old man? He had already used a special tracking method and was following the old man silently.

I didn't expect that I would unexpectedly get the news of a 'Heavenly Grade Magical Weapon', even if it was an incomplete one!

"You are a step too late. I have successfully refined the magic weapon. I will use your blood to sharpen the blade of this peerless sword!" There was a murderous intent in Xue Qianji's eyes. He really wanted to kill this old man right now to prevent future troubles!

"Hmph! You probably don't know the origin of my Yinhuang Sect, Xue Qianji. You have provoked a behemoth that should not be provoked..." the masked man said meaningfully.

"Don't say anything more, watch this!"

boom!

A fierce battle broke out in this desolate land.

......

Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Yan Qingyan was still immersed in the practice of the 'Thousand Trees Dance', forgetting to eat and sleep, working hard, sleeping on straw and tasting gall...

The "structural layout" of the entire cave was messed up and scattered by the "Thousand Trees Dance" skills. This spell affected the "terrain" too much, and every time it was used, it would leave an extremely "conspicuous" mark on the spot.

"call--"

Yan Qingyan let out a long breath and touched the invisible sweat on her head.

Ever since he had an unpleasant experience with Ye Feichen last time, he had come to the cave gate to look for her several times, but she avoided him under the pretext of "retreat".

Even now, she didn't really want to communicate with the team leader, and had already thought about "quitting".

Fates come and go, and everyone is just a passer-by in life. There is no need to be too obsessed.

However, just yesterday, Yuan Yizi, the guy who had "experienced more than a dozen mercenary groups", announced his withdrawal earlier than her, which almost made her drop her jaw.

No, I mean Brother Yuan? Why did you leave without saying hello to me? !

Yan Qingyan was puzzled and decided to go out today to take a closer look.

"Qingyan, I'm with you. The atmosphere in the city has been a little strange these days. Be careful." Ling Mochen walked over.

His expression was somewhat solemn, and he had a vague feeling of 'backer pill'.

"The atmosphere is wrong?" Yan Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then followed Ling Mochen out of the cave with a confused look on her face.

After taking a long breath of the turbid spiritual energy outside the cave, Yan Qingyan finally understood the meaning of "the atmosphere is wrong".

Many monks wearing masks appeared on the streets. The Yinhuang Sect's iconic "grey robes" dared to walk on the road in a swagger. There were only three or two pedestrians on the road. It was far from the lively scene in the past. They walked in a hurry, as if something terrible was chasing them...

"What happened?" Where is Xue Fatian? Where is the law enforcement team?

Have the Xue family and the Yinhuang Sect reconciled? Can the disciples of Yinhuang Sect come to Wanjiang City openly?

"There are many outsiders coming into the city, and there are fewer mercenaries gathering in the mission hall. I'm afraid that the Xue family is in big trouble." Ling Mochen frowned.

"What kind of trouble could it be? Did something happen to Lord Xue? Or did the Yinhuang Sect cultivate a Nascent Soul Great Perfection Patriarch?"

Yan Qingyan had a bad feeling.

Didi——

At this time, Yan Qingyan's communication jade talisman made a sound, which was the news from Yuan Yizi.

[The Lord of Snow City was forced into a secret realm by the Yinhuang Sect. He cannot return within a year and must leave Wanjiang City immediately! 】

Yan Qingyan: ...

It's really a big trouble.

"Qingyan, are you going to the Xiaoyao Mercenary Group's base?" Ling Mochen asked.

The Xiaoyao Mercenary Group has a base, and each mercenary group has a gathering point, but they usually prefer to use communication jade talismans to communicate.

Yuan Yizhi had already left, and the Xiaoyao Mercenary Group was short of one more person, and she was also leaving...

"Go directly to the mercenary hall and apply to withdraw from the group." Yan Qingyan said calmly.

"Qingyan?" Ling Mochen was surprised.

He remembered Qingyan said that she wanted to explore more secret places outside the city, but she had only been there once...

"Mo Chen, once I quit the mercenary group, we'll prepare to run away."

Yan Qingyan said seriously: "We are Jindan Zhenren, there are some things we don't need to worry too much about."

Yes, they are Jindan Zhenren.