No one would have imagined that a fart from the old weasel would trigger an avalanche.
Everyone present was so angry they wanted to tear it apart.
That's outrageous! How could someone just fart like that, especially in such a high-risk area?
The massive snow-capped mountain began to collapse, producing a deafening roar, and white smoke billowed out, like a rolling snow dragon.
The entire earth was trembling, and cracks were spreading continuously.
The tavern was instantly buried, swallowed up along with many martial artists.
"Run!"
The crowd was terrified and scattered like birds and beasts.
"It's all because of that damn weasel's stinky farts."
"Damn it, I'm going to kill it!"
"Forget about that now, the most important thing is to escape."
The old weasel looked completely innocent, frantically whipping the big black bull beneath it.
"You're all just jealous of my ultimate move."
"Baby, run, run..."
Moo—
The big black ox stopped being coy and ran outside with all its might, its speed incredibly fast, as if it were stepping on lightning.
"Wait for me."
Fatty Situ ran a few steps, grabbed the cow's tail, and was dragged along the snow.
Xiahou Ba was engulfed in black, malevolent flames as he ran with a ferocious grin.
Ye Feng was also quite helpless.
In fact, he had already sensed the fluctuations in the snow mountain's aura.
Even if the old weasel doesn't unleash its ultimate attack, an avalanche will still occur, only the timing will be delayed.
He stood on the Xuanyuan Sword, grabbed Lan Yu around the waist and lifted her up, instantly piercing through the layers of collapsing avalanches.
A group of martial artists fled frantically, the collapsing snow mountain rolling like thunder, resembling a giant silver dragon roaring in pursuit.
Those who ran slower and had lower cultivation levels were instantly swallowed by the blizzard and froze to death.
For a moment, shrill screams filled the air.
Fortunately, the avalanche came and went quickly, lasting only a dozen minutes.
Even so, it still claimed the lives of more than a dozen martial artists.
The remaining warriors, panting heavily, still felt lingering fear as they looked at the blizzard that had subsided behind them.
Then, everyone turned their attention to the old weasel.
Each dish was sharper and more ruthless than the last.
If looks could kill, that old weasel would have been dead countless times.
"Damn it, where did that weasel go? Kill it."
"Why waste words with it? Let's do it."
"Skin and tendons removed, then stew and eat the meat."
"That's good, it's perfect for warming up on this cold day."
At that moment, a dozen or so martial artists, their faces grim, gathered around the old weasel, wielding sharp blades, much like a group of hunters surrounding their prey.
"Hehe, okay, as long as you're not afraid of avalanches, then come on over."
The old weasel chuckled wickedly, sticking out its big buttocks towards the crowd, ready to let out another stinky fart.
With towering snow-capped mountains on both sides, everyone dared not speak too loudly and walked with extra care, lest they trigger a massive avalanche.
If that fart landed, it would cause an avalanche and bury everyone alive.
"Damn, is this ever going to end? They're about to unleash another big move."
"This is disgusting, get out of here!"
"If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?"
As a result, the group of martial artists who had previously clamored to eat weasel meat fled in panic.
"A bunch of cowards."
The old weasel didn't really mean to fart; it was just trying to scare them.
After all, it didn't want to be buried by the heavy snow.
at this time.
A figure braved the wind and snow to come to Ye Feng's side; it was Leonif, who had just gone to relieve himself.
He was just about to urinate when the avalanche suddenly occurred. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been buried.
However, avalanches frequently occur in such remote places.
Having lived in a snowy country for many years, he was used to it.
"Ye Tianshen, the helicopter is just ahead."
Leonif led Ye Feng and the others to climb up a snow-capped mountain opposite them.
A helicopter had been waiting for a long time on the flat area at the top of the mountain. Its huge propellers stirred up gusts of wind, and snowflakes danced and swirled.
Ye Feng and the others boarded the helicopter and were about to take off when a figure suddenly darted up, carrying a strong, unpleasant smell.
"Sect Master, wait for me, hehe..."
As for the big black ox, it was temporarily put into the storage space by the old weasel.
The moment this old fellow appeared, everyone's expression changed, and they all covered their noses and moved away.
Because it had just unleashed its ultimate attack, the old weasel had an exceptionally strong odor that could be smelled from a great distance.
Fatty Situ kept waving his big hand in front of his nose.
"Damn it, you weasel, stay away from me, you stink."
Xiahou Ba also looked disgusted, clutching the knife in his arms and keeping a safe distance from the old weasel.
Leonif, mindful of his position, refrained from saying anything, but he did put on a mask beforehand.
Seeing that everyone was treating him like a thief, the old weasel felt quite innocent, with a mix of grievance and confusion.
"Are you kidding me? Do I smell that bad? I sprayed half a bottle of perfume before I went out."
Ye Feng, “…”
Everyone, "..."
Soon, the helicopter had crossed dozens of majestic snow-capped mountains in succession.
Not far ahead, a deep and long canyon appeared, hidden in the misty snow fog.
We have now entered the territory of the Black Snow Country.
From the mountains not far from the valley came deafening shouts of battle.
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