Chen Yang didn't want to kill these two people in front of so many people, and didn't want to get entangled any more, so he took Xiao Ling and walked out quickly.
The ice-carved door was tightly closed. He shook the tip of his sword, and boom, the ice door instantly cracked and collapsed. Chen Yang stepped on the ice door and walked out.
Liu An wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Zhang Ping. Looking back, he saw that Zhang Ping had vomited blood twice.
How come that guy's sword is so powerful?
Liu An frowned slightly.
At this time, everyone present seemed to understand that the auction of the Fire Flame Pill was actually a revenge operation by the Zhanling Sect!
Besides, the starting price of 500 gold crystals for the Fire Flame Pill was too expensive, and everyone was losing interest and wanted to leave.
Han Xiaotian leaned against the ice sculpture wall, looking at the venue with a cold smile.
"Since I failed to kill that brat, what about the Fire Flame Pill..." Zhang Ping frowned.
Liu An thought for a moment and said, "Continue the auction."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted, "Are you selling this Fire Flame Pill for 100 gold crystals each?"
"How can such a good thing happen!" Liu An said unhappily.
"It seems my guess was right. The Fire Flame Pill auction was all a sham! You're just trying to bring bad luck to that kid, right? He didn't take the Fire Flame Pill at all, and he didn't steal it!"
"Nonsense! How could we, the renowned and prestigious Zhanling Sect, frame someone?"
The man said mockingly: "But you are obviously not as skilled as others."
A famous and powerful sect had its elixir stolen openly, and was defeated when it came to asking for it back. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to tell others about it?
Suddenly many people laughed.
Liu An glanced at Han Xiaotian. If this man had not taken action, the boy would have been killed by his fist!
The thought of the revenge he almost got made him so angry that his teeth itched.
"What Fire Pill? It's just so-so in my opinion! I don't want it anyway, whoever wants it can have it!" The man laughed, walked out of the hall with his head held high, and stepped on the cracked ice door as usual.
Then many people walked out.
Han Xiaotian said to the dead language: "Let's go now."
Dead Words was stunned: "Huh, are we going to the North now?"
"That's right."
"I have already seen my most powerful competitor. If I don't leave now, when will I leave?" Han Xiaotian asked.
Dead Words nodded: "The disciples of the Soul-Slaying Sect do have some abilities."
Han Xiaotian stared at him as if he were a fool.
Wangyu was confused. Did he say something wrong just now?
"Laowang, why do you think these two idiots from the Zhanling Sect are my competitors?" Han Xiaotian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
How could he have such a partner with such a bad brain.
"The Three Soul-Slaying Heroes, these are only two of them. If all three were together, wouldn't it be powerful?" Dead Language said seriously.
Han Xiaotian couldn't help shaking his head: "Three, even if it's five or eight, I wouldn't take it seriously. On the contrary..."
His eyes narrowed, and then he revealed a playful smile. He really wanted to know what kind of body protection that guy used. It felt better than his Yinhan Armor.
"On the contrary what?" Wang Yu really didn't know who the competitor Han Xiaotian was talking about.
"Isn't that young man with the little donkey and that sword flashing with cold light powerful?" Han Xiaotian felt that he could only say it directly.
"Him..." Wang Yu thought for a moment and nodded. "That sword is indeed powerful, but his realm is not high. The sword energy is not emitted by him, but the energy of the sword itself."
He was right. Even though everyone thought so, Han Xiaotian didn't think so.
The energy of the sword is in harmony with that person. It is his natal sword. What does this mean? It means that the energy of the sword itself comes from that person.
As for why the sword's energy was higher than that of its owner, he didn't know, but he was sure that the person was no simple person, absolutely no simple person.
A smile flashed across his lips. He originally thought that there were no opponents, but he didn't expect that there was still a strong enemy.
Interesting, interesting.
On the snow-covered mountain road, a black smoke spread across the sky and quickly disappeared.
Han Xiaotian stood beside the tree with a frown on his face.
"Demon cultivator..." he said softly.
Wang Yu also stopped and asked in astonishment, "Why are there demon cultivators here?"
"No doubt about it, he is definitely a demon cultivator, and a Heavenly Demon Lord at that!"
He could never mistake that smell.
Wang Yu was also aware of this. He frowned, his expression filled with worry. "Heavenly Demon Lord! Are you from the Nether Valley?"
Han Xiaotian laughed and said, "Without the power of gods and demons, even the Heavenly Demon Lord wouldn't dare to travel around. If he's not from the Nether Valley, then where else could he be? I didn't expect that the demon cultivators would also want to obtain the treasures of the Ice Soul Wasteland."
Han Xiaotian laughed even more wildly: "Things are becoming more and more interesting."
Dead Language shook his head.
He has known Han Xiaotian for decades, but he still cannot understand this person's temperament.
But even if he couldn't understand, he was willing to follow him.
"Speaking of which, the soul of the demon god has been sealed for hundreds of years. I wonder if the seal is still stable. I want to know." Han Xiaotian said.
"Should we change our route and go to Nether Valley?" asked Dead Language.
Han Xiaotian rolled his eyes at him, not understanding why he was tied to such a person.
He still said patiently: "Let's go to the Bingpo Wasteland first and act accordingly. One is the Sky Demon Lord, and the other is..."
He didn't know how to describe the young man.
Anyway, Dead Language wouldn't know what he was talking about, so he gave up looking for the right words and said, "If there was a chance to subdue the Sky Demon Lord, wouldn't we have to go to the Nether Valley?"
Dead Language nodded, that’s true.
But it is not so easy to subdue the Demon Lord.
Chen Yang returned to the inn, found Xue Qing, and said two words: "Let's go."
He decided to leave Xifeng Town now and go directly to find the Bingpo Wasteland.
Xue Qing didn't ask any more questions. She quickly packed up and followed Chen Yang out of the inn.
The topographic map was still changing, the mountains and rivers looked one way and then another, so Chen Yang simply threw the map away.
"Just go with your feeling. Since it's an ancient relic, I don't believe there's no sense at all." Xue Qing and Xiao Ling couldn't do that. He was carrying the Ice Wolf Jade, and his senses were quite sensitive.
Xue Qing nodded. The topographic map was indeed useless with such changes.
The two rode Xiao Ling towards the Far North.
The further north they went, the colder the weather became. Chen Yang hugged Xue Qing tightly, and Xiao Ling's pace became slower.
He stepped deeply and shallowly on the ice and snow covered ground.
The snow was no longer soft but had become hard.
I don’t know how long we walked, but it was getting dark.
Although there was light from the snow, it was still different from the daytime. In addition, the surrounding mountains were towering and the pine trees stood in rows, making the surroundings look ghostly and dim.
Xue Qing, Chen Yang, and Xiao Ling all took the recovery pills, then sat on the ice and snow, leaning against the pine wood to rest.
Chen Yang urged the Ice Wolf Baoyu out, grabbed Xue Qing's hand and Xiao Ling's hoof, and touched the Ice Wolf Baoyu together, and they woke up instantly.
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