Chapter 170

On the boundless grasslands, the wind is cold and the snow is flying.

Rao is approaching dusk, the world is still plain white, and it doesn't seem so dim.

This is the wild desert next to Qintian County. After passing this desert, it is regarded as entering Qintian County.

The warriors of the empire are accustomed to call them Mobei.

Perhaps the location of Qin Tian County is too good, which has captured the Feng Shui and luck of the entire Great Qin Empire, absorbing all the spiritual energy of this place.

There are no spring and autumn seasons in Mobei, and summer is full of yellow sand and dust.

Winter is snowy and cold.

People from the north who want to go to the imperial capital will inevitably set foot on this Mobei wasteland.

At this moment, in the reckless wind and snow, a young man vaguely walked out. He led a horse and walked slowly forward, wearing a blue and white long gown, which was very neat and did not see any snow.

It's just a little tired, and the thin clothes also make people worry about his body.

Innate warriors can resist the cold with their spiritual essence.

But the snow in Mobei lasted most of the winter at once, and the spiritual essence was so deep that it could not last for a long time.

Can you stop it for three or five days, or two or three months?

The young man didn't care, his handsome and handsome face, in the icy, snowy and cold wind, looked particularly cold, adding a lot of edge.

Needless to say, the teenager is naturally Lin Yun.

After he said goodbye to Ming Ye, he went all the way along the official road to the capital of the Great Qin Emperor.

It took two months to travel through dozens of major counties and arrive at the snow-covered Mobei.

The winter in Mobei came much earlier than the imperial capital.

Calculate the time, in half a month, you can enter Qintian County and go to the imperial capital.

At that time, the imperial capital should be just in winter, and this goose feather-like snow should also float to welcome the young leaders who came from all over the empire.

For the past two months, apart from traveling and cultivating.

Lin Yun's time was spent pondering on the ancient slip with the burning time written on it.

150,000 Xiantian Pills were almost exhausted by him, leaving less than 10,000.

With the accumulation of so many resources, the Ziyuan Sword Art finally broke through the fourth level and reached the astonishing fifth level.

That burning purple iris, when it blooms, will open up to thirty petals.

The slender lines, the flexible lace, and the burning purple flame make this purple iris amazingly beautiful.

The seemingly soft appearance contains a mountain-like spiritual essence, and now it is more and more difficult to make this purple iris turn.

But once it moved, the condensed sword glow had the terrifying power of Lin Yun's heart palpitations.

The cultivation base has not changed, but Lin Yun's strength has increased by at least 30%.

But the real horror is the blood dragon horse.

After these two people devoured the ancient demon pill that Lin Yun left to them, their cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Reaching the shocking innate seven orifices, the single horn between the eyebrows has become more and more obvious.

It can only be said that this guy's bloodline talent is too powerful. If Lin Yun could have this bone, his cultivation base would have already reached the Qi Aperture.

The snow kept flying, and the footprints were quickly covered by one person and one horse.

Before long, the sky turned completely dark.

Woo~woo~woo~

The night in Mobei is very dangerous, and the strange screams of monsters are heard from time to time in the wind and snow. It seems to be far away, and it seems to be very close, which is more chilling than this cold night.

Lin Yun tightened his clothes, and the expression on his face became much more cautious.

The Mobei Wasteland is absolutely safe during the day, but at night...it's quite different.

Suddenly, Lin Yun paused and stopped.

Not far away, lay a half-covered corpse in the snow.

Most of his body was buried in the snow, motionless.

After setting foot in Mobei, Lin Yun saw many corpses in the snow.

Some died of freezing, some were eaten by monsters, and some died in the hands of loose cultivators... The Mobei Wasteland has never been a peaceful place. The environment is harsh, the monsters are fierce, and the human heart is more terrifying than the two.

Once entering Qintian County, it is considered peaceful.

There will be gatherings of sects, rich clans, and royal troops patrolling, so such incidents will never happen.

It is a pity to die in this Mobei wasteland, I have to say.

Lin Yun shook his head slightly, holding the blood dragon and horse, and continued to walk forward.

But just as he was about to leave, he found that the man's fingers seemed to move.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, Lin Yun was thoughtful, raised his hand, and a ray of sword light bounced out.

laugh!

The sharp sword beam made a piercing sound in the wind and snow, and shot towards the corpse.

The place where the sword light entered the corpse almost rubbed the opponent's body, and it could pierce directly in a little bit.

The body that was buried by the heavy snow remained motionless.

Without hesitation, Lin Yun took a few steps forward and wiped off the snow on the opponent's body. A slightly immature face was revealed, his face was pale and his breathing was steady, not like a dead person.

From the looks of it, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, younger than himself.

Freeze? Still tired?

Not knowing whether it was the former or the latter, Lin Yun threw the other party on the back of the blood dragon and continued to move forward.

Half an hour later, a dilapidated temple appeared in Lin Yun's eyes.

The broken temple wall seemed to collapse at any time in the violent snowstorm.

Barren mountains and snow, an abrupt temple.

If it was normal, Lin Yun would never go in. He had the Thunder Flame body beside him. Even in this Mobei snow field, if it blows for half a month, it will not be a big problem.

But after looking at the young man on the horse, Lin Yun hesitated for a moment and walked in with the horse.

In the broken temple, the space is not small, and there are wet and cold thatch everywhere.

The Buddhist King Kong enshrined on the main seat has old and peeling gold paint, and some spider webs are still wrapped around the top of the head.

Shake Shake!

The cold wind blew against the temple gate, pouring in a lot of wind and snow, making the body that had just warmed up shudder.

"close the door."

The voice that sounded without warning made Lin Yun stunned for a moment, but he still did what he said.

After lighting the incense candles in front of the hall, Lin Yun realized that he was in the corner of the ruined temple.

A bald-headed monk with beautiful eyebrows, holding a Buddha bead, was knocking on a wooden fish.

It was too snowy just now, so I didn't hear the sound of the wooden fish.

Stuffing the blood dragon horse inside, Lin Yun put the boy on the horse's back down.

Using local materials and lighting a bonfire, the temple suddenly warmed up.

The monk did not seem to see everything he did. He didn't hear or ask, half-closed his eyes, knocking on the wooden fish.

The face of the young man on the ground gradually turned red, and after a while, he opened his eyes, yawned, and stretched again.

As if he had just woken up, he looked around and looked at Lin Yun again.

The young man smiled and said, "It's rare that someone picked it up. My name is Li Wuyou, what's your name, eldest brother?"

This eldest brother's cry was quite smooth, and I don't know if it was because of habit, or if Lin Yun really saved him.

The so-called "stretch your hand and don't hit the smiling face", Lin Yun didn't have much disgust for this young man.

"Lin Yun."

He smiled and told the other party.

"Is there any wine?"

Li Wuyou looked at Lin Yun and continued to smile.

"Have."

Without thinking much, Lin Yun took out a jar of monkey wine and handed it to the other party.

Gulong Gulong!

Li Wuyou picked up the jar and took several sips before saying, "Good wine. Just with this jar of wine, I'll give you the big brother. In the future, when you enter the Rising Clouds Sword Pavilion, the big brother must cover me."

Lin Yun raised his brows and his face changed slightly: "How do you know that I want to enter the High Heaven Sword Pavilion?"

Li Wuyou said with a smile, "He ran to the imperial capital in this ghostly weather, he must be thinking of joining a few sects. As for why the eldest brother will definitely enter the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, hehe, the half-step sword intent on the eldest brother's body is concealed. Outsiders, can you still hide from the swordsman?"

Lin Yun relaxed a little bit, this Li Wuyou was young, but his mind was quite meticulous.

"You also want to enter the High Heaven Sword Pavilion?"

Li Wuyou poured his mouth again, nodded and smiled: "That's natural, I, Li Wuyou, want to be the number one swordsman in Daqin."

Under the stamina of the monkey wine, the immature face of the other party was bright red.

With a slightly exaggerated tone, it made people laugh a little bit dumbly.

creak!

While the two were chatting, the temple door was opened again, and a group of congenital warriors entered. They are not too old, and it seems that they came together halfway.

It looks young, but each of them has a deep cultivation base and a dignified breath.

"It's really lucky to meet a temple in such a big snowstorm."

"And a bonfire."

"Haha, you can get a good night's sleep tonight."

Seven or eight teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old had a heated discussion as soon as they entered the door.

"close the door!"

The bald monk, the sudden voice sounded again.

The teenagers were obviously taken aback just like when Lin Yun first arrived, but they still did as they were told.

When the temple door was closed, several teenagers greeted Lin Yun and Li Wuyou, and sat around the bonfire.

They are all of the same age, and they all rush to the imperial capital for the four major sects to recruit disciples every winter month.

There were a lot of topics to talk about with each other, and the atmosphere soon became lively.

The monk still looked at the wooden fish, didn't pay attention, half closed his eyes, and didn't look up.

When there are more people, Li Wuyou's chatty personality is exposed.

However, his long eyebrows are beautiful, his face is always full of smiles, but his tone is very big, and he can always make everyone laugh.

"Li Wuyou, you want to be the number one swordsman in Daqin, what about Bai Lixuan?"

"I bet you will be beaten to death if you enter the High Heaven Sword Pavilion."

Several people teased Li Wuyou and made fun of him.

Li Wuyou smiled nonchalantly: "Before I become the number one swordsman, I won't die. Speaking of which sect you are planning to go to."

"I didn't think about it. The thresholds of the four major sects are very high. I don't know if I can enter. Maybe I will go to Qintian Academy."

"I want to go to Demon Moon Villa. The background of this sect is the most mysterious, but I heard that they are all secretly recruiting people."

"I want to go to the Xuantian Sect. Young Master Liushang in the Eighth Young Master of the Imperial Capital belongs to the Xuantian Sect."

"Lin Yun, why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Lin Yun was silent, someone asked curiously.

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when the temple door was pushed open with a bang.

The wind and snow poured in, making everyone shiver from the cold, and the three burly men who came in with the wind and snow. He is full of suffocating energy, his brows are full of sullenness, and his cultivation has reached the amazing Innate Seven Apertures.

The suffocating energy on their bodies was almost condensed into substance, making the expressions of the youths in the temple change.

Mobei Sanctuary, four heart-pounding words appeared in everyone's mind.

The big guy at the head grinned at everyone at the bonfire, looking hideous and terrifying.

"close the door."

But just when he was about to speak, the monk who knocked on the wooden fish, half-closed his eyes, spit out these words again.

"Shut up your mother!"

Anger flashed in the big man's eyes, he pulled out the short sword pinned to his waist, and shot out a fierce cold light.

The sword light flashed by, so fast that it was too late for the eyes to react.

"Be careful!"

Several teenagers suddenly screamed, but they didn't expect the temper of this Mobei loose cultivator to be so irritable.

If you don't agree, you're going to kill someone!

Seeing that the short sword was about to be inserted into the head of the bald monk, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

At the moment when the sound stopped, the speed of the short sword that broke through the air suddenly decreased.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The bald-headed monk with beautiful eyebrows, smiled slightly, turned his head and easily caught this deadly dagger with amazing strength. Silent, understated.