Chapter 175

The snowmen were stunned. One snow wolf was about the size of Zhang Xu, more than 200. How big was the place to install it? The whole uhe tribe can't hunt so many snow wolves in half a year! Most of these snow wolves were killed by bone puppets. There were not many complete ones, but there was a lot of meat.

They walked seven or eight miles along the way. Before they came to a wooden house, although there was heavy snow all around, the ground in the middle of the wooden house was clean. When they heard the sound, one or two snowmen came out of each wooden house. Soon, the middle area was full of hundreds of snowmen.

On the way, Wula's father introduced himself. His name is wupengyue. His father is the high priest of the Wuhe tribe. His father taught him totem. The population of the Wuhe tribe is only 150, which is the smallest one.

Feng Yimo is very curious to take that animal bone, some similar to jade slips memory function, which records the totem. This totem has something in common with spirit gathering array.

Wu Pengyue tells her father about being attacked by snow wolf, and tells her father that it's Feng Yimo who saves everyone.

The high priest is an old snowman with a beard and chest. His white hair is braided into small braids. His eyes are muddy and his body is bent. He is leaning on a crutch made of unknown animal bones. After listening to his son's story, he leads the whole family to kneel down to thank Feng Yimo.

Wind Yi Mo sleeve robe swept, a gust of wind blowing, the high priest and others could not kneel down, was entrusted up, heart shocked: "God please sit in the room!"

Feng Yimo nodded and followed the high priest into the biggest wooden house.

Although it's cold outside, it's very warm inside. After the guests and the guests are seated, the high priest's eyes suddenly twinkle with wisdom: "the immortal entered the bitter and cold place alone, there must be something important. What's more, the immortal is not a monk of xueshanzong. Is it from the south

"Ha ha, the high priest has good eyesight. I really come from the trade and road alliance in the south." Wind Yi Mo hit a ha ha way.

The high priest shook his head. "No, Shangxian has obvious seafood. It should come from the sea of death. If one can cross the sea of death, Shangxian has extraordinary skills. There must be something extraordinary! Maybe for some reason, I have to come from the sea. "

Feng Yimo was surprised. Although the high priest was old, his mind was very clear and his analysis was right.

"Yes, the high priest is wise! Now that I'm talking about it, how about making a deal with the high priest? " Wind Yi Mo narrowed his eyes, leaned back, put a comfortable posture, said.

"Deal? What deal? " The high priest's eyes brightened and his waist straightened: "is it difficult to become an immortal? Is there anything we need to do?"

"Smart!" With a wave of Feng Yi's ink hand, a most popular inferior spirit weapon appeared in front of him. This is a sword. He held the sword in his left hand and flicked his right index finger on the sword. The spirit sword made a buzzing sound, which made the whole wooden house vibrate. "Tell me where is the coldest in the North Xinjiang field. I'll give you 100 such weapons!"

"One or a hundred?" The high priest is not calm. Although he has not practiced, he can realize that this sword has extraordinary spirit and is valuable for self-cultivation. "OK, deal!" He seems to be afraid of wind B ink back, hastily agreed to come down.

"Cheery! By the way, there are some small gifts. I forgot to give them to you. " Feng Yimo stood up and went outside. With a wave of his hand, the bodies of more than 200 snow wolves were piled up into hills and filled the empty space in the middle of the cabin. All the snowmen were stunned, and then burst out into cheers.

"Thank you, immortal!" The high priest was very excited and saluted to Feng Yimo: "you are our distinguished guest of uhrling!"

Feng Yi Mo smiles calmly. It's just a matter of lifting a finger. One hundred inferior spirit weapons can only be refined in a few days.

He now has countless refining materials, which he just used to practice his hand, and he poured out the place to prepare for finding the vitality mud to refine the Liuhong wind chasing sword.

That night, Feng Yimo took out the real "buqidao" and studied it carefully. He planned to start refining the utensils tomorrow. With Shura black core flame, he could refine the utensils anytime and anywhere.

The next day, before dawn, Wula ran to fengyimo's room and stuffed his cold little hand into his quilt. Suddenly, he woke up. Feng Yimo placed a bone scorpion at the door of the wooden house, which did not restrict the people in the tribe, so Wula could get in and out freely.

"Little ula, what are you doing?" Wind Yi Mo asks a way.

"Big brother, you come with me!" Wula said.

"Well, you lead the way!" Wind Yi Mo is very curious, let Wula go in front, he follows behind.

When Wula entered the snow, he turned into a snowball, rolling very fast, and rolled all the way to a valley behind the tribe. Feng Yimo became more and more curious. Has this little guy always been so naughty? Yesterday was a person running alone for more than 30 miles, and today came here again. It's really not easy.

Who knows Wula rolled to a cliff, did not move, naive to get up, he stretched out his hand to the cliff below a point: "big brother, there are fruit below, can you help me pick a few?"Feng Yimo looked in the direction Wula pointed to. At the bottom of the cliff, facing the cold wind, there were two crystal clear fruits hanging on a plant several feet high.

It's Lingxiao fruit!

Feng Yimo was surprised. It's a good thing. It can change people's aptitude and make friars produce extremely rare ice spirit root!

But it's thousands of feet away from the bottom of the cliff. How did little Wula find the fruit below? Does he have the special ability to eat golden mice?

It seems to be aware of the smell of Lingxiao fruit, and the spirit eating silkworm in the Dantian is ready to move. After digesting the spirit power of silver shadow, it changes again, and its white and fat body turns into a light silver color.

"OK, big brother will take you!" Wind Yi Mo holds Wula in his left hand and flies to the cliff.

"Wow, Wula flies, Wula flies!" Little Wula was not afraid at all. Instead, she cried happily in Fengyi's arms, looking very excited.

However, Feng Yimo had just fallen half way, and a breath of yin and cold gushed out from below. He had a cold war with his constitution. He was worried about Wula's injury. With a shake of his wrist, the Dragon whip flew out and wrapped up a big tree on the edge of the cliff. The whole man flew back to the cliff and released a bone scorpion to protect Wula. He fell to the bottom of the cliff again.

This time, Fengyi ink falls half way, and then it runs Yin Yang formula. Heaven and earth are limitless, and Yin and yang are myriad methods. Extreme cold is a kind of Yin, and extreme heat is Yang!

However, before he landed next to the fruit, the withered branch of an ice tree suddenly moved, and instantly turned into a ferret about the size of Zhang, with sharp claws on his face!

Feng Yimo sneered, clenched his right hand, and roared to the ferret's claws. With Feng Yimo's physical strength, ordinary magic weapons can't hurt, let alone a level 3 medium level monster.

Ferret was blasted away, suddenly screamed, because it was covered with a layer of black flame!

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