Chapter 542

After nearly three months' journey, chen fan and others finally set foot on the northern wasteland after three days' rest in the defense line of the Great Wall.

At this time, the weather has been extremely cold, the eyes are covered with thick snow, although everywhere a school of snow wrapped scene, but still can not cover the endless sense of loneliness and desolation!

It was night, and they were resting under a poplar tree.

The burning bonfire can't drive away the cold, and the simple yurt can't resist the cold wind.

Wu Youde and Huo Mingxin shiver with their arms frozen. They shrink in the wool blanket and dare not even show their heads.

It's snowing outside. Since I came to the north, it snows almost every day. Even today's light snow is a rare good weather.

Outside the yurt, Mu Yunhai wears a single garment, sits in the snow and drinks to the moon. In the heart of the sword opposite him, he wipes his sword and looks at Chen Fan from time to time.

Chen fan is practicing. Now he has changed his court clothes into black ones.

Snowflakes fall on the head, but in an instant, they will be inexplicable force melting, at this moment, all the people present can feel Chen Fan's whole body has the power to transpiration.

Every second elapse of time, chen fan will be strong one minute!

All of a sudden, chen fan's whole body momentum a shock, the shock has fallen behind the withered Populus euphratica a handful of snow.

Then, that pair of can if the star's eyes suddenly opened, the flash of blood red light brought by the star of life was fleeting.

But after the blood red light, there was a strange green awn emerging, but soon disappeared.

"But the cultivation has been promoted?" Mu Yunhai throws his wine pot to Chen Fan and looks at his disciples with loving eyes.

Chen Fan nodded, some helpless said: "three months, finally promoted to martial arts eight days!"

As soon as this speech was said, it was a burst of laughter and abuse from the very serious Mu Yunhai recently.

"You cunning, ordinary people who have been studying hard for several years and can't be promoted have spent three months here. If you go on like this, I'm afraid you can catch up with your teacher in less than ten years."

Mu Yunhai's face was filled with joy. Chen Fan was his disciple. His disciples were so powerful that he was naturally happy in his heart.

It's just that there are some things that Mu Yunhai doesn't know.

In fact, chen fan has been able to break through to the eighth heaven of martial arts, but he has been suppressing himself.

Some of them have to be improved recently. They have to be improved quickly.

After drinking a sip of liquor, chen fan got up and moved his body. Then he looked to the north. His sight shuttled back and forth, as if he had once again seen the court of burning slaves.

"In a dozen more days, we should be here." Chen Fan murmured to himself.

But at this time, the heart of the sword suddenly interposed: "the snow blocks the road, has some influence on the foot distance."

This speech, chen fan eyebrow a wrinkle, wood cloud sea also realized a trace of unusual meaning.

"Have you been to the north before?" Chen fan asked, looking into the heart of the sword's eyes.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a flurry flashed in his heart's eyes, and his expression gradually became serious.

She just wanted to say something, but Chen Fanyi waved his hand and stopped the words in the heart of the sword. Then she turned around and threw her fist at Mu Yunhai.

Knowing that Chen fan had something to tell Jianxin, Mu Yunhai nodded and left with the wine pot in his hand. In addition to Wu Youde and Huo Mingxin who had fallen asleep, only chen fan and Jianxin were left.