97 Qingyi Scholar Snow Fairy

In the space of Zifu, the phaseless mind is now in the form of a yuan god, and the eyes reflect the appearance of the internal magical rune.

Black and secluded color, only one-fifth of the left. The rune track is strange, which is something that Xue Chen has never seen before. It is like the lines of insects and snakes, and it is like the texture of mountains and rivers, emitting a completely different texture from the texture of the fairy road (the mystery of the law). It is both wild and mysterious.

Although it can't be seen, it can be seen from the complexity and mystery of the texture that it is a powerful magic power, which belongs to the category of the will and soul. His yuan god has no mutual spirit and has been practicing. The golden light penetrates the imprint inside the runes, but he can only break through the first layer of texture, and it will be difficult in vain in the back. There is a strong and magical arcane force resisting.

However, through the first layer of sacrifice, he also learned its basic information: "The poisonous soul-eating spell turned out to be the magical power of the legendary witch clan!"

The witch clan, an ancient race, existed before the rise of the human race, but later disappeared for some unknown reason. Only some legends have been passed down, with amazing divine power and the ability to sacrifice gods and ghosts, which can affect the operation of the meteorological laws of heaven and earth, and can call wind and rain, and control thunder and electricity.

In addition, he is also proficient in medicine and poison. This incomplete magic power should be left by a witch monk, or hidden in a piece of waste, transported to the nine-ring stars as garbage, and then accidentally obtained by this person, who wants to practice the ten thousand poison gens and turn it into a poisonous immortal.

Since he can't practice completely for a while, Xue Chen is too lazy to waste time. After taking the other party's storage bag and then collecting waste products.

More than 20 days later, a escull left the second ring. It was Xue Chen's wind and thunder god light shuttle, breaking through the sky and rushing to the second ring.

He sat in the shuttle and practiced normally. At the same time, he was practicing the magic power of the ten thousand poison soul-eating mantra. The universal divine heart was deduced, the white light was added and washed, and it was transformed and optimized. The five-element divine wheel derivative poison light lines were supplemented, and he wanted to repair it completely.

As for the harvest of the second ring, it can only be regarded as barely okay. In addition to the surprise brought by this divine power, other materials and ancient magical power are average, which are used to improve the five-e elements of the divine wheel and the universal divine heart.

The shuttle all the way, across the three mountains and five mountains, the hills, grasslands and desert wastelands flashed one by one, and emerged in the mirror of the immortals, enjoying the magnificent and vastness of natural scenery. Xue Chen felt that his heart was also improving a little. This is the truth that reading thousands of books is better than to travel thousands of miles.

A few days later, I came to the first ring circle, painted the gourd according to the example, and spent a month walking around, which was similar to the second ring circle, but there was no novel magic power, which made him a little disappointed. Suddenly, he suddenly thought, "All the way, I got the powerful magic powers such as the platinum lightsaber, Xuanwu Zhen Xingjia, Biyuan Changqingqi, and so on, as well as the seven-phase heart Buddha. Can I use my anger? Is it all?"

Luck, although no one can describe it in detail. It is too ethereal and invisible, the ancient legend does exist, involving a person's numerology. As soon as he is born, his luck will be determined, and the limit of growth will also be determined. Of course, there will be changes. It depends on whether I can hold the opportunity.

Feeling a little irritable, he slowed down, enjoyed the natural scenery along the way, and lost his distractions.

When he approached a Luzhou, he suddenly felt strange: "Uh-huh! Is the vitality of the fire system between heaven and earth so active? Could it be..."

He immediately recalled the map of the ninth ring map in his heart and found that he was near the equator of the ninth ring star. The environment here was generally hot. The Luzhou he was close to was Huolingzhou, and there were also four continents of molten flame, hot light and Lieyang nearby, guarding the central Chiyanzhou.

"This is the base camp of Yanyangzong. It seems that I should be careful!" Xue Chen immediately lowered his speed and didn't want to be noticed. Then he thought of a legend: "I heard that the scenery of the Xishui River near Huoling City is unique in the ninth ring. Since you come, go and have a look!"

On the vast land, there is a green and red city, guarded by an array of light above. There is no wind, frost, rain and snow in the city, but the hot environment comes from the law of heaven and earth. The array cannot be completely eliminated, and the city is still hot.

The eight gates were open, and the crowd went in and out in an orderly manner. Xue Chen came out from a distance. At this moment, he had changed his appearance. He didn't want Yan Yangzong's eyeliner to find, but he was still handsome, and his face was transparent with a jade luster. In addition, its dress has also been completely changed. This time it is for travel. Naturally, it is not a mysterious man in black robes, but a scholar dress disguised by a mins poet.

A long cyan coat with embroidered cloud patterns, a white velvet felt hat, a gray cloth bag on the back, two bells hanging on the waist, white deer leather boots on the feet, engraved with flying silver patterns, a folding fan in the hand, a magnificent picture of the mountains and rivers on the front, and the reverse side is a Confucian fairy lying cloud painting, still short hair, not like a scholar and not, but the printing hall exudes unruly arrogance. He really looks like a talented man full of poetry.

His dress is very strange, especially his rare short hair, which attracts many people. In addition to the seven-foot-tall Pan An's appearance, there is a temperament that fascinates thousands of girls between the folding fan, with a turning rate of 200 percent. Some of the low-level women who walk around are full of light, some are charming eyes, and some are secretly sending autumn waves.

Xue Chen was sweating wildly and felt that he had miscalculated this time: "Oh! One side of the water and soil nourish the other side of people. The environment here is hot, which also affects the soul. Both men and women are very open. If I had known it, I would have pretended to be a foot merchant. Er, it doesn't work. There will still be greedy women, unless I change my appearance and become ugly... Forget it!"

I thought a lot in an instant, and finally decided to do so.

With a light smile on his face, he looked around and looked at the shops and stalls on the street. There were all kinds of strange goods, including those needed for cultivation and life, such as colorful kites, bright red rouge, smooth silk and so on. Most of them were bought by female practitioners. However, as long as Xue Chen passed by, all the nuns turned their heads and looked attracted by his temperament.

For those different eyes, Xue Chen pretended not to see it and walked slowly all the way, ready to leave from another square gate of Lingcheng City, and then not far from the famous Xishui River.

But when I turned a corner, I suddenly saw a lot of people crowded outside a pavilion, and I heard an exclamation: "It's a snow-clad fairy. I'm lucky to see a snow-clad fairy. It's so beautiful!"

"Snow Fairy? Who is that?" Xue Chen was suspicious. He participated in Ruiyun's Taoist meeting. Through his conversation with Haowu, he also knew the origin of the title of more than half of the immortals of the nine-ring stars, but he had never heard of the figure of the Snow Fairy.

He approached. Although he hid his cultivation, his eyes were no longer ordinary. He could automatically accept the obscure light. After the perspective channel was distorted, he saw the scene inside through the gap between pedestrians, and a shadow stood outside a jewelry store.

But at that moment, his heart shook violently, his face was dull for a moment, and his eyes were shining.

The woman seems to come from the painting. Her nose and willow eyebrows are beautiful, her clothes are better than snow, and her wide sleeves are flying. Her eyes are as clear as autumn water. She is as white as condensed fat, emitting a strange fragrance, like a witch Luo Shen. There is a pedestrian holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and the flowers are even more bright. I feel that there is a haze behind her. It's really not a human being in the world. It's like a fairy coming down to earth.

If it's just his appearance, he doesn't care about immortals like Xue Chen, but he finds that this woman is an ordinary person. At least he can't see a trace of mana fluctuations. She is born with beauty and natural beauty, which makes his eyes bright. He instinctively whispers poems:

"The warbler is jealous. The flowers are shy and the moon is hidden, and there is no one in the world. It has been a special life for thousands of years!"

Although his voice was relatively low, everyone heard it and turned to look at him in surprise, but he was a handsome talent. The mountains and rivers swayed gently with a charming smile on his face. Seven or eight people in front of him somehow automatically gave up a passage.

At that moment, Xue Chen's Qingyi scholar and the snow woman were facing each other. Their eyes looked directly. Xue Chen advocated casualness in this game. When he saw such a naturally amazing woman, he would not hide his true thoughts in his heart. His hot eyes were full of appreciation, and there was no trace of blasphemy.

Then, he put his hands in front of the scholar's etiquette, put his palm on himself, bowed to the snow-clad fairy, and sincerely pleaded guilty: "Seeing that the fairy is beautiful, Xiaosheng forgets himself for a moment and dares to speak, please forgive me!"

Since you dress up as a scholar, your behavior should naturally be consistent, otherwise you may be seen.

"It doesn't matter!" There is no change in the jade face of the snow fairy, and the cold echoes.

Seeing that the students in blue were polite, dressed strangely, and standing opposite the snow-dressed fairy, some people next to him discussed in a low voice:

"Wh! Have you found that the Qingyi Scholar and the Snow Fairy are a good match!"

"Listen to what you said, it's really a little bit. The two are talented and beautiful, and they are very husband and wife!"

"Cut! Isn't the scholar just good-looking? Without any cultivation, how can you be worthy of a snow-dressed fairy? You don't even know if you are killed!"

"Can you do it? If you have the ability, you can go and chase the snow fairy!"

"Uh! I dare not. Although the beauty and temperament of the snow-clothed fairy are fascinating, I heard that she has a strange curse. The result of any man chasing her is a loss of memory. It may be difficult to make progress from now on. I still want to step into three steps, but I can't break the road for a woman!"

"It's a pity that this amazing snow lotus!"

"I hope this scholar will not be persistent!"

These were naturally heard by Xue Chen, and he was surprised and puzzled. He did not see any curses and symptoms of the other party, but instinctively thought of treating the other party.

But at this time, a loud shout came from the distance: "Get out of here, the young city owner won't give in!"

Hearing this sound, the pedestrian immediately stepped aside for fear of being a step late. Obviously, he did not dare to provoke the young city owner. After a while, I saw a team of people coming, and several powerful men opened the way. Later, they followed a henchman who was flattering and flattering a young man.

It is seven feet tall, in a gold-patterned brocade coat, a silver edge floating, a beaded jade belt around the waist, a dragon ring pendant, a face with light makeup powder decoration, a phoenix narrow eyes, a picky at the corners of its mouth, exuding an evil temperament, playing with two fire red beads in his hand, and the oblique eight characters approach proudly.