Chapter 321 Snow

In the next few days, Han Feng and the people of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy gathered happily. At this time, a piece of news came from the Green Snake Gang, which made him understand why Bailian taught the people to give up the pursuit of him Mingli.

In the past few days, Wuyun City has been under martial law, and it is said that foreign envoys will come to the capital. In order to maintain the face of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, the court used light and hidden power. It put pressure on the gangs operating in the capital. The city fox rats in the capital have disappeared in the past few days. Don't dare to touch the mold...

Han Feng knew in his heart that there were inextricable links between the various forces of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, whether in the DPRK or in the wild. There are even secret communication channels, which are all unknown secrets...

A mysterious suburb of Wuyun City.

The clouds are thick and full of infinite mysteries. The green pine hangs upside down, and the blue stone is covered. All kinds of strange birds make crisp calls... A picturesque scene.

The two are sitting on the dark yellow futon. In the middle, he is a middle-aged man with a purple face. There is also a middle-aged man sitting next to him. Although he closes his eyes, he is as rich as jade and has a sense of dust...

A gentle sigh came from the middle-aged population who was as romantic as a son of God. His eyes also gradually opened... If Han Feng is here, he will definitely recognize that the person in front of him is not someone else, but the wind god who has a relationship.

"QI and blood are irritable and uneasy. Xiaofeng, you have regressed today..."

A wry smile appeared on Fengshen Fengshen's face, "Thank you for your teaching. My disciples' thoughts are restless, which affects meditation..."

"If there is anything, just say it, and there will be less entanglement."

Fengshen answered "yes". Then he said, "The disciple's thoughts are restless for a person."

"Oh, but the baby with the axe?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes. Although his face was ruddy, he seemed to be able to see through the void and time in front of him. The sound is like the ancient temple bell from the depths of the mountains...

"The man from the prison of ten thousand swords appeared."

A sentence for no reason came from the mouth of Fengshen. The national teacher was slightly silent and said slowly, "It seems that the old guy can't stand loneliness..."

Fengshen said, "Master, you have said that the dragon spirit of the world has fallen, which will cause turmoil in the mountains and rivers, and the world will be uneasy. It seems that the other party also feels something..."

The national teacher said, "It's strange that I don't feel anything. These ten feet of soft red are originally the place that the old man envies... Um, be quiet and think... I'm afraid the other old monsters can't stand it..."

Fengshen pondered slightly and then said, "The other party has already made an action."

"Oh?" The deep eyes of the national teacher cast a look of inquiry.

"They found the boy named Han Feng."

The national teacher said softly and asked, "Did you agree?"

"Rejected."

"The other party's conditions are not enough?"

"Extremely generous."

"Oh," the national teacher spoke softly and said no. His eyes closed slightly. Fengshen did not dare to disturb, knowing that the almost omniscient old man in front of him fell into meditation.

For a long time, the national teacher sounded like a bell and drum.

"It seems that we need to hurry up."

Fengshen saluted slightly and said in a low voice, "Yes, disciples should speed up the handling."

......

There is no fragrance in the middle, and the arrival of a person makes Han Feng a little surprised...

The person who came is not someone else, but it is the wind god who had a relationship in the Qingyang Forbidden Palace. He is still that kind of unruly image. It seems that nothing has changed. Han Feng said, "Brother Fengshen, your demeanor is still the same, which makes Han Feng envious."

Fengshen smiled and said, "Although I know that you are flattering, I like to listen to it, so I can say a few more words." The other party broke his words, and Han Feng didn't blush and couldn't breathe. "Brother Fengshen, what you said is wrong. I have always told the truth. When did you tell a lie..." After listening to his defense, the other party laughed, "I said that my brother's face is thicker than the city wall, but I didn't expect you to be blue and better than blue... Haha...

The laughter fell, and Fengshen became serious and said, "Follow me?"

"What can't you say here?" Han Feng asked, the mystery of the other party is not like a master entering the virtual world.

"Ha, there is someone who wants to see you."

"See me?" Han Feng pointed to his nose and was a little strange. Looking at the other party's appearance, the person he said should be a great person, but how could he see himself...

"Yes, I just want to see you." The old god of wind was intensifying his tone on the ground, and suddenly reached out to hold his arm and turned around and ran out...

Han Feng wanted to get rid of the other party's control, but no matter what, the other party's arm was like a snake, firmly entangling his arm. His footsteps unconsciously followed the lay in the opposite direction...

The wind god's footsteps are confusing, and a body is like a real gust of wind, flying forward in mid-air. Han Feng has always been arrogant. Only now did he know that there are people outside, and there is a sky outside...

There are many people coming and going on the street. But in people's eyes, they could only see a hazy fog floating through the eaves and mid-air, and then disappeared in an instant...

In a flash, the two had already left Yuguifang Street, and then continued to fly forward. In an instant, they came to the gate of the West City, and the two jumped from the gate tower. Ride the wind and continue to float forward...

Ten thousand mountains are green, and there are several clusters of mangroves.

This is a cloudy peak. There are no people around, only the woodcutter's songs come with the wind...

Han Feng sighed in his heart, a good place. The aura of heaven and earth is unique to this place. I claimed to have walked all over the famous mountains and rivers, but I didn't know that there was such a good place near Wuyun City...

The footsteps of the wind god fell, and the two began to walk on the quiet green mountain path.

When I walked several miles, I suddenly heard the sound of water and the sound of jade beads ringing. Fengshen kept walking and turned a mossy peak. Han Feng suddenly found a thin waterfall falling from a peak dozens of feet away. The green vines are hidden on the waterfall, and the green water seems to grow from the dense vines...

The water curtain fell into a small pool, which was green and clear but bottomless. Han Feng felt an indescribable comfort straight into his chest. Feeling relaxed and happy, shocked in my heart, what a strong aura. This place is really a beautiful place...

Obsessed with the landscape, I couldn't help slowing down. In a moment, the ethereal figure of Fengshen has turned over the foot of the mountain... Han Feng accelerated his pace and chased away. A winding stream appeared at the corner of the mountain, and there are countless smooth pebbles in the clear water... Looking down the stream, Han Feng couldn't help but be shocked again.

This side of the peak is completely different from the front.

The suddenly bright valley is full of tall trees. Trees are all ancient trees, and the crown is directly in the sky, peneping into the deep sky, revealing a blue and transparent sky, and a touch of clouds, if not...

The flying eaves of the palace are hidden in the ancient woody jungle. The wind blew, and the sound of the wind spread away, and Han Feng suddenly felt a broad and lonely mood... There is even an inexplicable awe...

It seemed that an unknown string buzzed in his heart. Han Feng suddenly tightened his heart and locked the dragon order to warn him. Immediately, an extremely huge pressure spread all over his body, and he actually felt his blood flowing slowly...

"Roar."

The roar of Warcraft is like a dragon, and the whole valley roars. A snow-white figure came through the forest and rocks hundreds of feet away...

"hostility."

Han Feng's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a hostility coming to him. The most nervous thing is that the white shadow in the distance is winding, which is extremely fast and the pressure is extremely strong. Xing Tianjue, meditate in your heart. Han Fenghu's eyes flashed with cold light. He is ready to take on the opponent's thunderous offensive...

The white shadow came to the air above his head in an instant, and then roared and rushed to Han Feng. Han Feng could see that the white shadow was just a snow line, and the wind roared, and the killing intention brought by the Warcraft made people tremble and uneasy...

At this time, an angry cry sounded like thunder: "The evil beast is rampant."

Sound is a command. The white shadow in the air, as if struck by lightning, suddenly stopped its attack on Han Feng. Then, he stretched and shrank in the air, turned around and flew away. Han Feng didn't even see the other party's appearance clearly, but in a trance, he could see that it was a snow-white dragon, and the pressure between his teeth and claws was extremely strong... If it hadn't been for the angry shout just now, I'm afraid I would have been hurt by the other party's blow...

The snow line flew dozens of miles away in a moment and flew to the front of a palace. The curved figure stretched out in the air and flexibly fell on a towering ancient tree in front of the palace. The body is exposed, but it is a huge snow-white alien dragon, with strange long horns on its head and fine snow-colored scales on its body. Between its eyes are blood-red pupils, sharp and unusually sharp eagle claws, which are breathtaking...

"Roar..."

The sound of dragons in the distance lasted for a long time, echoing among the green trees, and then slowly turning into nothingness. In the sound of dragons, the wind of dragon breath blew from the forest. Ten thousand trees shook and the green leaves fell, just like a hail falling...

The figure of Fengshen appeared beside Han Feng and asked, "Are you all right?" Han Feng shook his head, and a gust of wind blew, and he was cold on his sweaty back. "In this beautiful place, there are also such evil monsters?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Fengshen's eyes, "This is not an evil warcraft, just a snow dragonfly guarding this place. I didn't expect to have such hostility towards you... However, the master has reprimanded it just now, and he dares not be rebellious..."

Han Feng said secretly in his heart, "Good boy, this snow dragon is the legendary second-level warcraft, with a quarter of the dragon's blood. It is the closest alien to the dragon clan. It has the power of clouds and rain, which is equivalent to the virtual realm of the practitioner. Although it is a hybrid alien, it is not what he can compete with now...

Without mentioning Han Feng's injustice, he followed the footsteps of the wind god and came to a huge palace...