Three white figures of flowers rushed across the street in anger and sha, and the old man surnad Song followed closely with his face. This funny scene, even many years later, was lost in the city of Guyang. People talk about it.
There was Mu Yin guarding in the family, Xiao Yang was obviously relieved, after all arrangents were made, he took advantage of the night to sit on Yu Bingdies wide back, blasted off into the air, and then headed towards the direction of Snow Wind City. , Flying by.
The distant mountains and the earth are covered with white like crane feathers, looking from the sky, it is like a sea with silver waves.
"call!"
The cold wind blew his face, Xiao Yang's black hair was a little ssy, and his eyes narrowed, while Chi Yan was hiding inside Xiao Yang's clothes, revealing only a small fluffy head, looking at it with high interest. All around.
With his eyes flickering, Xiao Yang suddenly puffed his chest, and a loud shout suddenly resounded, spreading in all directions under the envelope of spiritual power.
"Snowstorm, Xiao Yang, here cos!"
Standing up with excitent, Xiao Yang stood on Yu Bingdie's back, with a shallow arc hanging from the corner of his mouth. He always maintained a strong sense of anticipation for this Xueyue Empire's most prosperous city.
Here, perhaps it will be a huge turning point in his life.
"Goodbye, Guyangcheng."
Turning his head slightly, Xiao Yang looked at the town that was like a black spot, his face a little lancholy, and he didn't know how long he would return to this small city that had been living for so long.
"call!"
Chi Yan, with his claws resting on Xiao Yang's collar, raised his head and exhaled playfully. For a mont, the white air mixed with faint snowflakes blew up, making the latter's neck slightly itchy. .
"Don't make trouble."
Sitting down, Xiao Yang rubbed Chi Yan's head dumbfounded, and imdiately took out the empty boundary stone of the old man surnad Song with great interest. As for the imprint of spiritual power on it, it didn't take much effort to force it. Break open.
"First-grade pill, dark-attribute spirit crystal, high-level general division-level spirit demon puppet..."
As the spiritual sense swept through it, Xiao Yang murmured. After a while, his eyes suddenly beca brighter: "This is... wood attribute spirituality?"
The joyful voice sounded, and a book glowing with light green fluorescence appeared in Xiao Yang's hand, and a faint wave of fluctuations radiated from it.
"Alien magic grass."
Xiao Yang's gaze floated quickly from the book, and a wave of joy also welled up in his heart.
The strange magic grass, the wood attribute spirit technique, can use spiritual power to condense a pitch-black magic grass in a short period of ti, disrupt the vision of the opponent's spirit beast, and take advantage of it to complete a rapid blow.
With a chuckle, the strange magical grass spirit book in Xiao Yang's palm suddenly turned into countless small bright spots, which fell into his mind.
Although there is a spiritual technique called Teng Zang in his empty stone, but he does not intend to practice it. After all, the Vine Tangle displayed with his spiritual power is undoubtedly inferior to the vines of the empty Lingluo. Too much, and the spiritual power consud is far greater than the latter.
For this tasteless spiritual technique, Xiao Yang has always abandoned it like a shoe.
As for the effect of this strange magic weed, it obviously suits his appetite, no matter which spirit beast it cooperates with, it will definitely achieve unexpected results.
Therefore, in the next few days, apart from finding a cave to rest at night, Xiao Yang spent the rest of the ti practicing this strange magic grass spirit technique on the back of Yu Bingdie.
Compared with the painful cultivation process of the collapse of the rock palm, this strange magic grass spirit technique is undoubtedly too gentle, but the degree of difficulty is far better than the forr, so that after three days, Xiao Yang can only condense his feet. A lot of pitch black magic grass.
"Fortunately, I'm on the road, otherwise I really don't have ti to practice new spiritual arts."
Sitting on Yu Bingdie's back, Xiao Yang bit an orange-red spirit fruit and looked helplessly into the distance. After a while, a faint smile of joy suddenly lifted at the corner of his mouth.
In the distance, a huge gate that can be called a majestic tower stands majestic, densely crowded with figures, surging like ants in it, even if it is far away, the lively noise can be faintly heard.
Snow City, here it is!
"Wow!"
Like a light blue strear, the Yubing Butterfly plumted, and imdiately the wings closed slightly. Xiao Yang and Chi Yan imdiately slid down from its back and landed firmly on the ground.
Several silhouettes passed by Xiao Yang, they glanced at Xiao Yang in surprise, then withdrew their gazes and continued on.
Every day, there are countless spiritual masters coming and going in and out of Snowstorm City, but no matter how powerful the spiritualists are, they dare not fly over Snowstorm City, because that would be considered a provocation to the royal family and they would dare to do so. People will be ruthlessly attacked by the city army without exception.
"So strong."
With pitch-black eyes scanning the surroundings, Xiao Yang's heart was slightly shaken. Most of the people who walked by his side had the power of a spiritualist, and only a few people were in the spiritualist stage.
The rare spiritual master in Guyang City, here, is obviously a crowd of people walking on the street, even when he just walked out not far, he saw a fourth-order spiritual master.
As for the strong Lingpan, he didn't see one ~~ after all, he would not easily show up in Windy Snow City or even the surroundings.
"Speaking of which, apart from a few people from the Emperor Jue Sect, I have never seen a strongman in the empire."
Xiao Yang looked up at the gate of the city, the three words domineering Snowstorm, with a faint smile on his face, hoping that life in this prosperous ancient city would not be so boring.
"stop!"
Just as Xiao Yang was about to step into the city gate, a soldier suddenly raised his spear and stopped him with a cold expression on his face.
"What?" Xiao Yang's heart moved. This wouldn't be a mber of the Bai family. Could it be that his appearance had already been spread in the Snow City?
"People who enter for the first ti need to be checked."
The soldier walked over without expression, and imdiately opened his palms. In his palm, there was a beetle that was as dark as ink. The beetle stared at Xiao Yang's black eyes. The thin wings on the back suddenly spread out. Between the thin wings, there was actually a clear round mirror.
"What is this?" Xiao Yang asked curiously at the beetle.
"Golden Spirit Worm, you can sll a strange aura."
The soldier's tone was still indifferent: "From now on, your appearance will be recorded. If you make trouble in the city, you will be labeled as unwelco. If you have too many tis, you will never step into your life."
Hearing the soldier's explanation, Xiao Yang was a little embarrassed. He was really too sensitive, and yes, although the Bai family was very powerful, in this snowstorm city, he couldn't cover the sky with one hand. Perhaps, even if he has arrived now, he No one knows.
"Hey, I take myself too seriously."
The corners of his mouth were drawn angrily, Xiao Yang stepped into the snowy city. Facing the snow in the sun, he looked around at the lively crowd, and smiled slightly.
From now on, let see the splendor of this prosperous ancient city.
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