My life of martial arts training

The three disciples set up three pots of gold, silver and jade and lit the life-saving fire. The flames rose, as if they were under the warm sun.

Shen Yuan looked at the half-open door and kicked it out.

Bang!

The door burst with a sound, and tiny wood chips shot out.

He stepped over the threshold and looked around the room with cold eyes. The darkness in the room did not affect his sight.

A beautiful figure was sitting in front of the dressing table. Her dark blue palm was holding a comb, combing her black, smelly hair one by one. Each time she combed, she could take off a large clump of hair, leaving a thick layer of hair on the ground, but her hair did not decrease.

At the same time, a creepy cry rang out in the room:

"Ah, if you don't think about me, you will be heartless.

I am heartless, but I am also worried about my tears.

The beauty picture is in Zhaoyang at night. Where can I support her? I will burn a high silver candle to illuminate her red makeup."

As if she noticed the movement, the woman's head slowly turned from the front to the back.

His facial features were completely covered by black hair.

A strong ghost charm came over him.

It was as if countless hands were tearing his hair, and this force was tightly attached to his scalp, as if he wanted to tear off his skull as well.

If it were anyone else, they would have been in excruciating pain and lost their ability to move.

"Calling you!"

"You sing so badly!"

Ripples appeared on the scorching sun shield, like waves, and the golden light was also dimming a little bit. More than 10,000 "armor value" was not something that a fierce-level alien could shake, not to mention that this fierce ghost was not the top one, plus it had 15% resistance, so this attack was just a drop in the bucket.

Shen Yuan stepped forward, opened his big hand, grabbed the alien's head, and tried to drag it out.

But a cold, iron-blue hand grabbed his hand, and the alien slowly raised his head, his hair spread to both sides, revealing a terrifying face.

The left half of his face was as white as jade, his cheeks were rosy, his eyes were bright and his teeth were white, while the right half was burnt black, his gums were exposed, and his eyes were filled with blood and tears.

"It's a pity that I have to leave you so much, you are so busy going back,

Is my heart on Li Lingtai first? I will think of you in my dreams when I turn around,

so don't mention how much you have forgotten me."

The wail continued, filling the room, and the force pulling the hair suddenly increased.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but tilt his head back, and he grabbed the palm on his wrist with his other hand, prying it apart a little bit, and the heat and cold intertwined together, making a 'chi chi' sound.

"Ghost thing, get out."

He picked up the White Walker and kicked it in the abdomen. The White Walker smashed the window, rolled to the ground, and turned upside down.

Shen Yuan stepped on the ground and rushed out of the house. The White Walker stood up in a weird way.

"Kill!"

A dazzling golden light burst out from his hand, and he slapped the White Walker's head fiercely.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the head of the White Walker was directly hit into the chest. Such injuries are not fatal to the immortal White Walkers. What really makes the White Walkers feel painful is the burning of the Yang Fire.

"Gulu."

The four masters and apprentices swallowed their saliva fiercely, their faces horrified, and said in shock: "So violent!"

Shen Yuan beat the White Walkers violently, making their blood boil and their faces flushed. They wished they could go up and give the White Walkers two punches.

But reason told them that they would die if they tried.

"Don't watch it, it feels like stirring oil."

Ping Shanzi's eyes were also extremely shocked, but at the same time he was a little confused, and muttered: "No, it's recorded in the books that Taoists and Yang warriors are evenly matched?"

But the current situation is simply crushing, and the White Walkers were beaten without any power to fight back.

"Okay." Li Dashan stirred the yellow ghost oil vigorously, and his veins popped up. At first, the yellow ghost oil could be stirred with just a little force, but when the oil temperature rose, it was more viscous than glue, and it took all his strength to stir it.

The yellow ghost oil exuded a strong strange fragrance, giving the four masters and apprentices a feeling of being in a golden mountain.

The figure of the white ghost was illusory for a while, but as a "strange fragrance" spread, the white ghost seemed to be attracted, turned around, and walked towards the oil pan.

"You are walking so slowly, let me help you." Shen Yuan's eyes flashed, grabbed the long black hair, and dragged the white ghost towards the oil pan.

The white ghost did not struggle, and was dragged like this until he came to the oil pan.

"Ghost thing, go in and take a good bath!" Shen Yuan grabbed the white ghost's head and pressed it into the oil pan.

Ghost oil does not affect people except for the high temperature. Although the oil temperature is very high, it is just like this for him who has been soaked in magma.

Wow!

Large bubbles rose from the oil pan, and as the bubbles collapsed.

A pair of dark blue arms took advantage of the large bubbles brought out by the hot oil to grab the edge of the oil pan and pull themselves out of the oil pan.

"Stop it!" Shen Yuan smiled faintly, grabbed his arms with his big hands, and pushed them back.

Li Dashan, who held the spatula high, suddenly froze in place. He didn't know whether to put it down or hold it up, and his face was embarrassed.

The hot oil splashed,

the struggle of the white walker became smaller and smaller until it was completely silent.

Shen Yuan pulled his hand out of the oil pan, intact, and laughed: "Great!"

For the first time, he felt that the white walker was so easy to deal with.

Beat him up, then throw him into the oil pan, and finally succeed.

"Master, collect the sauce quickly." Looking at Li Dashan who was stunned, Shen Yuan reminded him.

"Oh....oh." Li Dashan put down the spatula, and the corners of his mouth twitched. You thought you were cooking, but you still collected the sauce.

He quickly picked up the lid of the pot, covered it, chanted a spell, and the formation lowered its power to continue boiling the White Walkers.

With higher-level materials, it was successful after only ten breaths of boiling this time.

When the lid of the pot was opened, there was a palm-sized clay sculpture inside, which looked like a woman, wearing a white plain dress, and her long black hair covered her facial features.

The coldness dissipated, and the sun pierced through the darkness and sprinkled on everyone.

"Master, here." Shen Yuan handed over the clay sculpture. The source of chaos on the white walker had long been absorbed by him, and a total of 6000% was obtained, which was a good harvest.

"Okay." Li Dashan took the clay sculpture in a trance. Before coming, they had prepared for a desperate fight, but in the end...

It really came here to light a fire and did nothing.

He also had the same feeling as Shen Yuan, that is, it turned out that the white walker was so easy to deal with.

Pingshanzi didn't think so. It looked simple and rough, but it was difficult to do it in reality.

How to block the attacks of the White Walkers is a big problem. After all, not everyone is like the Sun Warrior, who has a scorching sun shield that is immune to negative effects. If he grabs it with his hands, the end will definitely be miserable.

Moreover, Shen Yuan's scorching sun shield is a bit too strong. It has withstood several attacks from the White Walkers and is still shining.

"Junior brother, prepare to open the temple." Pingshanzi patted Li Dashan on the shoulder and said.

"Okay." Li Dashan smiled. Although he came to light the fire, he would be happy as long as he could solve the White Walkers.