Hello, Yan Chaobai

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Pure Yang.light snow.

The red shadow flashed past the top of Lunjian Peak, and Yan Chaobai fell silently, without disturbing the snowflakes between the sky and the earth.

He has already practiced this style.

He passed Taiji Square but didn't stay for too long, just because he saw the snow-like white clothes, he felt manic, wishing to fight and turn the world upside down, and dye the white into other colors.

While thinking about it like this, blood energy and ice-blue sword energy surged out of his body at the same time, which looked really strange.

Then there was only a "click" sound, but the body couldn't control the boiling inner strength, and even a piece of the roof tile under his feet was crushed.

Seeing that he was going to attract unnecessary attention, Yan Chaobai had no choice but to fly away from there and arrive at Lunjian Peak.

Outside Lunjianfeng Peak is a cliff of ten thousand zhang. On a huge boulder protruding into the cliff, the young man sat cross-legged, twisting the Mountain Kungfu with one hand and pinching the Zixia Kungfu with the other. Suppressed the evil spirit that had accumulated in the body for a long time.

When Yan Chaobai opened his eyes again, there was already a calmness in his eyes: "Then, let me see if everything originated from here."

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In the beginning of spring in March, Yanmen in Beisai is still a world of ice and snow.

Potu Shichiro wrapped his clothes tightly, and his shallow footprints stretched all the way in the snow, which was soon covered by freshly fallen snowflakes.

He finally reached the edge of the lake, Yingxue Lake.

The water is shimmering, the waves are ups and downs, and the endless blue sky and white clouds are sprinkled on the long lake, holding a scoop of endless pure white snow.

"Master." When he saw the people by the lake, Potu Qilang slightly corrected his expression, and said respectfully.

"He said it's beautiful here, why can't I feel it." The man by the lake said directly, his voice still had the clarity of a teenager, and the rest turned into a hollow and deep voice.

"Qichiro doesn't know." Potu Shichiro replied.He doesn't know.

"Forget it." The man turned slightly sideways, revealing half of his pale face.

This face is as white as snow, if it weren't for the obsidian-like eyes, it might be no different from a ghost.

"What are you here for?"

"I haven't seen Master for many years, and I miss you very much." Potu Qilang raised his hand and pointed to the sky as he said, "Master, really don't want to go out and have a look, this world is now."

"I don't want to." The man looked calm, turned back to look at a pool of clear water, and said lightly.

He stood like this, as if the air in the whole world was quiet, and the loneliness from the heart was painted heavily, and it was heavily pressed on Poto Shichiro.

"Master left without saying goodbye back then, even now, don't you want to walk with me again?" Potu Qilang said.

"You have her, and you have other masters, they can all replace me."

"..." Potu Qilang was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, the laughter shook so loudly that the snow fell from the tree.

"Can people replace each other?" He who had been calm all this time suddenly roared sharply, "Do you dare to say this sentence again in front of Bai Hao?"

Cang Yun was shocked suddenly!

He didn't dare, because it was too much against his will.