Painting soul master of another world

Ye Yunhan always thought that his master would bring him to meet the head of the sect, but unexpectedly, he took him directly to a mountain peak with a barrier.

"This is the Hufeng Barrier of Qingquan Peak. You can't get in without certain conditions, so you take this token first." Ling Yun said, and gave Ye Yunhan a token, with an expression on his face. A little calm.

Ye Yunhan stared at the sign that Ling Yunjun handed over. The sign was crystal clear and looked extraordinarily beautiful in the sun, like ice. He reached out to take it, and the cool temperature in his hand made him quickly know this. What material is it made of? It should be a rare cold iron! !

Ye Yunhan is not without this cold iron. It can be said that there are many such things in his space, but they are collected in the big world, but in this middle world, Han Tie may not be able to see many of them. Now, he My master would actually use such a precious thing to make a brand.

But even so, Ye Yunhan remained silent, he just quietly put away the signboard, of course, on the surface he put the signboard in his pocket, but in fact he put the signboard directly in the space.

Ling Yun glanced at it casually, without saying anything, then he walked towards the barrier in front of him, Ye Yunhan followed, and as soon as he entered the barrier, Ye Yunhan found that the temperature here was very low, obviously it was heated outside. summer, but the moment you enter Qingquan Peak, it directly turns into winter.

"Master, is this Qingquan Peak always like this?" Ye Yunhan looked at the thousands of miles of snow in Qingquan Peak, and didn't realize that he had spoken the words directly. It was the first time he saw Such a snow scene is rarely seen in the big world.

"My lord is a mutated ice-attribute heavenly spirit root. This clear spring peak was created by me. It is affected by my power, and it is like this all year round." Ling Yun opened his mouth, and the wind came from an unknown direction. The blow made Lord Lingyun's sleeves flutter wantonly. Ye Yunhan looked at Lord Lingyun standing in the wind. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to know whether the snow on Qingquan Peak was more lonely, or the owner here was more lonely. For loneliness.

"Master..." In a trance, Ye Yunhan murmured, but under the influence of the wind, the murmur turned into a silent whisper.

Before they knew it, the two of them came to a grand hall. Ye Yunhan raised his head, and he saw an even colder place, which was the palace in front of him. It was obviously so magnificent, but... but it was lonely everywhere. , Ye Yunhan swept his consciousness, and then directly took a look at the whole palace. The place was actually empty, except for their master and apprentice, there was nothing.

"Master, are we the only ones here?" How could Ye Yunhan not believe that this Qingquan Peak didn't even have a handyman.

"I have never accepted an apprentice. You are my only disciple." This is not only an explanation, but also a promise. Ling Yun told Ye Yunhan clearly that he has only one apprentice in this life. If he said to accept closed-door disciples, then he would no longer accept disciples from now on.

While the two were talking, Ye Yunhan and the others had already entered the palace, just as Ye Yunhan thought, this palace was really extremely cold.