Vol 3 Chapter 1922: Smile

Renting a yard in Beicheng District, Xiao Chen lived so casually.
I began to cultivate the "Ice Feather".
This is the best practice in the middle of the earth. It is difficult to obtain such a rare practice.
There are a total of six weights. If it is an amazing generation, it is said that it can be six in one, and comprehend the hidden seventh of the ice feather god.
In the house cultivation room, Xiao Chen took out the Zhongpin Lingyu, and one piece was placed in the cluster of spiritual circles in the cultivation.
After being filled up, sitting cross-legged in the futon in the eyes, slowly running the ice feathers according to the route of the heart.
Close your eyes, pinch your hands, sometimes staggered, and sometimes stack up and down, placed in the Dantian position.
With the little mobilization of the ice feathers, the aura of heaven and earth gathered in the array method quickly infiltrated into the body of Xiao Chen, and in the meridians, the cycle continued.
In the center of Dantian, there was only a purple cyclone.
But when the ice feathers are running for a small Sunday, countless pure auras, like white feathers, fall like snow.
In addition to the purple cyclone, another small white cyclone is formed.
From now on, we must formally practice the practice of ice and ice, and embark on the road of ice and thunder.
The original will of the ice in the body, along with the heart of the ice feather gods, was a little bit together.
Xiao Chen, who has never practiced the ice-cold attribute exercises, has cultivated this ice-feeling god, but it is progressing quite fast.
"call……"
Open your eyes, Xiao Chen spit out a sigh of gas, look at it.
The cultivation room has been covered with frost, and the sparsely snowflake has slowly fallen.
Snowflakes fell on the white coat, adding a bit of wind, like the winter Hanmei, standing proudly in the snow.
Its hair is full of hair, and a little more white hair is the change after the first successful cultivation.
"For a long time, the first cultivation will be successful. It should be the will of the ice, and it will be so fast."
Xiao Chen is quite satisfied with his progress in cultivation, but he is also very calm.
Being able to cultivate so quickly is mainly based on the foundation. More importantly, it has only just begun, but the ice feather is the first priority.
Long March, just getting started.
Hey!
Outside the house, there was an unusual atmosphere that was coming quickly.
Xiao Chen’s brow was picking up, and his mouth showed a smile:
It’s finally coming, let me see who you are.

It is not worthwhile to say that the comer must be for the so-called ancient dragon totem, and the inheritance of the virtual god.
He has not concealed his whereabouts, and anyone can find him if he has the heart.
The most important thing is that his whereabouts were originally deliberately leaked out.
With a flash of body shape, Xiao Chen flew out of the cultivation room and landed on the roof of his own courtyard.
Looking at the courtyard, Huang Puqi took Xue Xuegong disciples, as well as Ma Lao and Liu Lao, and so on.
The murderous rushed over.
Hey!
Huang Puqi’s big feet, the courtyard door was smashed into powder, and a group of people rushed in unscrupulously.
Looking up, just saw the top of the roof, a white coat, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and Xiao Chen holding a knife.
Junxiu's face is dotted with a few white hairs, and Xiao Chen on the roof is like a flower, independent cold wind, clear and beautiful winter snow Hanmei.
Huang Puqi took a brief sigh and then smiled: "Xiao Chen, it seems that you have already expected that my Emperor Puqi will come. You are a disciple of the four-class sect, actually..."
"More to say no benefit, Longyan City, do not talk about the Zongmen, regardless of origin, strength for the respect, the winner of the prince defeated. I am better than the knife in my hand, everything, what you want, I will give you all."
The two-wheel circle appeared behind Xiao Chen, and the war was burning. His momentum reached the peak in an instant.
Huang Puqi was one of the plugs, and he did not expect that Xiao Chen would be so direct.
"Brother, don't be polite with him, let's go together. He has a big encounter, and he can't escape death. Why bother?"
The disciple of Xuejian Palace, stepping forward, said in the ear of Emperor Puqi, whispered.
"Yeah, Emperor Pu's brother. Anyway, he is also a disciple of a four-class sect. It is better than your status."
Alongside, Ma Lao, looked at Xiao Chen with a vicious look, said Shen Sheng.
Huang Puqi’s heart is in a fire, and he angered:
Do you think that my Emperor Puqi must not be his opponent? I am a disciple of Xuejiangong, the early cultivation of Xingjun, and the need for a disciple of the last four sects. Do you help?"
With a gaze, Emperor Puqi said: "As long as you don't use the skill of the day, I am a puppet, why not fight with you."
The disciple of Wupin Zongmen, naturally, will have arrogance in his heart. From beginning to end, he did not regard Xiao Chen as an opponent.
When he was forced to leave on the same day, he was always worried and thought that Xiao Chen used the technique of the side door.
There was a fire in my heart, and now Xiao Chen is going to fight alone.
Just what he wants!
Xiao Chen whispered: "You can rest assured that the skills of the day, harsh conditions, costly, and fight with you, I will never use."
"Then go to hell."
Emperor Puqi was murderous, a step, and rushed to the past.
call out!
Snow flies in the sky, endless cold spread, the entire house, in an instant filled with frost, turned into an ice palace.
The moment the sword is unsheathed, the infinite sword light shines out.
Blending with the sky and the snow, the figure of Huang Puqi disappeared.
"wonderful!"
A lot of secret masters of Longyan City, as well as disciples of Xuejian Palace, won the sword of Emperor Puqi, can not help but say.
"The Emperor Puqi is not the true disciple of the Xuejian Palace. The fusion of the kendo and the ice and snow. Many old predecessors have nothing to do."
"It’s wonderful, a sword comes out, and the snow melts with the sword. This sky is full of snow, whether it’s Jianguang or Feishui, it’s really fake. It’s really unpredictable.

"It is said that the founder of the Xuejian Palace is to realize the snowflake sword from the heavy snow, thus creating the Wupin Zongmen Xuejian Palace. The deep practice and martial arts of the Xuejian Palace are both the birth and the snowflake sword. Oddly, it is indeed a mystery that is admirable."
On the roof, watching the morning of the snow, Xiao Chen, you can see the beauty.
I have to say that the sword of Emperor Puqi is indeed a bright spot.
It is not only repaired, but also has a deep knowledge of the ice and snow road and the kendo, which is worth learning.
Snowflakes fly, dreams are generally light, jade is generally jade, crystal is generally clear, and like the sea, undulating, undercurrent.
This is the true strength of Huang Puqi, but also always look at himself and look down on Xiao Chen's confidence.
How to break the trick?
Is it necessary to find the true body of Emperor Puqi in this blizzard, and see Jianguang and Snowflake?
It’s like this, then it’s up to Emperor Puqi’s, and after a move, Xiao Chen will lose.
When the spring snow is coming, the touch is like a flower; I don’t know the tree in the garden, which is the real plum?
Where is the snow, where is the Jianguang; at first glance, it is a murder!
But why should I go see...
The flowers will be thanked, the snow will be turned, and there is no eternal thing in the world.
But if I have nothing but my heart, I will jump out of the dust, true and false, only between me.
I wish to be true, the flowers will open, and I will never die.
I wish to be a fake, the snow will fly, and it will last forever.
The garden is full of snow and the thoughts are flying.
Between the thoughts, Xiao Chen received a lot of sentiments from Huang Puqi’s move.
Invisible, Moye broke the knife of the heart, and further, how to break this trick, but also has a bottom.
The heart of the Moyer's knife is running in the body, but Xiao Chen does not have a knife, only the true meaning of the heart.
Gently stretch out a finger, the white cyclone at Dantian, spinning wildly.
The true element of the whole body of the ice is tilted out, and it is lightly pointed on the snow.
Full of snow, suddenly a meal.
Each piece of snow blooms in the air, with one flap and two petals and three petals... forming a seven-petal white flower.
The sky is full of snow, and in a flash, all condense into flowers.
The courtyard, snowflake, house, and white knives form a poetic picture.
Huang Puqi, who has been integrated with Fei Xue, has been squeezed out and created his own artistic conception.
Looking up, binocular vision, I saw Xiao Chen, independent eaves, laughing and laughing.
Frightened Huang Puqi was shocked and mad.