There were sighs and applause in an instant. Because people could not tell that Beichen Yingxue secretly saved Hei Shaotou, and they thought that the young man in white was magnanimous, otherwise he would have frozen into an ice sculpture.

He is so kind and polite as he can, and he is as proud as a young man from a big family who has seen the world, and admires him.

Beichen Yingxue folded her fists and replied: "You are welcome, you are a guest, you should."

Wow, this is such a big statement, as if he had just given up the young master in white, and he was really a guy who could use a straw as a crutch.

The tribesmen were talking a lot.

Beichen Yingxue: "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is the day for family reunion. I wonder why the noble young master ran to this remote place alone so early?"

The young master in white did not answer directly, but he also came to his ear like an acquaintance and whispered: "Your 'cloud push' move just now is really good. Not only did you pinch the position of the 'Ice Soul Orifice', but you were also quick and accurate. If I remember correctly, the 'Ice Soul Orifice' is a moving acupoint, not fixed in a certain place. I wonder how you grasped it?"

This is so gentle, like a woman. This is Beichen Yingxue’s first impression of him, but the other party is so polite, he can’t be rough and rude. A smile and a clasp his fists are considered an answer.

Indeed, Ice Soul Orifice was the one that Beichen Yingxue had the right to read after the abbot's special permission from him.

It is said that it was a wonderful book written by a Taoist real man from Shanye, a thousand years ago. There are very few people in the world who know it, but even if you know it, it is difficult to grasp and discover the point of this acupoint, because it is really moving.

Move, move with the movement of the aura.

How could he pinch such a strange acupoint? The magic skill he had just been promoted is a dream.

Haha, flattery, what a flattery. Beichen Yingxue laughed in her heart.

...

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have perfected the use of the mosquito clone. Now you can sense the changes in the surrounding aura with your eyes closed, let alone the cold and cold air."

Oh, this explanation is a bit too detailed. You can't be jealous too, right?

Yes, just now he used the perception of the mosquito clone and instantly felt that it was different in front of him.

I only felt that two intense airflows were fighting and competing in Black Shootou's body. One was about to rush into Black Shootou's body. It was the cold air, and the other was about to drive the cold air out of the body. It was the spiritual energy of Black Shootou's Dantian.

Two forces collided, one cold and the other hot.

Impact, competition. The black chopped head was eventually soaked by the cold energy because of its low technique and its spiritual energy. It became an ice man.

Wow, one hand turned to the black chopped head elbow joint, and a massage - cloud pusher, instantly hit the stalemate point where the two forces hedge against each other.

The stalemate is the Ice Soul Orifice. When the accidental attack is made, the cold air is quickly cut off.

It was a coincidence, even if there was a cloud pusher, it would be useless without the perception of the mosquito clone.

I laughed, sneered, snickered, I was so proud that I looked at me with admiration.

...

Ask the system - how to get that pen, a pen with full soul power?

The system was in a dilemma for a long time and thought for a long time, and said, the only way was - there was no way.

That, host, didn’t you say he is soft-hearted and use his soft-hearted to strike, why are you cowardly now?

OK, let’s not talk about it, your dog system.

Seeing that he was unhappy with a tiger face, the system seemed to be afraid of him, saying, maybe he could try it with a curse..., cough, cough.

Cough, are your throat stuck? Beichen Yingxue is not angry.

Curse? Curse! Let him curse. The more curses, the stronger the incense will be, and there will be a solution in the end. Maybe a miracle will happen. This is a systematic plan.

Miracle, what miracle? Beichen Yingxue asked.

The system said: I don’t know either, I mean maybe, maybe you don’t understand.

OK. Beichen Yingxue was too lazy to talk to the dog system. Suddenly, an idea rose in his heart.

One, slap the face, and the more you hit the young man in white, the stronger the curse; Two, snatch the pen, snatch the pen with full soul power, maybe that pen is a treasure, and one stroke draws the country.

...

Seeing Beichen Yingxue not speaking for a long time, the young man in white was indignant: Isn’t it just a disabled person? If you praise you a few words, the butterflies will fly around you?!

What if you are not disabled? The students of the Immortal Cultivation Academy are at most just in the Immortal Condensation Stage. The Immortal Condensation Stage, the lowest level of Immortal, is there any question.

He couldn't vomit quickly, and he said coldly: "Isn't it just that I have grasped the 'Ice Soul Orifice'? In my family, three-year-old children can do it."

Wow, Zhang Kuang, Zhang Kuang, Beichen Yingxue only felt harsh.

He wanted to speak but stopped, and the previous slightest likes of this young man in white suddenly disappeared.

What can we say? What can we say? Two people from different worlds and people from different classes have what can we say.

Maybe what they are talking about is the truth. Their family may be very large and very strong, incredibly powerful, so powerful that even this Ice Soul Orifice is considered a slag.

Ice Soul Orifice, perhaps, is really nothing to the big family.

The world is big, and I know very little.

Beichen Yingxue pretended to be deaf and continued to sell his grass, "Sold it cheaply, fresh grass."

This time, he felt that he shouted naturally and comfortably, and no longer had shyness and pretentiousness. As soon as he opened his mouth, he shouted naturally, "I'm selling grass, what a fresh grass."

...

Hei Shaotou stood behind Beichen Yingxue again, but this time it was very different from the mood he had stood before. There was no threat, no contempt, only admiration.

Silently, stand behind him, stand guard for him, and be honored.

Beichen Yingxue was still shouting, but no one dared to buy his grass, who would dare to cause trouble?

In depressed, the white paper fan reached in front of him again, pointed at his grass and said, "No need to sell it, I will buy all of this grass."

When he is sick, Beichen Yingxue's first reaction was that he is sick.

"You are a foreigner, why don't you buy this? You won't sell it."

"What do you care about me? Isn't it just a Dragon Boat Festival grass? Isn't it just using this thing to insert it into the doors and windows? I bought it all."

"If you don't sell it, your family is not here, and buying it is useless. This is not your intention."

"What's my intention?"

"Your intention is to have pity on me, to give me mercy on me, and to give me money, I don't need it."

"Why do I pity you? Why do I give you money? I just want to buy grass. You are thinking too much."

"Oh, is that so, where do you buy straw inserts?"

"I can fuck anywhere. If I don't, I can just give it to someone."

"I'm sorry, I won't sell it."

"Haha, stubborn."

The young man in white was so angry that he was embarrassed.

After being embarrassed, I became more determined, "I really want to buy it. To be honest, I didn't mean to help you pity you."

Beichen Yingxue kept silent, and he thought of the fishing hook.

Fishing, fishing big fish.

...

The young master in white pointed to the city tower in front of the square, "I want to use it and insert it on that city tower."

City Tower? Vigor Tower, which is the clan land of Beichen Castle.

There is a martial arts field in the building, and there is an underground palace downstairs, and there is a spirit locking array in the underground palace.

The spirit lock formation is a powerful qi vein formed by the centripetal force, faith incense and fire power of thousands of Beichen people. These qi veins are intertwined in the sky above the mighty building through the spirit lock formation, forming a majestic soul energy - the clan soul.

Clan soul! The protective vein of the hometown that every big family must gather.

Looking around, the city tower was filled with soul and auspicious clouds were flying.

In the auspicious clouds, countless long lines of qi and veins intertwined in the air, forming a huge net, like a giant hand in the sky strangling the city tower to protect the city, making Beichen Fort solid.

The strong obsession of uniting and jointly protecting the hometown has created the resolute clan soul of Beichen Fort.

The clan soul resists the invasion of foreign tribes and resists the siege of foreign forces.

To the west is the powerful Tubo country, with fire dragons and monsters, as well as snow giants and slave warriors from Kunlun Mountain; to the north are the remnants of Turkic troops, which are like wolves and tigers. Although the Turks have been defeated by the fierce army of the Tang Dynasty, the remnants are still entrenched in the deserts in the north and the vast grasslands in the north.

Two major foreign forces have been looking forward to Liangzhou, the throat fortress that penetrated into the hinterland like a needle, connecting the Western Regions and the Tang Dynasty, and are eyeing them covetously, often siege the whole country, while Jubao Town, as a frontier fortress, is the first to be hit.

Beichen Fort, Nangong Village, Murongtun, these Iron Triangle Villages built on the mountain with a font shape are all bridgeheads to resist foreign invasions.

The grain is accumulated and the wall is built with high levels, and the killer is the soul of this clan.

The clan soul united as one, borrowing a corner of the Tang Dynasty's soul and building a unique flag.

It turns out that this is a world of incense and a world of faith. If thousands of people admire it, it is God. If one day becomes saint, it is the power of faith.

A clan has a clan soul, a state has a state soul, a military soul, and even a poem has a poetic soul, and a painting has a painting soul...

Haven't you seen that the poet Li Bai became a saint in one day, and that popular poem is based on that popular poem.

Poetry, war poem.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

A song "The Legend of the Warriors" made Li Bai "the title of literature". From then on, he became famous in one corner with the "imperial spirit" and was recognized by the whole world.

This is the supreme realm of faith, the supreme.
Chapter completed!