() Outside Yunzhou City, Qianya Peak, covered in silver, stands quietly in the icy world with its enchanting appearance, with the mountains at its foot serving as a backdrop.

"Brother Lang, lower your voice." Chen Lin suppressed his blush and looked back at Chu Lang and whispered.

Chu Lang also wanted to lower his voice, but he was already holding his breath and trying his best to hold it in.

"So big, so slippery, so firm." Chu Lang had never thought that he would have such an affair among this female outer sect disciple with more than 200 people.

"Brother Lang, throw away your stick. You're not here to cause trouble for Zhang Han and those guys. You don't need to bring a stick." Chen Lin lay in front of him and looked at the lively and fragrant body under the oil lamp.

body.

A long flat hole of more than ten square centimeters was mostly blocked by Chen Lin's pig-headed brain. At 1.7 meters tall, he actually weighed more than 160 kilograms, which shows how big his head is.

Chu Lang glared at him from behind. In such a passionate moment, it is inevitable that there will be physical contact. Although Chu Lang is used to seeing beauties, no, he is used to seeing beauties in various love action movies in his previous life. The passionate love actions of the island country

The film is the highlight of Chu Lang’s memories so far, and it stands to reason that he is immune to it.

It's just that the widow in the room who is bathing in fragrance is famous among the outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect for her figure. Moreover, Chu Lang is already a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old at this time. It can be said that he is like the morning sunshine and needs all kinds of things.

Only when you take a bath can you thrive.

"I didn't bring a stick." Chu Lang muttered to himself with his eyes blurred.

Chen Lin was lying in front, and Chu Lang had squeezed him against the wall. The two of them hugged each other, arching their bodies hard.

There was a strong fire in the room, a large wooden barrel was filled with steaming hot water, and some cold-loving flowers were floating on it. A strong fragrance spread in the room, and the room was steaming. A graceful woman with a graceful figure**

With their backs turned to the four eyes gliding around the small opening in the wall, it was freezing and snowy outside. Although both of them were warriors in the Spiritual Void Realm and were not afraid of the severe cold, they were afraid of the situation in the two realms of ice and fire.

Chu Lang felt the tent stretched high on his lower body and was full of expectations for a happy life in the future. It felt like he had taken a lot of Viagra. Even in the cold world and the heat in his body was unbearable, he was still strong and strong.

High-spirited.

Cao Xiong, who was passing by, had just returned from doing business in the villages and towns under the gate of Tianming Sword Sect. He saw two figures outside Xin Xin's room next door. During this period, peeping incidents often occurred in the residence of the outer sect disciples. Cao Xiong, besides his strong muscles,

The butcher's knife was swung sharply, but there was nothing honorable about it, especially since the girl at home pointed at the dick after a strenuous exercise last night. A feeling of resentment in my heart has not subsided to this day.

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"Why don't you show off now and catch the culprit? These two sneaky people are actually peeping here, damn it." Cao Xiong put down a basket on a pole, looked around, and picked up a basket from the roadside.

A two-meter-long bamboo pole gently approached the two people in the darkness.

Cao Xiong saw the figure in front of him clinging to the wall and rubbing back and forth, and the figure behind him seemed to be arching his buttocks all the time. Cao Xiong thought he was dazzled, but no, he was actually doing that in this place in the dark and dimly lit.

This thing really ruined the atmosphere of the outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect.

Cao Xiong couldn't help but shook his head and spat. His hand that clenched the bamboo pole tightened slightly, and the bamboo pole made a cracking sound when he exerted too much force.

The two of them, Chu Lang and Chu Lang, were looking at each other enthusiastically. They were already nervous and their hearts were raised high. Suddenly they heard a sound behind them. They turned around and looked, hiss, someone had discovered them.

Chu Lang patted Chen Lin's shoulder, who was still looking at it with gusto, and grabbed his collar and shouted: "Widow Xin, Fat Cao is here to peek at you taking a bath. I'll help you tell Aunt Mo and let her help you clean this up."

Old se ghost."

"Fat Caozi peeped at Widow Xin taking a bath. Fat Caozi peeped at Widow Xin taking a bath." Chen Lin was very familiar with Chu Lang and hurriedly cooperated with Chu Lang in shouting at the top of his voice. It seemed that they were not the first.

This is the first time I have done something like this, and it is not the first time I have been caught.

"Run." Chu Lang hurriedly pulled Chen Lin and ran towards the back mountain.

"Brother Lang, don't worry about what happened during the day. The worst is, I'll run away from him when I see him in the future." Chen Lin panted and sat on the snow, leaning against a tree.

"You don't need to take it to heart. Even if you didn't happen today, the hatred between Zhang Han and I wouldn't have subsided in a day or two." Chu Lang shook his head and said.

"Really, did you just...get angry..." Chen Lin looked at Chu Lang's private parts very obscenely.

"Go away, I'm still a virgin, okay? It's not like you vying for a seat against the wall every time you peek at someone else taking a bath. I don't know how many times you've put your little bastards on the wall." Chu Lang hit Chen Lin's weak spot and sneered.

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"..."

On the outskirts of the Tianming Sword Sect, there is a quiet courtyard under a thousand-year-old tree.

Lin Rongfu sat cross-legged on the stone slab under the ancient tree and watched Chu Lang packing his simple luggage, knowing that he was going to the back mountain to practice martial arts again.

The so-called luggage on Chu Lang's body consisted of a green-edge iron sword and a small package. Chu Lang said that it contained very important seasonings and wild equipment such as fire breakers.

"You won't be back at noon today?"

"Well, yes, yesterday afternoon he was defeated by Zhang Han without even using a hundred moves. If this continues, he will become so arrogant that he will be so arrogant."

"He has the capital. Besides, I think it is better to do less than to do more."

"Old man, can you make a difference? We have been keeping a low profile and giving in. If we continue like this, we will be forced to leave." Chu Lang raised his sword eyebrows, glanced at him, and continued to tie the dagger to the side of his boots.

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There are often second-level beasts in the back mountain, and Chu Lang's current cultivation level is not enough to deal with them easily.

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's been so many years. In recent years, that kid has become more powerful. If we don't like it, he will try to scare others."

"Okay, I know, sooner or later I will deal with him properly." Chu Lang snorted coldly.

Lin Rongfu sighed and remained silent.

"Are you blaming me for not teaching you the martial arts?"

"Nonsense, what do you think? It's an earth-level mid-level inner skill and mind method. You're hiding such a heaven-defying existence from me. It's my family's thing. When I talk about it, I get angry. You insist on forcing me to practice it.

A middle-level yellow-level martial arts from the Tianming Sword Sect."

"I have my reasons."

"What's the point? Just because we are afraid that the gang of men in black will discover our traces. Come on, let alone the distance of more than 100,000 miles. How could they possibly find this place in this inhospitable place, let alone

, it has been more than ten years, how could he recognize me." Chu Lang had been deceived by this old man for more than ten years, and he already knew the reason for his refusal.

You know, you know, but the ending is still the same. Chu Langlai started practicing with concentration in the back mountain. When the sword light swayed out the last arc-shaped sword shadow, the night was already dim.

Chu Lang inserted the three-foot Qingfeng sword diagonally beside him, lying on a huge rock, looking at the faint light spots blocked by dark clouds in the vast void, a pair of clear eyes that seemed to contain all kinds of emotions in the world, but at the same time, he let

One can feel the calmness on his face and the peace in his heart at this moment.

Chu Lang never thought that time travel would happen to him. When his life ended, he would come to the land of Yuntian Continent and be reborn.

Chu Lang is nostalgic for his previous life on earth. At this time, Chu Lang's heart has calmed down. Maybe on a full moon night, Chu Lang will feel a touch of sadness, but he will never have any regrets or regrets.

emotions.

A person's concentration is filled with sudden legends and wonderful things, and all kinds of weird things that are never imagined appear frequently, and low emotions will be replaced indefinitely, or even completely suppressed.

Scenes that could only exist in novels, TV or movies in previous lives have the opportunity to be broadcast live here every day. The only thing Chu Lang has to do is to enrich himself and enhance his strength. Otherwise, God will definitely not give him another chance.

Opportunity to travel through time.

Chu Lang came here and spent twelve cold winters. He remembered that when he first came here, he was a six-year-old child. Mr. Lin, who was covered in scars, carried him thousands of miles on his back and rode alone to escape from the murderous murderous plans and came to the place where hundreds of thousands of people were killed.

Outside Yunzhou City, the coldest place in the north of the Qingling Empire.

In the past ten years or so, Chu Lang has suffered a lot. The last red flame soul-breaking finger of the man in black brought Chu Lang not only the intense heat and torment every few days, but also gnawed at Chu Lang's countless hardships.

He accumulated a small amount of vitality through hard work, and was the main culprit for Zhang Han and others in his master's sect to despise and laugh at him.

It had been four or five days since Chu Lang's last injury attack, and he felt vaguely that he was going to have another attack today. In order not to worry his junior sister and Mr. Lin, Chu Lang stayed in the back mountain all day.

The fifth level of Lingxu is Chu Lang's current level of cultivation. However, this strength will only become the object of ridicule or lectures by others, but the premise is that the opponent's cultivation must be above the sixth level of Lingxu.

Yunzhou City is located in the northernmost part of the Qingling Empire. To the north of Biye City, the two cities are connected and have frequent exchanges with each other. There are also several small cities under the jurisdiction of the two big cities. They are all long-standing cities that provide services to warriors and ordinary people.

A place for survival and communication.

In fact, the climate here is freezing for nearly half a year, and the coldest time is at night. For others, this is a bit uncomfortable or even unpleasant, but for Chu Lang, it is

The most comfortable time of the day and the warmest time for the body.

The weird flow of true energy in his body, like a stream of hot magma, has tortured Chu Lang for many years. If it weren't for the cold climate here, covered with ice and snow, and Mr. Lin's hard work, he would not hesitate to waste his true energy to protect Chu Lang's heart veins and find Chu Lang.

Chu Lang's body was strengthened with elixirs and the blood of ferocious beasts. I'm afraid Chu Lang would have been dead for a long time. There was still a waterfall ten feet high here in summer, but it was already late autumn and winter, and the entire mountain top

Covered by snow, a thin layer of ice has formed on the pond water, which is as smooth as a mirror, forming a natural dance practice square.

Chu Lang chose this place as an open space for martial arts training. The ice layer was twenty or thirty square meters in size, which was enough for Chu Lang to fully display his skills.

"The leaves fall in the breeze"

"Golden wild geese flying across the sky"

"Wind and lingering clouds"

"..."

Chu Lang once again practiced a set of Lingxu Nine Swordsmanship. Half an hour later, Chu Lang finished the exercise and exhaled a breath of hot breath. His face was not as white as usual, but as red as a ripe apple.

Suddenly, Chu Lang raised his sword eyebrows tightly and groaned. The true air flow in his body broke out as expected again. The heat flow began to appear from somewhere in the body. As the flow speed accelerated and the coverage area became larger and larger, the meridians all over the body had been blocked by that flow.

The enhanced airflow makes it bulging.

Chu Lang felt that his body was itching like thousands of ants. The real energy accumulated in his Dantian began to operate automatically, trying to protect the meridians in his body from damage. However, it was obvious that its power was too much compared to this heat flow.

Too weak and has almost no effect.

Chu Lang felt that today's attack was much stronger than before. At this moment, his limbs could no longer move. He thought he could survive this disaster with willpower as usual, but he saw three figures appearing in front of him a few times.
To be continued...