C1014

It is a very ancient writing, in the current world, almost no one will recognize.

Five strokes down, the text seems to have not yet formed, but the killing of the way of heaven has come down.

Xiawuhou knew this very well, so he was very dignified and sweat like beans came out.

"I can't draw any more."

Others showed surprise, full of incredible expression.

The sixth stroke is the last one. If he draws that character, the killing of heaven will completely submerge here, and he may be unable to resist it, and the pub will be annihilated.

Xia Wuhou wiped a handful of sweat and asked, "master, what's that word?"

The youth pondered for a long time, and spit out a word: "Li".

Li Yi's Li, he is speculating about Li Yi. Unfortunately, Li Yi's life style is too strong. Unless someone is willing to do something, of course, he may pay some price.

Xia Wuhou said: "can't draw a complete last stroke, does this mean that the guy may be?"

It's more bad than bad.

Maybe it can be understood here.

A little upset, the boy shook his head and stopped talking.

Whoosh!

The air is getting colder and colder. This time, many people feel it. They can't help scolding, and they don't know what the weather is.

A few minutes later, when they were about to leave the tavern, the young leader pressed over and pressed Xia Wuhou here. He looked solemn, dignified and unprecedented. He looked down at the scattered ancient Chinese characters and looked out of the tavern.

On that path, there was another figure, a man of long stature and gorgeous and noble clothes. Strangely, people could not see his face clearly, as if covered by a layer of mist.

Xia Wu Hou gasped and sweated heavily. He also felt the strong oppression, which originated from the body and soul, as if facing a God.

Who is that man?

The boy released the hand and poured a cup of tea for himself.

Soon, the man came here, regardless of whether the young two agreed to sit here directly, he whispered: "I have heard of you."

Xia Wuhou looked at the man and at the young man.

The young man picked up the tea and took a sip: "more than 50 years ago, zhanzhou in the South was snowing in June. Now, it seems that it is also June."

It snowed for a long time.

"The South zhanzhou is too weak," the man said

"He was very weak at that time," he said

The man said again, "so who do you think will win this time?"

The boy stopped talking.

After waiting for several minutes, he still did not speak. The man got up and left the last sentence: "this life is not the same. If you want to choose again, I can give you a chance, but I hope you can think about it well."

He's gone.

Everything was as usual in the tavern. It seemed that no one could see him or hear the conversation between them except the young man and Xia Wuhou.

"Who is that man?" Xia Wuhou asked in a low voice

Youth: "emperor Guangming."

More than 50 years ago, the southern zhanzhou snowed in June, and Li Yi won. More than 50 years later, it was such a heavy snow on northern Gulu island. Can Li Yi still win?

The reason why emperor Guangming didn't do anything to him was that he was not sure. Moreover, for the holy palace, Xueji was of great significance.

Hearing those three words, Xia Wuhou's face turned pale, and his voice trembled: "guangguangming emperor?"

The young man nodded solemnly: "boy, from today on, you have to practice hard."

Xia Jihou doesn't mean that xiawuhou will take away the bright young man without hesitation.

They left the pub.

A few hours later, a thin snowflake appeared in the sky. Although it was very thin, it caused a lot of discussion in the whole area of beigulu, especially in the area of laoshenshan.

On the Shenshan mountain, the strong people of the white tiger clan also saw the snowflake. They were not in the mood to discuss, and all of them were very precipitated.

The old man came slowly.

Zhou Yuanfang looked back.

Not far away, a tall and upright middle-aged man also came, he is the patriarch of this generation, Zhou Yuanfang's father.

For a long time, the patriarch whispered: "the water of Tianxuan holy land is cold. It has not appeared in beigulu island for at least 300000 years, and their magic soldiers will not recover easily."

Shuihan is not a very sharp heavenly weapon, but it has an abhorrent feature. Once it recovers, it will draw on the strength of heaven and earth instead of relying on the resuscitators to sustain the recovery.

In other words, if there is no accident, the cold water will completely freeze the mountain.

Zhou Yuanfang turned pale: "father, we..."

The patriarch shook his head: "there is no way to break through at this time."Before the cold water appeared, they had a chance to leave here, but now, they have only one choice, fight.

The white tiger clan also has the divine weapon of heaven, but Shenbing has been silent for a long time, and no one in the clan can recover. Moreover, to revive the divine weapons of the heavenly way, we need strong white tiger people with strong blood force.

As for the dragon, it's old and out of shape. Maybe it can be forced to fight, but it's just in vain.

What's more, they don't know how many heavenly weapons the holy palace will bring this time?

At this time, the old man said, "the black swordsman has appeared. Maybe, we still have a chance."

The patriarch shook his head again: "Bu Lao Shen Shan is not Daming Lake. He has no strength to rely on. Besides, are you sure he will do it?"

The situation has become worse. If they are black swordsmen, they will not interfere in everything here. As for what kind of transaction, it is completely bullshit. Everything is in vain between life and death.

Zhou Yuanfang subconsciously clenched his hands, and a voice appeared in his heart: "he will do it. He is a black swordsman."

The patriarch said heavily, "fang'er, you are the second person in the clan who can get close to the Elder Dragon. Do you know what this means?"

Zhou Yuanfang Yilin: "it means the recognition of my predecessors."

The patriarch nodded: "yes, the elder recognized you, so you can get close to him. Therefore, your task is very simple. Take Yuhua with you and leave here together."

She exclaimed: "no, I will not go, father, I am a white tiger princess, I can't abandon my home."

The patriarch heaved a heavy breath. His face became solemn and said, "Zhou Yuanfang, you are facing the patriarch of the white tiger clan. I order you to take the jade to see the dragon master. Immediately, immediately."

She shivered, she was short of breath, and her brain was buzzing. She didn't know what to say or how to refute.

Zhou Wushuang came out with a smile: "Yuanfang, this is the order of the patriarch."

She laughs and steps backwards.

The patriarch snapped, "this is an order."

Four words are as heavy as Mount Tai. She has never seen her father speak to herself in this tone. This is the first time, and perhaps the last time.

She cried, crying very sad, trembling all over, thousands of words were stuck in her throat, could not say.

All the white tiger people were silent, including Zhou yuanshuang, and the last smile disappeared.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and turned away.

The mission of the continuation of race is heavier than the earth. How can she refuse it?