Jun Huantian's eyebrows tightened, and he faintly said, "I don't remember."
"Back then, you formed pill on the spot on Weathering Island. Someone stayed up for seven days and nights to protect the law for you?"
"do not remember."
"You are a new cultivator, someone entered the endless sea of anger for you, and found Yeyu meteorite iron..."
"do not remember."
Yu Qianqiu's expression became more and more mad, unwilling to be reconciled, and questioning again and again, so that the brilliance in her eyes gradually became frantic, as if she had been enchanted.
"Then you should always remember that on the eve of your ascension to Yuan Ying, under the pear tree, there was someone..."
"I don't remember." Jun Huantian never saw the slightest apology on his face.
Boom boom boom! "Aunt Xian, did Deng's disciple lose his memory? Or is she immersed in Xiangu's beauty, and the color makes Zhizhi dizzy?"
Mo Ye looked up at Jun Huantian, but was not surprised at all. When she was still in the Immortal Cave Mansion, she felt that Jun Huantian’s conscience was eaten by a dog like hers. Now it seems that he was eaten by a dog. It needs to be cleaner.
"Then you are more than guilty now!!" Yu Qianqiu screamed, and his whole body soared. For a while, he almost entered the Yuan Ying, and the snow was dancing wildly, and the snowflakes slapped the face like a slap in the face.
The world is icy and snowy, and the vast sea is icy.
"Stop it!!" Suddenly, a female voice cut sharply, and the red figure swept over like a shooting star.
At a glance, Mo Ye recognized that the radiant figure was already the final piano, and now she has also broken through to the early stage of alchemy cultivation, and her whole body is as bright as a Mayflower, but she can't overwhelm the master's style.
Well, there are breakthroughs every year, especially this year.
Zhongqin rushed over like a stream of fire, but stopped abruptly a dozen steps away, and the whole body was trembling, the astonishment and ecstasy on his face were undoubtedly revealed, two lines of clear tears suddenly shed in his eyes, like a trickle, Lamenting that the years are long.
In her eyes, the black figure, the long hair flying in the wind, the dignified posture, and the arrogance are the same as before.
For decades, it seems to be turned into a flash of a finger in an instant.
"Jun... Huantian..." However, she only dared to whisper, recite your name and caress my crazy life.
……
Mo Ye shook the mountain of snow on her body and exhaled a breath of white air. It was too cold and frozen to death. Even if she transported all her spiritual power, she couldn't resist the magical spells of the later stage of the pill formation.
At this time, the monks around him also woke up one after another, looked up for a while, and then began to try to dig out the magical treasure spirit stone that they had dropped before in the snow.
The gods fight, and the masters appear in this world, they are not as real as the magical treasures.
Boom boom boom! "Xianggu, the slave house is so cold, please hug!!"
Mo Ye raised her head and looked into the air. Several strong men in the Dan formation stage were still contending and confronting each other. The arrival of Zhong Qin successfully prevented Yu Qianqiu from erupting, but could not resolve the dispute. What's more, she herself was still deeply moved.
Yu Qianqiu was still filled with anger and resentment, that hatred was firewood and anger was fire, and it burned extremely violently in the contradictory eyes.
Si Yueming was standing not too far away. It seemed that Yu Qianqiu, who was a little jealous and mad and out of control, was both a powerful late-stage pill formation powerhouse, and if he worked alone, one sword repair and the other spiritual practice would still be equally divided between the two.
But Jun Huantian just stood quietly and looked at them either happy or sad or angry, but he didn't react, as if he was just a passerby from beginning to end.
But that doesn't change the fact that he is being held back, I am afraid that for a while, it will be difficult for him to escape.
"Huh? Where did the magical magical stone I threw on the ground?" Lin Yi asked in confusion while struggling to sweep the snow with a long sword. The snow in front of him had been swept away, revealing a few scattered spiritual stones below. , But nothing else.
"Yeah, it's so strange. Did Lord Land take back the magic treasure Lingshi?" Tu Dali also tilted his head, looking confused.
Seeing that no one noticed her, Mo Ye slipped to one side quietly, and the snow almost buried to her chest also gave her a good cover.
Like a snow mouse, she had drilled a hole in the vast snow, and she looked around and there was nothing wrong, suddenly she pulled out the Qinghong sword, rolled over and stepped on her feet, urging the aura of her whole body, and instantly flew away in one direction with her head buried in one direction.