"Nanmen martial uncle, at the order of the leader, I''ll take you to the frozen cliff to think about it!"
There were two strong men with vast breath at the door, and one of them said coldly.
"Let''s go. Let''s go. It''s just facing the wall. What''s the big deal?"
Nanmen Feng said indifferently.
But when he went to the frozen cliff, he regretted that it was too cold here!
There is ice at the foot, even the surrounding walls are ice. In a cave, except that a stone bed is not ice, all other places are ice.
The most important thing is that this is not ordinary ice. Even the maple in the south gate can''t help shivering. It can resist the attack of the cold only by running cultivation from time to time.
"It''s too cold!"
South Gate Maple sits on the stone bed, make complaints about getting up.
At the same time, in the refining hall, the leader in Taoist robe sat cross legged in front of an old man with a wry smile on his face.
"Martial uncle, you disciple is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. If I didn''t come forward, he would be hard to catch." Han Meng, as the leader, said with a bitter smile.
Sitting opposite him was elder Wu Kui, the master of nanmenfeng.
"Martial nephew Han, it''s bothering you."
The old man smiled and said.
"What did martial uncle say, but the qualification of the younger martial brother of the south gate is really extraordinary. He can continuously improve several small realms in less than a year since he entered the sect. Even the core disciples in the general gate may not be comparable."
Leader Han Meng said.
"Practice one step at a time. I''m afraid that his fast practice will lead to unstable foundation."
Seeing that the old man didn''t say anything, Han Meng continued.
"This son is mature in mind and nature. He is not a reckless person. He steals spiritual medicine and fruit just to improve his cultivation."
The old man said, "if this son didn''t make a big mistake, I hope nephew Han can look at me and forgive me."
"It''s natural what martial uncle said. He is the person with the highest talent for refining weapons he has met for hundreds of years, and he is also the most promising person to fulfill martial uncle''s wishes. I will naturally take care of one or two."
Han Meng said quickly.
The old man smiled and nodded.
"Martial uncle, you punished him to think about it on the frozen cliff, so that he could understand the power of the field there?"
Han Meng continued.
"I can''t hide anything from you. This son is grumpy and needs to be polished. Thinking about it on the frozen cliff can also be a place to temper his will and mind."
The old man thought a little and said, "open the frozen cliff array until he understands the power of the field and then release him."
"Yes, martial uncle."
Han Meng nodded and chatted a few more words before leaving.
Frozen cliff.
Nanmen Feng was sitting cross legged, refining the spiritual power in his body. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked around in surprise.
I saw that the cold around suddenly increased, but for more than a dozen breathing times, the cold turned into a blade and generally rushed to the body of Nanmen Maple again and again.
"I''ll go!"
Nanmen Feng hurriedly turned to repair to resist, and from time to time the shadow of the fist burst out. The blade was comparable to the full blow of the two or three strong people in the ordinary rongtianjing, so he had to deal with it carefully.
"What a head!"
After holding on for a day, Nanmen Maple was distressed. At this time, the blades around him were dense, smashing one or two, and condensing three or four in an instant, which could not be finished at all.
"Sure enough, the elder martial brother of the headmaster is not kind."
Nanmen Feng murmured, tired and constantly blowing out fist shadows to defeat the attack of the blade.
After three days, I never felt so tired.
"No, I have to be tired to death if I go on like this. If only I could understand the power of the field."
The Maple Road in the South Gate gave a sound.
Under the power of the field, these blades can easily resist no matter how powerful they are, but he doesn''t know anything about the power of the field. If he uses the Yanyue formula of the lower level martial arts, he won''t last long.
"How can we understand the power of the field..."
Nanmen Feng was distressed, and his mind turned to the books he had seen in the Sutra Pavilion.
"It''s impossible to sleep and understand the power of the field. These blades can''t even make me meditate at ease."
Nanmen Maple''s eyes flickered slightly, "you can only understand it in battle."
Gradually, Nanmen Feng stopped complaining, but hit the blade one by one. As the day passed, he also gradually explored some rules.
Before, Nanmen Feng could only smash one or two blades with one blow. Now he blows out with one blow, and the blades in front of him are instantly annihilated.
"I have a feeling that I can almost touch the power of the field."
Nanmen Maple''s eyes were full of blood and glittered with fine awn. He tirelessly blew out fist shadows, and then silently felt the yuan force fluctuation when he blew out fist shadows.
A few days later, the sound of laughter suddenly came from the frozen cliff.
"I finally master the power of the field!"
Inside the cave, I saw the cold air around Nanmen maple, but the cold air spread outward to resist the invasion of other cold air around.
"Ice field!"
The South Gate Maple''s eyes twinkle with fine awn, and the blade around seems to be bound. As long as you enter the scope shrouded by the South Gate Maple''s cold ice field, it will dissipate into an invisible wind shadow.
"This is just the rudiment of the ice field. If it is small or large, it will be powerful."
Nanmen Feng said with a smile.
There are various fields in the world, tangible or intangible. I don''t know how many are there. The ice field is also a relatively rare field.
When the field is released, it can freeze the enemy and weaken the enemy''s strength. Those with low strength can directly freeze them to death.
Blink for half a month.
At this time, Shenzong was very lively, because today, the top sects of Zhongzhou, such as ethereal Xianzong, Taishang Jianzong and Tianzong, came to visit Shenzong.
Of course, it is also an exchange meeting among the disciples of each major sect, so as to see the details of each major sect.
Shenzong is preparing up and down, and everyone has fighting spirit on their faces. It seems that everyone has forgotten the South Gate maple on the frozen cliff.
Talking about the ethereal immortal sect and other sects.
"Don''t you see that one of the disciples from the ethereal immortal sect is really beautiful. In a short time, she can definitely be compared with mu Nianxiang of our God sect."
"No, mu Nianxiang is the first beauty of my God sect!"
"What you said is too exaggerated. When I saw mu Nianxiang, I just saw it from a distance. How can it be compared with mu Nianxiang."
"Don''t believe it. Wait until the competition between disciples of various sects, you will know that what I said is true or false."
……
Shenzong is bustling up and down. On the main hall, the leader Han Meng entertains many guests from the sect.
This time, there are four top sects: ethereal immortal sect, Tianzong, Taishang sword sect and Bahuang sect.
The man from the eight wastelands sect was a middle-aged man with the cultivation of tongtianjing. There were two people standing behind him. One had only the triple peak cultivation of congenital golden elixir, and the other had the cultivation of rongtianjing.
Both of them were young men with a lonely and proud face, giving people a smell of beasts coming out of the wilderness.
There are also three people from the supreme sword sect. In addition to the Chinese men in white robes, there are two others, a man and a woman. The men are handsome and the women are beautiful. Both of them carry divine swords. They exude fierce sword Qi. There is a sense of sword ups and downs when their eyes sweep.
This cultivation of a man and a woman, the man has only the triple peak of congenital golden elixir, and the woman is rongtianjing.
The same is true of Tianzong''s people, but Nanmen Feng will recognize one of them if he is here. It is Chu Youran who met with the emperor of Chu at the beginning.
Now Chu Youran''s strength has reached the triple peak of congenital golden elixir. There is always a touching smile on his face, which gives people a feeling of spring breeze.
But his eyes looked at a woman next to him from time to time.
The woman''s position is where the ethereal immortal sect sits. The woman is wearing a white dress and has no expression, such as a white jade carved face. It is exquisite to the utmost beauty without any defects.
The woman didn''t even look at Chu leisurely. It seemed that she was used to this kind of attention and drank Lingcha.
With the woman, there is also a beautiful middle-aged woman in palace clothes. The middle-aged woman also has an icy face, does not smile, and has an expression of refusing people thousands of miles away.
On the other side of the middle-aged woman is a handsome young man. The young man''s eyes have never left the woman. He has a strong affection in his eyes, but the woman still doesn''t see the same, which makes the young man flash through the bottom of his eyes.
Women''s accomplishments also have three peaks of congenital golden elixirs!
"Brother Han, I heard that Guizong has produced many talented disciples. It''s better to let the younger generation go out for a competition."
The man who spoke was a middle-aged man from Bahuang sect.
"Yes, brother Han, I brought two outstanding disciples of Tianzong today, so that they can see the world."
The middle-aged man of Tianzong also said with a smile.
Although the supreme sword sect and the ethereal immortal sect did not speak, they obviously acquiesced in it.
"Well, Gu Yuan, take them to the terrace to have a competition."
Han Meng nodded with a smile, turned his head and ordered a young man beside him. Finally, he gave a special explanation.
Gu Yuan was slightly surprised, but he nodded and agreed.
"Please follow me."
Then Chu Youran and others followed Gu Yuan to the terrace.
The open-air platform is on the highest peak of Shenzong. You can touch the sky with your hand. It was named open-air platform. The open-air platform is very large and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
At this time, many talented disciples of Shenzong had been waiting for a long time on the open-air platform, but those who could come to the open-air platform were the elite disciples of Shenzong.
They are all gifted disciples of the innate realm and heaven melting realm of each mountain peak.
After Gu Yuan and others came out, everyone looked at the past. Of course, most people looked at the woman in white dress of the ethereal immortal sect.
The woman didn''t seem to feel it. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes didn''t fluctuate at all.
"It''s really beautiful. It''s really a person who can be compared with elder martial sister mu Nianxiang."
"It''s so beautiful. It''s like a beauty walking out of an iceberg."
"Different from sister mu, she is too cold. It''s a little inhumane."
Everyone whispered.
The beautiful woman of the supreme sword sect frowned and glanced at the woman in white. There was a trace of contempt at the bottom of her eyes. She was also very beautiful, but when compared with the other party, she immediately became a foil in the eyes of everyone.
Competition is naturally a person who comes out of the innate realm and melts into the heavenly realm.
Shenzong didn''t have this requirement. As the host, he naturally had to show more. Immediately, a person came out and said after giving a gift to the supreme sword sect.
"Shenzong quyafeng yellow crane, please fight the elder martial brother of the supreme sword sect."