Douba's Strongest Master System

Chapter 76 Lao Chen, I feel guilty... (recommended 4000 plus more)

The sudden appearance of the golden dragon made all parties uneasy, but the owner of the sword was like snow scattered in the snow field, disappearing without a trace, and no one knew whose handwriting this short-lived brilliance came from.

Many, many people guessed that it was the Master.

The master's weapon was not a sword, but a stick. As we all know, when Ke Haoran was punished by heaven, the master killed him in a rage, cut off all the peach blossoms on the mountain in one night, and knocked Chen Mou into the South China Sea with a stick.

The owner of this sword must be in the wasteland.

"The great sword is golden and glorious, even if it is a confrontation with the sacred golden dragon, it cannot be a barren, let alone a person from the Demon Sect!"

The Xiling Coalition Army made a judgment in a self-deceiving way: "If there were such terrifying people in the Demon Sect, Ke Haoran would not have cut off the gate of the mountain back then, and the barren people would not have to go to the extreme north to escape!"

The Kingdom of Yan, the Kingdom of Dahe, the Kingdom of Yuelun, and even the Kingdom of Tang also fell silent a lot.

Liu Bai of Jiange has left.

Chen Qiye did not expect that Lao Bai's pure Yang Sword Intent brought huge changes to the entire Haotian world.

These are all later stories.

Two hundred swallow riders, more than a hundred motorists, and a dozen disciples of Mochiyuan from the Great River Country simply left the frontier and walked into the cold and vast wasteland accompanied by the winter wind and the false morning sun.

Yan Qi, who was escorting the grain team, walked on the reins in silence. The faces of the people driving the grain cart were full of unease or numbness. The disciples of Mochiyuan galloped and scattered around to guard. In addition to the grain cart, there were two others. Mo Shanshan was in one of the carriages belonging to Mochi Garden, while Ning Que rode a big black horse and followed this carriage closely.

After walking for more than ten miles, the military camp behind him had long since disappeared, so Ning Que took off his hat, looked at the snow mass accumulating in the withered yellow grass, and listened to the whistling eagle chirping that came from nowhere. There was a gleam of joy in the eyes outside the mask.

He hadn't seen such a familiar scenery for a long time, and even the slight pain caused by the cold air entering the lobes of his lungs made him feel like he was coming home.

He also has a distant memory, which is from the blue planet, but it has been a long time, and too many things have been dusted.

After a few days, there was nothing good to do, and the team that was slowly advancing on the wasteland could also drag out a large piece of dry dust.

Until a sword rose from the ground, soared into the sky, and frightened the golden dragon, the team came to a standstill.

They saw that the snow layers several miles away were rolled up, and the spies sent out reported that this was the case for nearly [-] miles away, which forced them to stop.

Because the road ahead without the ice and snow layer will be full of potholes, and the wheels of the grain will be difficult to pass.

"Is that the master?"

Ning Que stood in front of the blizzard and looked into the distance. There was a piece of wasteland dozens of miles away. From a distance, it felt completely different from the real approach.

The snow was terribly torn apart, and I could even feel the mighty sword intent, but the most terrifying thing was that the old cedar standing on this wasteland was not affected at all.

The old cedar still hangs with ice picks, crystal clear.

Those who transported grains had set up the camp, and they also gathered one after another. Looking at the wasteland, everyone had a different shock in their hearts.

"Snowing."

From a distance, Ning Que saw the sky in the east fluttering and fluttering. This is the scenery of the Great North. The girls in the south have never seen such a scenery. The cold world has a different style.

Ok?
It's really a different vibe.

Because, two figures appeared in their eyes, very young and handsome.

They were racing against the snow, as if it was not the snow but the flood beast chasing them.

"How do I know it's going to snow so soon!"

One of them ran, jumped, looked back, and shouted again, "If I had known it would snow so easily, I wouldn't have to piss on that pile of urine."

The other one was fast, and there was still maroon on his robe, it was blood, there was blood for a while.

In front of Bai Ningbing, he turned his head from time to time and said, "What are you afraid of, what are you afraid of?"

"Boss, I don't have any bad tastes, even if I did, it was a long time ago!"

Bai Ningbing poked and caught up again: "I tasted the taste when I was a child, and it was very astringent, sour and uncomfortable!" (The author, Yin, promises not to know, I checked the data and found it! Here is the key point!)
A group of people outside the camp looked dumbfounded.

There are very few people on the wasteland, and it is rare to see living people wandering like this, and the place where they wander is a wasteland swept away by the sword intent.

"Could it be them?"

Ning Que frowned, then shook his head, how is this possible?Their age is similar to their own, even if they know their fate, it is impossible to do it.

Looking at their 'naughty' appearance, Ning Que couldn't help but twitch his lips, which reminded him of a dead fat man in the back mountain of the academy.

"Stop!" The shout came from Yan Bing, who stopped Chen Qiye and Bai Ningbing with a knife.

"Dude, it's snowing, don't stop us!"

Bai Ningbing's self-imposed cultivation base, without divine power, he couldn't avoid the snow.

"Heh, it's just snowing, so you are afraid of that? Judging from your appearance, you are from the Tang Dynasty, right? It's pitifully weak." Yan Bing sneered, and his colleagues beside him showed disdain.

Nearly [-] years have passed since the Battle of Yan and Tang, but the bitterness between the two countries is still there.

Hearing Yan Bing's ridicule, Ning Que frowned, unhappy.

"Dude, do you think it's as simple as snow..." Bai Ningbing looked back, here it is!The snow has come...

When he was about to explode with divine power, he was stopped by Chen Qiye and said, "My brother has been weak since he was a child, and his kidneys are not good, so he can't stand this wind and snow..."

"Let them come in and hide."

At this time, a picturesque woman walked out of the camp. She had long black hair, and her expression was pure, which made people very obsessed.

She is Mo Shanshan of Mochi Garden, a bookworm among the three idiots in the world.

He is also the person in charge of the food delivery this time. Although Ning Que is the real commander, Mo Shanshan still has the right to decide.

Chen Qi night reported and smiled, and pulled Bai Ningbing into the tent. The two of them stood under the erected shed, and their eyes were full of astonishment!
The group of Yan soldiers, facing the falling snow, slowly spread their hands, as if bathing in the brilliance of Haotian, enjoying the cold and gentleness brought by the snowflakes...

The two of them, watching with their own eyes, the Yan Bing who stopped them licked his tongue and rolled in the snowflakes that fell on the corners of his lips, still enjoying the look on his face.

"Old Chen, I feel guilty..." Bai Ningbing.

"Stop talking, I'm disgusting..." Chen Qiye.

Tang people didn't believe in Haotian, and Ning Que couldn't have any obsession with this ethereal thing. He and Mo Shanshan went back to the greenhouse on the other side. Because the disciples of Mochiyuan were all girls, although they liked watching this fluttering The picture, but after all, the body is weaker, and he does not stand in the drift.

　I almost forgot, I wish you all a happy Christmas Eve, happy, happy ha~~~ continue to code~~~
　　
　
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