Bai Zao's voice was soft, and her expression was gentle, but her companions listened to her carefully and patiently, seemingly convinced.
Even Yao Songshan was like that.
The Cultivation states of the members of this team were relatively ordinary. Apart from Bai Zao, the strongest was Yao Songshan.
They didn't have super fighting capacity like Lo Huainan, Tong Lu, or Guo Nanshan or Gu Han, but they had achieved excellent results in the Cultivation tournaments. They had completed most of the painting of plum blossoms through blood in Nishiyama House, and they had won Zen Master's praise.
Bai Zao's ability to calculate and command was too strong. Her expression and words were so amiable and persuasive that all her companions believed in her judgment.
She was probably a natural leader.
Because of her calmness, her companions, who had been a bit uneasy because of the Iron Thread Worms, also calmed down and began to set up the formation.
Bai Zao raised her head and looked at the mountain in the distance.
The cold wind blew again, rolling up the snowflakes and hitting her white gauze.
The female disciple of the Platanus Sect asked with her eyes if she needed a blanket.
Bai Zao shook her head with a smile, indicating that she didn't need it. She tightened her clothes.
In fact, she wasn't as confident as she looked.
That disciple of the Kunlun named Dai Ying died too early.
But since the Cultivation tournament hadn't stopped, it shouldn't be a problem with the monster tide, so there shouldn't be too much danger.
Then, she thought of something, and her lips curled up into a happy smile. She asked her companions, "Where are they today?"
Yao Songshan took the magic implement from one of his companions and glanced at it. He walked to her side and said with a strange expression, "They are still more than 60 miles away from us."
A few days ago, they found that a team was moving in a strange way, as if they were coming toward them.
That team didn't move very fast, but if they kept moving, they would meet in two days, right in front of the black mountain in the north.
Though the competition in the Cultivation tournament was fierce, it was impossible for human Cultivation practitioners to kill each other.
Yao Songshan's strange expression wasn't because he was alarmed, but because Jing Jiu was in that team.
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The morning light came a little late.
Bai Zao and his team continued to venture deeper into the snowfield, searching for monsters from the Snow Kingdom to hunt.
The path ahead would certainly be more dangerous, but that was the meaning of the Law Battles.
Dusk came a little early.
Her companions gathered around Bai Zao and began to listen to her soft voice.
Today, they had killed two ordinary Snow Foot Beasts. They were very cautious during the battle, afraid that something unexpected might happen.
But in the end, they didn't find any listening ears or iron nematodes in the prey's carapace.
His companions spread out to prepare the array.
Bai Zao sat in the wind and snow, thinking about this matter, and was even more puzzled.
Why didn't all the cultivators who participated in the Cultivation tournament encounter the Iron Nematode Worms, but Jing Jiu and his companions, who set off many days later, encountered them?
"Where is Jing Jiu now?" she asked reflexively.
Yao Songshan took a look at the magic tool and said, "It's about 15 kilometers away from us, southwest."
The other three looked at Yao Songshan after exchanging a look.
They knew that Bai Zao was very concerned about the route of that team, but today she asked Jing Jiu directly instead of them. What did this mean?
"Don't look at me. I really don't know anything."
Yao Songshan said, "As far as I know, Senior Master Jing Jiu and Senior Master Layue left the mountains and traveled for two years. They spent the rest of the time cultivating in Aoyama, and they didn't meet any outsiders."
Then they remembered that there was a Zhao Layue in Aoyama.
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The morning light came a little later than the day before.
During the day, they didn't encounter any monsters of the Snowy Kingdom, and even the snow had stopped.
It was quiet in heaven and earth, or in other words, dead silence.
The black mountain range was getting closer, looking so quiet and intimidating.
There was a valley in the middle of the black mountain range, leading to a farther place, which was the real Snowy Kingdom.
Looking at that place, Bai Zao felt a strong sense of alarm, saying, "Light the fire."
The twilight came a little earlier than the day before.
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The night had come. According to the previous practice, Jing Jiu should have called a halt, but he didn't today. As a result, Yin Qingmo and the other two kept moving forward.
Jing Jiu walked at the back.
The three young Cultivation practitioners cooperated very well, and they hadn't encountered any ferocious monsters like the Iron Thread Bug recently.
Jing Jiu opened his palm, and the little beetle jumped onto his palm.
The shell of the little beetle was still pure white, but it had become much harder in the last few days; it was no longer as fragile and tender as it was when it was just born.
Jing Jiu noticed that the longer it stayed in the cold wind or the lower the temperature of the outside world, the faster the shell would harden.
As for what the little beetle ate, Jing Jiu didn't know yet, because he had never cared about it. Anyway, it was still alive.
Jing Jiu suddenly sensed something and pulled back his palm, saying, "Someone is being besieged."
The three people in front of him stopped and looked at him in surprise.
There couldn't be any deviant Cultivation practitioners on the snowland at this time, so they could only be companions participating in the Cultivation tournament.
Wu Mingzhong asked, "Where? How far? "
"Northeast, 11 miles away."
Jing Jiu said it without looking at it.
That was where he wanted to go. It was also for this reason that he didn't call a halt when the night came.
Yin Qingmo asked with a pale face, "What should we do?"
After walking on the snowland for so many days, the three young Cultivation practitioners were not as nervous as they were at the beginning. But after all, they hadn't experienced a single battle in the last few days, and the only impression they had was the tragic death of Dai Ying. Suddenly knowing that their companions participating in the Cultivation tournament were besieged by monsters, they subconsciously felt a sense of fear.
Jing Jiu untied the iron sword on his back and said, "You stay here. I'll go and have a look."
Normally, it would only take a moment to travel more than five miles on a sword, but they were already in the middle of the snowland. Although there were no snow clouds these days, the Chaotic Wind in the sky was more violent, and they were getting closer and closer to the ground. Riding on a sword, they could only fly a hundred feet above the ground at most, which made it easy for them to be attacked by those monsters with amazing elasticity.
Yin Qingmo and the other two looked at each other and made up their minds, saying, "Let's go together."
Jing Jiu was a bit surprised.
Wu Mingzhong called out his sword and shield.
The four of them stepped on it.
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A gust of extremely cold wind blew in the valley, and the flames in the bonfire were almost extinguished by the pressure.
A pearl rose into the night sky, emitting a milky white light, illuminating the ground within a radius of more than three hundred feet.
Bai Zao sat on the snowy ground, her white gauze stained with blood, looking very weak. She had actually suffered a serious injury.
Strange sounds could be heard everywhere in the darkness of the night, like metal rubbing against each other, or like a broken gong vibrating at a high speed, making one's heart palpitate.
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