In the beginning, he was ranked alongside An Shigeng as a spoiled brat.

Similarly, if the pure Yang purple energy in Zhang Xiaoshan's body is consumed, it will have a life-saving effect, which is much better than the Southern Emperor losing all his power for five years.

After all, the pure yang purple qi can be gradually restored, while the pure yang true qi will be unaffected.

This is a completely enhanced version of "One Finger Divine Skill" and "Six Meridian Divine Sword".

The foundation of the Pure Yang Finger is the Pure Yang Wuji Gong.

The enhanced Pure Yang Wuji Gong, based on the most righteous, pure, and yang foundation, reverses to become the most yin, softest, and coldest.

Therefore, the Pure Yang Finger, when reversed, becomes the Pure Yin Finger, or the Mysterious Dark Finger!

Pure Yang Finger is bright and vast, while Xuanming Finger is the opposite, extremely cold and yin. The middle finger freezes instantly, and anyone below the Innate level will surely die.

And this was only the result of a shot that flew through the air within three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

If someone were to directly point the middle finger at someone, even a master with innate talent would almost certainly die.

Unless one is a grandmaster at the level of creation or innate talent.

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Entering the snowfield, we were already in the northern desert.

In this extremely cold environment, even a breath can condense into frost; it is bitterly cold.

On the snow, the nine-tailed fox ran wildly, leaving no trace in the snow, like a snow sprite, completely ignoring its surroundings.

Zhang Xiaoshan was driving a sled, while five hunting dogs raced across the snow.

Led by a gyrfalcon in the sky, the sled raced across the snow-covered plains. The journey was extremely smooth, as the area was mostly deserted.

And in those villages nestled in the snow, no one would venture out for no reason.

After all, a single misstep can cost a person their life, not even the next day, but just an hour.

This area is already a forbidden zone for most creatures.

However, his skill had greatly improved, and his pure Yang Qi was ten times stronger than before. Even without wearing a tiger-skin coat, Zhang Xiaoshan felt nothing here.

Continuing north from the northern desert, Zhang Xiaoshan showed no sign of stopping.

His purpose was not just to kill; he had another plan: he was testing the limits of Kyushu.

The Nine Provinces were no longer the Nine Provinces he knew in his previous life.

But he was still curious: were there other continents outside of Kyushu, or were there things she wanted there?

Therefore, in order to travel normally during the day, Zhang Xiaoshan would have five hunting dogs approach him when he slept and meditated at night, and use his pure Yang Qi to ward off the cold from the increasingly harsh environment in the far north.

Although this consumes a great deal of true qi, the true qi he has consumed is not as fast as it is replenished.

This is the benefit of the pure Yang Wuji Gong.

Unbeknownst to them, the five hunting dogs not only gradually showed signs of internal energy circulation, but also, influenced by the pure Yang purple energy on the snowfield, began to show signs of evolution.

Silly!

Huskies are a local specialty, a breed of dog that originated here to adapt to the environment.

As time passed, the hunting dogs that once galloped across the snowfields gradually grew longer manes and their bodies grew larger as their appetites increased.

This is stored body fat, which increases endurance in long-distance running.

However, increased load inevitably leads to decreased speed.

However, these five hunting dogs were nourished by Zhang Xiaoshan's pure Yang Qi every night, and their speed not only did not decrease, but it was more than twice as fast as before.

It was half a month later when they arrived at Zhang Xiaoshan's destination.

In temperatures that are at least tens of degrees below zero, Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't see a single person here.

In ancient times, this place was absolutely forbidden for life.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoshan commanded the gyrfalcon to fly directly into the depths of the sea, to the other side of the strait.

Zhang Xiaoshan is confirming the distance.

Based on his knowledge of the speed of the gyrfalcon, he calculated the straight-line distance between them using the round-trip time.

During the long wait, Zhang Xiaoshan cut down the surrounding primeval forest, preparing to build a huge raft.

Here, in the ancient primeval forest with its deep snow cover, there are many logs over ten feet long and one foot in diameter.

Zhang Xiaoshan found a total of ten huge logs, each over fifteen feet long. The rafts made from these logs were large enough for horses to run on.

Tweet!

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out, and the gyrfalcon returned.

Moreover, the gyrfalcon has a withered blade of grass on its claw, indicating that it has reached the other side.

This also confirms Zhang Xiaoshan's guess.

"really!"

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the opposite bank, his eyes gleaming.

Although Kyushu was not the Kyushu he knew, the general map remained the same.

Beyond the Nine Provinces, there lies a barren land.

Another month passed before Zhang Xiaoshan returned from the far north.

Upon arriving in what is now Alaska, Zhang Xiaoshan merely strolled through the primeval forests without exploring them in depth.

You have to understand that this isn't something that happens in a month or two; even a year or two is a short time.

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"Someone?"

On the way back, a figure was seen chasing a fox shadow at an extremely fast speed across the snowfield.

The fox shadow was none other than the nine-tailed spirit fox darting about in the snow, while the incredibly fast figure was a burly man wrapped in animal skin.

Undoubtedly, this is a case of finding a new path after a long and difficult journey.

Because the other party was the Jin Kingdom shaman high priest that Zhang Xiaoshan was looking for!

The snowfield was vast, and finding the other person was like searching for a needle in a haystack for Zhang Xiaoshan. Unexpectedly, he found them effortlessly in the end.

"Chirp chirp..."

The snow fox's eyes lit up when it saw Zhang Xiaoshan, and it took off running towards him.

The figure stopped its pursuit the moment it saw Zhang Xiaoshan, and watched as the snow fox climbed onto Zhang Xiaoshan's shoulder, its eyes gleaming.

From the far north!

Many of the items on Zhang Xiaoshan's sled are special products from the far north.

In particular, there was a huge white bear skin on the sled; judging by its size, it should be at least 15 or 16 feet tall, with a shoulder height of 10 feet.

This is a polar bear that Zhang Xiaoshan killed in the far north of Alaska.

"Are you from the Central Plains?"

Beneath the tiger-skin coat lies a distinctive feature of Central Plains clothing.

Dressed similarly to be impervious to the cold, his internal strength was at least at the Innate Realm, making him a grandmaster-level expert on the same level as him.

However, what shocked the big man the most was Zhang Xiaoshan's appearance.

He was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

A master of innate talent at the age of seventeen or eighteen is unheard of; he must be a direct descendant of one of the major sects in the Central Plains.

"Indeed, I am Zhang Xiaoshan of the Zhang family in Lin'an. Are you a shaman priest from the Jin Kingdom?"

"It is indeed I, young master. Do you know me?"

"I came here specifically for you."

Zhang Xiaoshan did not hesitate, nor did he feign any hypocrisy; he stated his purpose directly.

Moreover, the tiger-skin coat instantly ripped open, and a powerful surge of pure Yang energy filled his body, startling the Jin Kingdom's high priest.

"I see!"

The burly man's eyes also flashed with a sharp light, filled with killing intent.

Regardless of Zhang Xiaoshan's motives for killing him, for the Han Dynasty, since he was an enemy, he should be treated as an enemy.

Chapter Forty-Six: The Number One Master of the Jin Kingdom

In the snowy plains, the wind and snow are fierce.

But at this moment, Zhang Xiaoshan's body was covered with bare, withered grass, which was the sublimation of accumulated snow under the pure Yang Qi.

The burly man was surrounded by snow and ice, yet his body was steaming hot, like a steamed lobster, indicating that his cultivation had reached an extremely high level.

One is as vast as the blazing sun; the other is powerful yet restrained, revealing not a trace of its strength.

Before his breakthrough, Zhang Xiaoshan, even with his Golden Cauldron Iron Shirt technique, would likely have been at most evenly matched with the Han Dynasty.

This was still supported by his unparalleled physical strength.

As the wind and snow stirred, Zhang Xiaoshan's figure suddenly multiplied into nine.

This was not a phantom of Hongxiao. In the eyes of the Great Han, the nine figures were realistic, like clones created by some strange technique.

Furthermore, the nine figures displayed different unique martial arts techniques: Shaolin Tan Tui, Taizu Changquan, Bajiquan...

Although it was a very simple martial art, it was still unfathomable in the eyes of the Han.

"The wind and snow are not dark!"

His powerful energy erupted like a volcano, and the wind and snow raged wildly, instantly engulfing Zhang Xiaoshan's eight clones.

The real one unleashed a Taizu Long Fist, using the Iron Finger Inch Force technique.

It seems like a simple move, but when combined with Zhang Xiaoshan's terrifying blood energy, the power that bursts out in an instant can absolutely shatter rocks several feet high, let alone a mere physical body.

Bang!

With a muffled groan, the burly man staggered back four or five steps before stopping.

A hint of shock (surprise) appeared in the divine light of both sides.

After Zhang Xiaoshan broke through the opponent's energy with his pure Yang true Qi, they engaged in a head-on fist and foot fight. He thought he was unstoppable, but the big man blocked his way and he only managed to retreat four or five steps.

As expected of a shaman who has been practicing asceticism in the snowy plains.

In terms of hard skills, he has reached the pinnacle of physical training.

But the big man was equally shocked. In the fierce battle between the two, the northerner's powerful physique, coupled with his hard-earned skills honed over many years, actually put him at a disadvantage.

It should be noted that even among the grassland war god Meng Chixing, their true qi and hard skills were evenly matched.

Especially considering the other person's age, only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Not to mention teenagers, even young adults are just beginning to enter this stage, and their energy and blood are far from reaching their peak.

A person's peak period is between the ages of thirty and fifty.

Immediately, the big man's pupils contracted as he saw Zhang Xiaoshan deliver a kick in mid-air.

The Crippled Kick - A Demon Born from the Sea of ​​Evil!

The intense killing intent instantly transformed into a sky full of blood shadows, followed closely by a fierce and extremely sharp whirlwind of leg shadows.

Even though Da Han was considered one of the top figures in the north and the number one expert in the Jin Kingdom, he still felt an extremely oppressive and terrifying killing intent, a strong threat.

The north wind is fierce!

The Xuanbing Gang Qi was circulated to its limit, and the large, fan-like palm, accompanied by continuous wind and snow, slapped upwards.

In the wind and snow, two figures locked in combat swirled and twisted, one leg, two legs, three legs...

Each kick possessed earth-shattering power; the unparalleled strength clashed with the unmatched chilling palm strike, causing the burly man to stagger backward repeatedly.

The difference in strength is obvious at a glance.

His physical skills were superior to his, and he also possessed such powerful unique skills, making him an invincible opponent. The burly man immediately considered retreating.

Moreover, Zhang Xiaoshan's intense killing intent was not something he intended to spar with.