Black Fairy, the master is a female ghost

The weather in the north is bitterly cold.

Although it didn't snow, the thick clouds in the sky blocked the stars, making the wilderness pitch black.

After Lu Xunhuan left the village by the river, he continued walking forward aimlessly.

He didn't know where the northern barbarians' settlements were located, so he could only imagine that in winter, they would try to move as far south as possible.

So he continued to head east along the river.

If the route he took went south, across hundreds of miles of mountains and hills, he would return to the north of Western Chu or Eastern Yan.

Thinking about the days he lived in that village, it seemed a little absurd to the southerners, but it was perfectly normal to the northern barbarians.

He had just arrived in the Northern Barbarians and was still a little uncomfortable.

To the extent that everyone in the village could tell that he was from the south.

You can't do this anymore. You have to behave like a northern barbarian.

Most of the villagers are simple and kind, and they treat him very well.

But if he met a soldier or a northern barbarian cultivator, as soon as they saw that he was from the south, he would no longer be able to pretend.

If you can't stay in a certain place, you may miss what you need to find.

However, what he didn't expect was that after flying along the river for three days, he didn't encounter any settlement.

The reason is very simple. There is only a piece of flat land under the valley where the river is located.

The rest of the place is full of mountains and canyons, which are not suitable for living at all.

After another dark day, he landed in the river valley in disappointment, broke the ice, caught a fish, and then went to the cliff with great difficulty to pick a pile of dead branches.

Then he returned to the foot of the cliff, found a sheltered place, and made a fire to roast fish.

He roasted fish by the campfire, while his mind was full of random thoughts.

But when the fish was almost cooked, he heard the faint sound of footsteps on the snow behind him amidst the sound of the wind.

He couldn't help but be surprised. In this desolate mountain and wilderness, where else could there be other people except people like himself?

Is there a tribe nearby?

He turned his head and although it was dark, he could still see a figure in the light of the fire.

The man had slowly walked to a place only three meters away from the campfire.

When the man saw him turn around, he stopped and asked, "Are you from the north or the south?"

When Lu Xunhuan heard this, his hair almost stood up.

Sound so familiar?

President of the Immortal Friends Association?

Last time, the president was injured by a formation, burned, and poisoned, but he is still alive?

Seeing that he didn't answer, the man walked over without any courtesy, sat in front of the campfire, and warmed his hands by the fire.

Lu Xunhuan saw that his hands were pitch black.

I guess after he was poisoned, the poison was forced out of his body and remained on his skin.

Therefore, the skin also becomes darker.

Lu Xunhuan has not shaved his beard since entering the Northern Barbarians.

He did it on purpose, to keep the beard.

One is to appear rougher and make yourself look like a northern barbarian.

The second is to make it unrecognizable.

The president of the Immortal Friends Association was sitting opposite him at this moment. The firelight shone on Lu Xunhuan's face clearly, but he failed to recognize him at first.

First of all, the beard did affect him.

Secondly, he probably never thought that Lu Xunhuan would come to Beiman.

Seeing that Lu Xunhuan didn't say anything, he asked again, "Why don't you say anything?"

Lu Xun Huan finally spoke: "It's freezing and snowy here, why are you here alone? Are you from the South?"

The president reached out to touch his beard, but only felt a short stubble.

It was burned last time, and now it has only grown half an inch longer.

Obviously, even though he heard Lu Xunhuan's voice, he still couldn't recognize it.

Before the two sides fought, they only exchanged a few brief words.

Lu Xunhuan remembered his voice, but he did not remember Lu Xunhuan's voice.

He reached out, took the fish, and put it in front of his nose to sniff it: "What's wrong with the southerners? I want the fish, you can get a new one."

Lu Xunhuan watched him eat the fish silently.

He thought about it for a while and decided that based on his abilities, he should be able to give it a try.

But the problem was that in order to conceal his identity as a southerner, he came to the Northern Barbarians without bringing his magic sword.

But the president carried the ninth-level magic sword with him.

If a fight breaks out, he will suffer a great loss because he doesn't have the magic sword.

The president ate the fish and asked, "Why are you here alone in the snow?"

Lu Xunhuan said, "I was ordered to go to Dongyan to gather intelligence."

The president chuckled and said, "So, you know a few tricks?"

Lu Xun Huan asked, "Do you want to demonstrate?"

The president laughed again, full of disdain: "Are you worthy of my attack?"

Lu Xun Huan said, "Then we can have a literary contest instead of a martial arts contest. Put your sword away."

The president held out his hand and warmed himself by the fire again: "Who's in the mood to compete with you? Go get some fish."

Lu Xunhuan stood up and walked towards the river.

He took out a dagger from his body and stabbed at the ice for a while.

Then, he turned around and said, "Hey, the ice seems to be much harder now. I can't pierce it. Can I borrow your sword?"

The president said, "Trouble."

He stood up and walked over, sword in hand.

Then he drew his sword, circulated his magical power, and lit it up.

The sword shone with orange light, pierced the ice, and circled around.

He cut a round hole in the three-foot-thick ice, but the hole was still covered by the floating ice.

Lu Xun Huan added, "Since you're so skilled, why don't you break this ice? Otherwise, how are you going to catch fish?"

The president held the sword in one hand and raised the other hand, slapping the round piece of ice.

At this moment, Lu Xunhuan moved.

He secretly mobilized his strength and slapped the president's sword-holding hand.

The president never imagined that this northern barbarian had such great strength.

He was completely off guard.

Lu Xunhuan's palm strike directly sent his sword flying, and it fell into the ice hole and disappeared.

Lu Xunhuan slapped his sword away and was about to hit him hard again.

But a master like the president reacted so quickly.

Before Lu Xunhuan could hit him, he turned around like a ghost and attacked Lu Xunhuan preemptively.

There was a "bang" sound.

Lu Xunhuan flew out and landed on the ice after dozens of feet.

He slid along the ice for several dozen feet before he finally stabilized his body.

At the moment the president hit him, the defensive divine weapon sensed the enemy's powerful aura and took the initiative to flash out and protect him.

He flew out with a golden glow on his body.

The president was shocked to see him covered in golden light, and then he realized that the person he met tonight was probably not an ordinary person.

He didn't bother to go into the water to retrieve the magic sword. He came like a shadow and launched a second palm strike at Lu Xunhuan.

Lu Xunhuan was now not only protected by the defensive magic weapon, but also by the dragon energy.

With the defenses stacked up, the president's two full-strength palms made his blood boil, but they did not seriously injure him.

Lu Xunhuan had a clue in his mind that the president's strength was still higher than his, possibly at the Taiyi realm.

He used his defensive magic weapon to absorb 60% of the opponent's attacks, which was equivalent to invisibly dissolving more than half of the president's power.

In addition to his defense and the protection of dragon energy, the president cannot be killed without the magic sword.

However, because the ice was too slippery, he was hit by the president's palm and flew out again.

The president already knew that he had a defensive treasure on him, so how could he let him go? He chased after him again.

As Lu Xunhuan slid backwards on the ice, he summoned the golden hoop, looked at the president, and silently chanted the Wrath of Thunder.

This vast world of snow suddenly became like summer, with thunder roaring.

A huge bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the president hard.

With just this one blow, the president's clothes were immediately riddled with holes.

Moreover, the violent thunder and lightning seemed to have enhanced Lu Xunhuan's original strength, or perhaps the poison in the president's body had not yet been eliminated.

With just this one move, the president was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

In the dim light of night, Lu Xunhuan saw the president spurting blood.

He felt more confident.

We can kill him today.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

If we don't eradicate the problem now, when will we?

He drew his dagger and thrust it into the ice, bringing himself to a stop.

Then, in order to prevent the president from running away, he flew back quickly.

The president wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling extremely shocked.

Who is the other party who can seriously injure him with one move?

Even if the remaining poison in his body has not been eliminated, even if his original internal injuries have not been fully healed.

But in this world, apart from the leader of the Shenlong Pavilion, who else has the ability to shake him?

Seeing the other party coming quickly, he quickly mobilized his strength and launched another powerful attack on Lu Xunhuan.

But when Lu Xunhuan saw him making the move, he suddenly controlled the golden hoop and flew into the air, avoiding his move.

Then, in the air, he summoned lightning again.

A thick bolt of lightning struck the president again, knocking him down.

Lu Xunhuan took advantage of the victory and continued to attack without stopping. He recited the incantation again and delivered another heavy blow downwards.

The light of lightning illuminated the night sky, making the Grand River Valley look so strange.

The violent thunder and lightning shattered the ice surface.

There was a "crash" sound.

The president fell into the water along with the broken ice and disappeared.