Chapter 372 Cross-Hand Sword Yan Ling

The cold wind was raging, and a young man carrying a basket on his back was walking slowly in the cold wind. Blizzards were flying around him, making it almost impossible to keep his eyes open.

"This... ghost weather..." The young man covered his eyes with his hands to prevent the ice and snow from attacking his eyes.

Then, he found a rock wall in the wind and snow to block the wind and snow, took out firewood from the basket behind him, and lit a bonfire.

As the bonfire burned, the young man felt much warmer. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the wind and snow around him, rubbed his hands and murmured: "This snow is really weird. There is no snow yet this morning. Why is it getting heavier and heavier?" What should we do?"

And just when he was sighing, he suddenly found a beautiful woman appearing in front of him.

The woman was wearing thin clothes and had a graceful figure, floating in the wind and snow.

"This is this?" The young man rubbed his eyes and looked again. There was indeed a woman standing in the ice and snow.

After seeing it clearly, he didn't have any thoughts at all. Instead, his scalp was about to explode. He felt as if he had encountered something terrible.

After all, who would wear such thin clothes in the wind and snow?

Isn't that seeking death?

At this time, he also thought of the story he heard when he was a child. Legend has it that when someone dies in the cold, they will turn into ghosts, and they will instinctively look for a warm place.

So they often enter people's rooms.

"You will never encounter such a thing, right?" The young man's face turned pale. Then he looked at his burning bonfire and quickly covered it with ice and snow to extinguish the fire.

After extinguishing the bonfire, the young man looked into the distance and found that the woman had disappeared.

"Did you really encounter a ghost?" He swallowed, his face turned pale, and he was a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he covered the bonfire quickly enough, otherwise the ghost would have come over.

He knew that this kind of ghost could even penetrate into people's bodies and use their flesh and blood to keep warm.

Then, the young man did not dare to stay here any longer, so he picked up the basket on his back, carried it on his back, and ran down the mountain in the wind and snow.

However, what he didn't notice was that where he left, there was a basket with wood in it.

That was the basket he carried.

And what he was carrying... was a woman who was shrugging her head.

"It's really...warm..." A comfortable moan appeared faintly in the wind and snow.

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"A martial arts school appeared in the capital?" In a teahouse, an unbelievable shout came out.

"Yes, all the masters in the world are very proud of themselves. Sword Master Mo Qiubai has done a good thing." A knight with a beard said with a smile.

"Will the Grandmaster Alliance agree?" At this time, a thin man asked.

"Of course not." The bearded man shook his head, and then said: "But so what, there were more than a dozen grandmasters who came to challenge the martial arts hall, and they were all defeated by the sword master Mo Qiubai, and even the Taoist sword Han Feng They were all killed.”

"Han Feng, the Taoist swordsman, was killed? Isn't this Mo Qiubai the new grandmaster? How can he be so strong?" A man, chewing melon seeds, came closer and asked with interest.

Hearing his words, the bearded man chuckled and said, "I don't know about that. Maybe this sword master is gifted."

"call……"

Suddenly, the teahouse's cotton curtain to block the wind and snow was pulled up.

In an instant, a cold wind swept through the entire teahouse, causing people in the teahouse to curse immediately.

Then, the two of them walked into the teahouse, the cotton curtain fell, and the cursing stopped immediately.

Because among the two people there was a big man who was about two meters tall. His size made people involuntarily fearful, especially because the thing he was carrying on his back looked about two meters long and was definitely a murder weapon.

Seeing these two people, some people even started to touch their weapons, their faces full of alertness.

"Sir, what do you want to order?" At this time, a thin man also had a lot of thinking. He immediately stepped forward and asked Li Si with a smile.

"No, I found someone."

Li Si glanced at him, then swept his eyes around the field, staring at a young man hiding in the shadows.

Then, Yan Ling came out behind him and walked towards the young man.

"Choke!" "Choke!" "Choke!"

As Yan Ling moved around, some people couldn't bear it and pulled out their weapons, with hostility in their eyes.

However, Yan Ling ignored them at all, walked straight to the young man, grabbed the young man's collar, and then walked towards Li Si with the man in hand.

And the young man was also weird. His eyes were cold and showed no intention of struggling at all, just like a dead thing.

"Okay, I found it." Li Si nodded to the thin man, then pushed open the cotton curtain and walked out.

Behind him, Yan Ling also carried the young man towards the door.

As they went out, the cotton curtain fell, and the warmth immediately returned to the teahouse.

However, although the teahouse regained its warmth, the place was filled with dead silence.

"Who was that person just now?" After a while, someone asked in a low voice.

The bearded man who spoke before now had a look of fear on his face and said, "That bald head is Yan Ling, the Hengdao Hand."

"Yan Ling? Why haven't I heard of it?" A man with a beard frowned.

Hearing his inquiry, Bearded Man shook his head and said, "There are very few people who know him in this world. When he defeated twelve grandmasters more than ten years ago, he quickly disappeared."

"Defeat twelve grandmasters? So strong?" One person heard this and was a little in disbelief.

"That's right." The bearded man nodded, and then sighed: "I didn't know this person at first, but I only found out about him recently when he did something big."

"What's the big deal?" the waiter in the store asked curiously.

"Do you know about the annihilation of the Twelve Villages in Qingshan?" The bearded man looked around and asked in a deep voice.

After hearing his words, the expressions of the people present changed immediately.

The Twelve Villages in Qingshan are the largest bandits in Wei State. There are as many as three to four thousand people in these villages. However, these villages have been wiped out recently, leaving only a few orphans and widows.

"According to rumors, it was Hengdao Shou Yan Ling who did it." The bearded man said in a low voice.

"You must be mentally ill. Even if you stand there and let him kill three or four thousand people, he still won't be able to kill them all. But I got the exact information that it was the Grandmaster Alliance that did it." The people on the side asked and laughed after hearing this. .

"I'm just telling rumors. After all, the appearance of Hengshou Dao Yanling and the Twelve Qingshan Villages was too coincidental. But it was correct that Hengshou Dao Yanling just now." Hearing this, the bearded man looked a little embarrassed.

And while they were talking, the waiter had disappeared without knowing it. At the same time, in the tea shop, a white bird flew into the sky and disappeared.