Chapter 2177: Reborn

Qing'er is now looking at the vast expanse of whiteness all around, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Master, where should I start?"

Han, remember observing the surroundings, and found that there was really no difference.

"Find a way to melt it!" Han only said this, what exactly did he mean? He still didn't understand it. He could only take it one step at a time.

Qing'er first experimented with his own firepower, although after what happened in the maple forest just now, he could be a firepower rush, and if he was outside, he would definitely be a master. But in your magic defense circle, his tiny flames were still too little for this large piece of snow.

Trying to melt a piece of snow with one's own power. This is simply a fantasy, ridiculous.

But what can he do? If he does nothing and stays like this, his body will become cold. In the end, she and the master will freeze to death in this snow.

So with the help of Han, she released her magic power over and over again to warm herself up.

Time passed by minute by minute, Qing'er felt as if a year had passed, and you just persisted fearlessly.

"Qing'er, stop, you are just wasting your mana." Han felt that if he continued like this, it would be counterproductive again.

Counterproductive? So this time, should we think in reverse?

"Qing'er, we just came out of the maple forest and learned to use fire. But fire is useless. On the contrary, the fire just burned more and more vigorously."

"So..." Qing'er was also thoughtful. "We encountered ice and snow, so should we use ice and snow again?"

"Try it, it's better than not trying and standing still!"

"Okay, I'll try it." Qing'er immediately started to cast the spell, and Han also helped.

After a while, the snow they put down was even heavier than the previous one.

But this time they did not achieve the expected effect, and the snowflakes they released did not absorb this piece of whiteness. And it increased his energy. It was originally just a drifting snow environment, and after they released the snow, the north wind began to blow. The biting cold wind lowered the temperature by another ten degrees in just a moment, and the two people who were originally able to move were shivering with cold.

"It seems that this method doesn't work, stop it!"

The two people immediately stopped their hands, and the cold wind stopped after they stopped for a long time. The temperature only rose a little bit, and there was no warming trend at all.

What to do now? They fell into despair again.

Han once again used his big sleeves to protect Qing'er in his arms, hoping to give her a little warmth.

Because he didn't feel cold at all. But Qing'er was shivering.

"Master, aren't you cold like this?"

"Warm yourself up, Master is not cold!"

"Don't lie to me!"

"Don't worry, I'm really not cold!"

Not cold? Han realized the problem. Why didn't he feel cold? Because his cultivation was higher than Qing'er, and the moves he learned were also related to ice. After a long period of cultivation, he now has amazing bones and is different from ordinary people, so his degree of heat is also different from others! So he didn't feel cold in this place with snowflakes.

So that's where the problem lies! Han finally got enlightened and understood the meaning of this exam.

Qing'er, as Han Bing's disciple, wanted to comprehend a very high level of cultivation. It was impossible not to stretch her muscles and move her bones. It was like, if you want to sing, you must practice a good posture. You must master the basic skills. If you can't even practice your posture, then no matter how high your martial arts are, you will have nowhere to use them. It will be a castle in the air.

After understanding this, Han stopped caring about him and let him develop freely. But he was a disciple alone.

Qing'er tried his best in the snow, and had long forgotten that his master was no longer around. He was still in a desperate posture. He released flames and ice for a while, trying all the methods he could think of. Of course, the result was definitely in vain.

As time went by, Qing'er's strength was gradually used up. He gradually felt dizzy, his forehead was throbbing with pain, his temples seemed to be hit, and his eyes were black and white, as if he was seeing stars.

He gradually began to become dizzy, his body temperature continued to drop, and his fingertips and toes became cold. He felt that he was about to faint.

But he kept insisting, keeping himself awake, as if there was a voice in his mind, saying this to him.

"Don't faint! Don't faint!" As long as he maintains his current state, at least he will win.

So he closed his eyes, calmed down, and stopped casting spells.

So he just listened to the whistling wind, buried in the snow, and Zheng Han had been hiding behind him.

His limbs were frozen very stiff and he had lost consciousness. Because the outside world was too white, his eyes were also closed by himself. His ears were his only sense now. So he could only rely on hearing to the outside world.

So he listened carefully to the wind roaring around him.

He listened carefully to the sound of rain falling and turning into snow.

He listened carefully to every sound,

feeling how the snow entered his nose and became his breath.

Feeling his heartbeat and his steps along the way.

Feeling all the hardships he encountered along the way.

And his burning heart seemed to be frozen in this endless snow!

Yes, even if her body is cold, her heart is blood red! His mind is active! His blood is flowing!

So he finally heard and felt it!