Although he was in a good mood, he did not forget his mission. His primary goal now was to first figure out where this place was.

After just admiring the beautiful scenery for a moment, Liang Yan took steps again and walked down the mountain road, intending to see if there were any other cultivators here.

He was walking down the mountain road for about half a cup of tea when he suddenly heard singing coming from the forest.

Just listen to people singing: There are strange beasts in the mountains, carrying grass to offer fairy wine, thousands of strands of troubled threads in the world, drunk with a cup of bright moon, and forget the mountains and rivers again, the old man came to ask, laughing at him in his dream, there is no more in the world

Where do I come from?

The singing is loud and clear, passing through the forest and harmonizing with the spring breeze in the mountains, and it sounds very special.

Liang Yan was curious, so he walked towards the forest beside the road and pushed aside the branches and leaves in front of him. He soon saw a man with a slightly rough appearance walking slowly from the hillside.

This man was dressed in coarse linen clothes and dressed as a woodcutter. He was carrying a bundle of dry firewood behind his back and a red wine gourd in his hand. He was drinking and singing.

"strangeness."

After seeing this person, Liang Yan had a look of doubt on his face.

This woodcutter is not an ordinary person. His cultivation is already at the middle stage of the Juyuan Realm. However, he does not fly in the air, nor does he use any magical powers. He only uses an ordinary iron ax to cut through the thorns in the forest.

It is really like a worldly woodcutter who goes up the mountain to chop wood and returns home with a full load.

At the beginning, Liang Yan suspected that the hatchet in his hand was a magic weapon, or that the firewood behind him was some kind of natural treasure.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that these things are extremely ordinary and have no spirituality at all.

Liang Yan was curious and did not hide his aura. The woodcutter walked and sang. After a while, he also discovered Liang Yan in the forest.

"We meet by chance. I don't know who Taoist friend is here. Lu is so polite!" The woodcutter's voice came from afar, and he looked very enthusiastic.

Liang Yan originally intended to get acquainted with him, but he didn't expect the other party to be so polite. He couldn't help but smile slightly and said loudly: "Liang Zhidao, I don't know that this place is the cave of fellow Taoist. If there is any disturbance, please forgive me!"

"Fellow Taoist was joking. This is Wangxia Mountain. Anyone nearby can go up the mountain. This is Lu's cave." The woodcutter laughed.

"Wangxia Mountain?"

Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was rumbling.

Due to the intertwined forces of all parties, there is no detailed map of Antarctic Fairy Continent, but as the master of Bihai Palace in Wushuang City, of course he can still see some rough maps.

At this time, Liang Yan racked his brains and couldn't think of any mountain range in Antarctica called "Wangxia Mountain".

Although he was a little suspicious in his heart, Liang Yan did not show it and still had a faint smile on his face.

"It was Liang who was abrupt. Liang came here unexpectedly for some special reasons. I wonder which of the 'Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities' is under the jurisdiction of this place?"

"What's 'seven mountains and twelve cities'? I've never heard of it!"

This time, it was the woodcutter's turn to be a little surprised.

He looked at Liang Yan again and asked curiously: "Are the seven mountains and twelve cities the terrain of your tribe? Is it that the scenery in the mountains is particularly beautiful and the wine in the city is particularly mellow?"

"this"

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment by his question and couldn't turn his head around for a while.

But soon, he realized something and spoke again: "If you don't know the Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities, then do you know about the 'Antarctic Fairy Continent'?"

This time, Liang Yan put away his smile and looked a little solemn.

Seeing that he suddenly became serious, the woodcutter stopped joking, tried to think back for a moment, and finally shook his head and said: "I'm really sorry, Lu really can't remember where I heard of 'Antarctica'.

Xianzhou'."

Hearing the woodcutter's answer, although Liang Yan's expression didn't change much, his heart was filled with turmoil.

"Where exactly is this place? Am I no longer in the Antarctic Fairy Continent?"

Thanks to: Qingfeng Mingyue999 for the reward!
Chapter completed!