Xiaonan was in the Ming Dynasty, and because of his good talent and appearance, he was immediately taken over by a pretty elder at the Liuyun Palace recruitment office. Although it still needs many tests to become a formal disciple, she has begun to collect some information from the Liuyun Palace on those cheap masters and senior brothers.

Yun Zhen, Zi Yan and others were ready to go in the Dao Sect, waiting for the most favorable moment to give the final blow to Liuyun Palace.

"Senior, how are you doing in the past few days?" Yaorao opened the messaging crystal and asked about the safety of Qilin King.

"Ah, I'm living a good life. Every day I travel around, the Lord of Rose City sent four or five urging posts." King Qilin's smiling face appeared in the crystal projection phantom. "You should be careful when you attack the judges of the rock. Is that old sheep reliable? You should also be more careful with him." He reminded him with concern.

"Okay! I know. That guy is a bit weird, but it doesn't feel that it will harm us." Yaorao believed in her heart. Although Lao Yang kept silent about how he learned about the secret path of the Dream City Lord's Mansion. But his purpose also cleared the evil heads of all directions who were killing people and let the people of Shirakawa live a better life?

"Well, you're not wrong to be careful in everything anyway, remember to keep in touch at any time." The Qilin King cut off the image of the teleportation crystal. Under the gaze of Qianying and others, he couldn't talk to Yaorao for too long, so as not to cause unnecessary speculation.

Three days passed quickly. Without collecting new information about the judge of the Rock, Yaorao and Long Jue had to go to the Qingji wheat field outside the city to find out. I hope that the mysterious ruler of Panshi City could come to the deserted Qingji field alone like the old sheep broke the news.

Yaorao and Long Jue have been watching Lao Yang tightly for the past three days, but in order to prevent Lao Yang from running out to report to others or be careful when they left, Yaorao still tied him up and threw him into the broken wooden room.

There is an open valley in the western suburbs of Panshi City. Although the snow does not melt all year round, the ice layer is covered with a thin layer of frozen soil. This thin land is the hotbed for the growth of green rice.

The advanced god of war does not need food, but as an ordinary resident of the outer resident of Panshi City, this is the food for a year to make a living.

Looking around, the monotonous greystone and white snow are radiating different vitality from other regions here. Green and yellow wheat grass grows densely on the ground. Although the stems and leaves are not high, heavy wheat ears are also falling on the branches.

Qingjitian covers a vast land and cannot see the end at first sight. Although there are heavy troops guarding all over the world, it is a pity that the ordinary god of war can't defend Yaorao and Longjue.

The two of them hid the air to an extremely high place, avoided the guard's net of knowledge, and hid in the snow and landed quietly among the ridges.

The two were silently dormant in the ice and snow, because Yaorao remembered that the last battle of Xue Thirteen in the Daylight Plain was lurking under the snow for several days and nights, and finally killed an elder of a major sect who was several levels stronger than him.

So she and Long Jue also dug two deep pits in the ice and snow, and were immersed in the cold snow. Fortunately, she and Long Jue both had divine fire to protect their bodies, and they were not as cold as Xue Thirteen, who was almost disabled for life.

The sound of the wind passed by the head. In order to suppress the pressure extremely, Yao Rao and Long Jue did not even send out their spiritual consciousness. They could only erect their ears and listen to the rustling sound of the wheat pole blown down by the wind to determine whether anyone was coming.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, I squatted from the early morning to the evening. However, the sound of the wind in my ears has not changed.

Damn old sheep! Let's bury his bones in this pit!

The enchanting clenched her fist, and just as she gritted her teeth and beat the old sheep with her heart countless times, the sound of wheat grass falling from her ears suddenly changed!

Sand! Sand! Sand! Sand!

The sound of people's footsteps from far to near, with a heavy pressure!

The falling snow in the sky seemed to stop at this moment, and Yaorao heard the sound of her heartbeat.

"Thank God for giving these poor people food." The low voice of offering sacrifices to heaven echoed in the sky, and someone fell to the ground and prayed devoutly.

"But this endless suffering... will there really be a day that will end?" The man kneeling in the field sighed sadly!

Is this...the judge of the Rock?

The enchanting eyes shrank, and I could hear the familiar feeling in the voice!

Old sheep!

You are a cheater!

The enchanting suddenly exploded from the snow! His eyes stood in the blizzard with a dark look on the wind!

The woman's long hair is as dark as ink, and her goose feathers are particularly black and distinct in the heavy snow. Her red lips are red. Her eyes contain the divine light of heaven and earth are looking at the black armor crawling on the ground and praying devoutly to the sky!

"Old sheep! You're so cheating!"

The enchanting and roaring coldly standing in the air.

"Since you are the judge, you must come early! Do you want to freeze me to death?" Yaorao and Long Jue had such a prediction about the identity of Lao Yang in their hearts, but they were just not sure.

"It's not my fault!"

The rumbled figure in the wheat field shamelessly spread his palms. At this time, the old sheep had already changed into a majestic clothes. The black armor and heart protection mirror reflected an indescribable metallic luster in the evening sunset. The cloak behind him roared in the wind, and the three scars on his cheeks were not abrupt at all. Instead, they looked extremely domineering under this mighty dress.

The old sheep stretched out his wrist in grievance and shone out traces of the ropes on his skin to Yaorao and Long Jue.

"It's because you tied me too tightly that I struggled for a day before I escaped from the rope, otherwise I would have come." Shamelessly put the shit basin upside down on Yao Rao and Long Jue's body.

I have seen shameless people, but such shameless people are not the first, but I can still rank in Yaorao's heart.

"Bah! I clearly left a living button behind you." Long Jue, who personally tied the old sheep into pork belly, looked disdainful and exposed his lie.

"Why didn't I find out? You remembered it wrongly." Old Yang scratched his head, looking very innocent.
Chapter completed!