Chapter 65 (1/2)

At noon, the sun hung in the sky, sending out hot sunshine, turning the whole land into a furnace.

Gu Qingshan stopped the team and was resting in the shade of trees. At the moment, they were not far away from Blackwater city. According to the speed before, they could arrive before dusk.

Due to the fact that they were all from Xifeng City, the young soldiers who accompanied them had a good relationship. During their rest, they talked in a low voice or exchanged martial arts, and the atmosphere was especially harmonious.

Chu Xingyun sits in front of Shuishui Xiang, with spiritual power Lingering between his fingers, just like invisible gossamer, running in the body of Shuishui incense.

”It's true that the cold is getting worse. From today on, take one Baiyang pill every three days to curb the growth of cold Qi. In addition, we must not activate spiritual power, otherwise the cold will grow faster.”

Chu Xingyun's voice was a little heavy, which made Shuixiang nod and pursed her lips, as if she were a child who had done something wrong.

As soon as she opened her mouth and was about to speak, Chu Xingyun said again: ”generally speaking, the coldness of Jiuhan Jue pulse has been controlled. As long as I arrive at the Imperial City, I am confident that I can fully control it. By then, Liuxiang, you will not have to suffer from the cold, but your strength will become more and more powerful. In the future, even I will be unmatched.”

With that, Chu Xingyun kneaded Shuixiang's long hair, and with a confident smile on his face, chuxingyun suddenly became very relieved. When he got to his throat, he swallowed again.

”It's a bit of a sentiment for you to flirt in the wild mountains and mountains.” At this time, a voice of incomparable indifference rolled in, like thunder, exploded in everyone's mind.

People looked at the sound source. There, I don't know when a beautiful woman in white appeared. She stepped out of the void. With each step, the temperature of the whole space dropped a lot.

When this beautiful woman came to the crowd, it was no longer hot, but became extremely cold. The thick frost covered the ground and reflected the cold light through the sunlight.

”Lin Bingli!” Chu Xingyun's voice is very deep. This beautiful woman is Lin Bingli, the elder of Jiuhan palace.

When the crowd saw this scene, they all shut their mouths and did not dare to say more.

Although they don't know Lin Bingli's identity, the cold air emanating from Lin Bingli gives them a sense of suffocation. It seems that if they move a little, their bodies will be frozen into ice sculptures.

Even Gu Qingshan, who lived in the land and spirit realm, was so stiff that he had to watch.

”I didn't expect that you were weak in strength, but there were many means. You could even think of using pills to contain the cold, so as to delay the outbreak of nine cold Jue pulse.” Lin Bingli looks at Chu Xingyun in the eyes, in addition to surprise, but also with a bit of embarrassment.

On that day, Chu Xingyun said in front of her that he would rely on his own means to curb the cold in Shuixiang. Lin Bingli was very disdainful. He thought Chu Xingyun was a frog at the bottom of the well, and did not know the horror of Jiuhan Jue Mai.

Even, Lin Bingli also put down his bold words, saying that Chu Xingyun would kneel down in front of her and beg her to accept liushuixiang.

Every word of that day is still in my ears, but the result is totally beyond Lin Bingli's expectation. Chu Xingyun has really contained the cold of Jiuhan Jue pulse!

”I Chu Xingyun never said empty words. On that day, I had promised Liuxiang to help her contain the cold of Jiuhan Jue pulse. Then I would certainly do it and never break my promise.” Chu Xingyun block in front of the water fragrance, the voice is sonorous and powerful.

The expression on Lin Bingli's face was even more ugly. He looked deeply at Chu Xingyun. Then, he looked relaxed and said in a flat tone: ”I admit, I really underestimated you. Now you can get out of the way.”

”What does that mean?” Chu Xingyun's expression was slightly coagulated, and he clasped his palm on the handle of the sword. The sword did not come out of its sheath, but his fierce and sharp spirit was already blooming and shrouded around his body.