"There are top-level strong men fighting."

Liu Zongyuan's expression became more and more serious.

Ye Qingyu also nodded and looked southwest.

At this time, the airship where he and others were flying for four or five days, had already penetrated into the hinterland of the Blizzard Icefield. The front battlefield of [Operation Wind] was obviously on the edge of the Blizzard Icefield. The battle between the opponent had already begun. It must have entered a state of close handover and intertwined with dogs. Decades of confrontation and fighting have made both sides very powerful, and there would be no large-scale annihilation war. Today, it has obviously reached the point where the top strong men of both sides have fought.

Ye Qingyu didn’t know what the military’s planning was.

But since the battle begins, it means everything goes smoothly.

The strong man who emits the first martial arts essence should be a human commander in Youyan's army. Could it be that the second bloody and evil martial arts essence is sent by that person?

That person has appeared?

Ye Qingyu thought in his heart.

At this time—

"Okay, it's time for us to start." Mr. Liu said, pulling the front robe up and tying it around his waist. His body was as straight as a javelin. He walked forward a few steps, stood at the bow of the airship, and slowly adjusting his breathing, as if the warrior adjusted his state before the war.

A soldier brought a huge bluestone desk with a snow-white animal skin scroll.

The scroll unfolded, and there was a blank space on it.

Shutong Xing'er stood in front of the bluestone desk and took out a flying bear butterfly flower inkstone, an inch of dragon blood treasure ink, and a piece of blue black ice from the treasure bag she had stored.

He dissolved the black ice with the heat in his palm, took off the dragon blood treasure ink a little bit, placed it in the Feixiong inkstone, and began to grind it with a metal that looked like a blunt sword. Under the gentle movement, the dragon blood treasure ink soon melted in the Feixiong inkstone. At first glance, the ink that seemed to be red blood appeared little by little, and a faint strange ink fragrance began to spread in the air, with a sense of pleasure that made people relaxed and mentally.

Xing'er's movements are gentle, and her every move is stretched like a dancing, as if it contains the charm of the way of heaven.

It was the first time Ye Qingyu has seen someone who could do such trivial matters as grinding ink, so full of beauty.

The airship had started quietly and slowly swam out of the clouds.

Then the airship's height decreases.

The white clouds gradually became thinner.

Ye Qingyu looked down and finally could see everything below clearly.

He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

What a vast ice and snow continent with silver snake dancing on the mountain and wax figures!

Although it can be imagined just from the name of Blizzard Ice Field, this continent is a cold place completely covered in ice and snow, but when you see the endless white snow field with your own eyes, the ice peaks like long swords that are accidentally left to the mortal world by gods, and look at the huge ice cracks that are like dragons walking on the dragons, Ye Qingyu was still shocked. A world composed of ice and snow is simply too beautiful and strange, like a fairyland.

A world completely ruled by ice and snow.

No wonder the demon clan here is called the snow demon clan.

"Everyone beware!"

Liu Zongyuan shouted softly and asked the soldiers under his command to be on guard.

The soldiers who were also shocked by the beautiful scenery of the wind and snow immediately woke up.

Ye Qingyu also quickly regained his mind.

He knew that although this ice and snow world was beautiful, it was only suitable for viewing from a distance. If you really lived in such an environment, it would be a terrible experience. The moment of bitter and cold burst was enough to take away countless lives. There was no vegetation or food, and I didn’t know how the demon clan survived in such a harsh environment.

No wonder over the years, the snow demon tribe has dreamed of going south to Youyan Pass and occupying the territory of the Snow Country.

Everything is for the survival and reproduction of race.

At some point, Mr. Liu was already holding a red brush in his hands.

These two pens are very unique. Each one is as thick as a child's arm, simple and vicissitudes. The pen body has a dragon's carvings, and the tip is full. I don't know which creature's hair is made of. After dipping in the dragon's blood treasure ink, it also emits a faint light, as if it were two stars blooming in the dark night, which is dazzling.

Mr. Liu waved his hands at the same time, and the tip of his pen kept slashing across the snow-white scroll.

The writing is like a god.

Ye Qingyu looked carefully and saw that what Mr. Liu painted was the topography of the Blizzard Ice Field below.

Wherever the airship passed, everything below was taken in his eyes by Mr. Liu and painted it on the scroll.

He wrote the pen very fast. He could draw it on the snow-white scroll immediately with just a glance, and it was not bad at all. With just a few strokes, he drew everything within a few miles below the airship on the scroll. The lines were smooth, and when he saw it, everything on the scroll seemed to be alive, as if the terrain would break out of the scroll, presenting it to people like a virtual projection.

What a superb painting skill!

Near the Tao.

Ye Qingyu now understood a little why Mr. Liu was assigned to carry out such a dangerous mission that penetrated the heart of the enemy.

If he really travels all over the Blizzard Icefield, then everything in the demon clan here will be almost gone. If this mission can be successfully completed, the Youyan army will be well aware of everything on the Blizzard Icefield. In the future, military operations against the demon court will have a higher chance of winning.

At this time, Ye Qingyu suddenly felt that his task this time was not of low importance at all.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Half an hour later, the snow-white scrolls on the bluestone desk were already full of paintings.

Dragon Blood Treasure Ink, it can be dried immediately after the pen is finished.

Mr. Liu exhaled a long breath, his body was steaming hot. Obviously, it was also an extremely mentally consuming event for such a long time.

The soldier next to him immediately rolled up the snow-white scroll and carried it into the cabin.

Another snow-white scroll was spread on the bluestone desk.

Xing'er continued to grind the ink with her head down, as if he had sunk all his mind into something like grinding the ink.

Mr. Liu adjusted his breathing, and while his mental state was recovering, he held a pen in his hands and began to write and paint.

Ye Qingyu's eyes fell on Mr. Liu, observing his expression when painting, observing his determination when writing, observing the naturalness when the tip of the pen fell on the scroll, observing the mystery when the lines like antelope hanging their horns appeared on the scroll... For some reason, Ye Qingyu felt that something was touched in his heart. It was a mysterious and mysterious, as if he could realize something in the next moment, but he was always a little short of it, and the feeling of being unable to see it clearly, like a cat's claw scratching through the shoe, which made people crazy.

One side.

Liu Zongyuan's eyes fell on Ye Qingyu, and after being stunned, he was suddenly shocked.

He found that Ye Qingyu was like an old monk entering into meditation, and the breath in his whole body became distant, giving him a natural and consistent feeling.

Liu Zongyuan has only seen this kind of aura in a few top-level strong men such as Liu Suifeng, the commander of the Forward Camp.

Moreover, at this time, Ye Qingyu's expression continued to change, just like an apostle who listened to the Dharma, he heard the wonderful things, and the expression on his face changed instantly, which was a manifestation of immersed in the Tao.

"Mr. Liu is known as the [Painting Saint] in Youyanguan. Although he does not have force, he is said to have a painting skill that is almost as good as painting into the Tao. It is rumored that the Taoist rhyme produced by Mr. Liu when he paints has a kind of idea of ​​returning to nature. Even Lord Lu, the God of War in Youyan, once sighed for it. It's a pity that ordinary people cannot sense that breath. How old is Ye Qingyu? Could it be that he can actually understand the law of Taoism following nature?"

Liu Zongyuan was extremely shocked.

He just paid full attention to Mr. Liu's paintings. Although it was of little help, he definitely did not react as exaggeratedly as Ye Qingyu.

"This young man is amazing. In time, he might really be the backbone of Youyan Pass."

Thinking of this, Liu Zongyuan changed his mind and suddenly had an idea. He decided to walk around and get close to Ye Qingyu in the next days. At least now, if he has a friendship, if Ye Qingyu really grows up in the future, it will definitely be beneficial or harmless.

Time passes.

"call……"

Mr. Liu exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

He finally stopped writing.

The second snow-white scroll was also drawn.

A layer of fine and dense beads of sweat oozed out on Mr. Liu's forehead.

His spirit was a little bit disappointed.

The soldier rolled up the painted scroll and took it away to save it.

The third snow-white scroll was soon spread out again.

Mr. Liu moved his muscles and was about to pick up his pen and draw again, and saw Ye Qingyu beside him still having an expression of anger, joy, sadness, crazy, and completely immersed in an inexplicable state. He couldn't help but feel stunned. In addition to being surprised, he couldn't help but think of another thing.

That was more than ten years ago, and there was a person who showed such an expression when he was painting, and he was fascinated by the way...

That person was equally young, heroic, and full of spirit at that time.

Unfortunately, that man has now become the biggest rebel in the history of the empire.

In a moment of trance, Mr. Liu almost thought it was time to go back to the scene of that year.

This situation is really too similar to that of the past.

boom!

A roar of the earth suddenly came from under the airship.

Everyone was shocked on the airship.

Ye Qingyu suddenly woke up from the state of meditation.

"What happened?"

He looked at everyone blankly.

However, Liu Zongyuan quickly arrived at the side of the ship and looked down.

"The snow dragon turns over... Everyone, please note that there is a snow dragon nest below!" After seeing it, Liu Zongyuan's expression changed drastically and immediately ordered the soldiers to be alert and ready to fight at any time.

The soldiers on the deck all started to move.

Ye Qingyu came to the side of the boat and looked down.

The ice field below suddenly became like sea water and rose and rose, and a large amount of snow mist and ice chips boiled. You can vaguely see giants over a thousand meters long crawling in the ice layer of snow mist, like a mad dragon swimming in the ocean. Wherever you pass, the ice layer shatters, the ice peaks collapsed, and the ground shattered like liquid...

The giant figure was snow-white all over, with vague scales, which looked extremely terrifying, and was running through the ice.

"There is actually a snow dragon nest here? The snow dragon is one of the main battle demon species of the [Nanqing Legion]. It seems that this area should be the hidden military outpost of the demon race." Mr. Liu looked at it for a while and showed a smile on his face: "Okay, I finally gain something. Come, come and bring a pen, I want to record these."

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Chapter completed!