After hesitating for a moment, he still said his previous experience, his words and heart were filled with bitterness.

"There are higher areas above the saints, but many people cannot touch them. I was confident at that time and thought I could become the first breakthrough player in one fell swoop. It was precisely because of my deep thoughts that I fell deeper and ended up with this fate."

No one said anything, just listened to him quietly. He, who had already reached the pinnacle of the saint, has now retreated greatly. Although he is still in the cultivation level of a saint, he can no longer defeat those outsiders who have violated the Li family as thirty years ago.

"Time is forbidden."

"Wait, as long as Zixuan can refine the Yuanyang Pill, your dissipated cultivation will be restored and you can even reach the peak again, but there is less than a month left. Whether Zixuan can find the last herb depends on his own opportunity."

Li Tianxing glanced at Qingfeng, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant. He only knew that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, just like he did back then.

"If Zixuan didn't bring the herbs back, he wouldn't think of eating what I made again." Li Yueran looked angry. You know, she had been a housewife for several people for a long time in Xingyue Villa, so she couldn't just make him cheap, even if she fucked her younger brother.

"Ah Yeh..."

Ning Zixuan, who was walking on the road, sneezed unknowingly. He rubbed his nose, tightened his big cotton jacket and frowned: "I can't have cold air in my body, right? It's no problem, I feel."

He didn't think much about continuing to walk towards the northernmost direction. As time went by, fewer and fewer people were getting older, and the climate dropped from minus twenty degrees to about forty degrees.

"I won't come to the North Pole anymore if I'm beaten to death. It's not as cold as here. There are no people living in this place. It's so miserable now, where can I find it?" Ning Zixuan muttered as he walked.

Just as he was planning to speed up and search further away, he found that there seemed to be a little light in the snow, because the light was very weak during the day, and perhaps only a cultivator like Ning Zixuan could see it clearly.

He rushed over without thinking. He hadn't had a rest for several days, and even if there were no clues, he could find a place to settle down.

He could see clearly before he came to the light that there was a dilapidated cottage under the thick snow, with doors and windows tightly closed.

Ning Zixuan extended his spiritual body and walked through the wooden door, and began to look at the environment inside like a ghost. Whether it was the room or the toilet, there was no empty figure.

"Is there no one living here? No matter what, let's go in first."

He withdrew his spiritual body and carefully pushed open the door. He looked like a thief. The old Gao, who was lit up with his toes, walked in step by step, found a stool and sat down, and then he let out a big sigh.

"Let's sit down first, ah~ I'm so sleepy."

He stretched his waist, and the comfortable feeling of the bones in his body made him unable to help but make a sound. Afterwards, he actually felt that the sound just now was a bit obscene. As he thought about it, he leaned on the stool and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ning Zixuan felt something moving outside. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked through the crack of the door and saw that it was a thin old man with a snow-white animal on his back. I don’t know what it was.

"Not good, I have to find a place to hide it first!"

He looked left and right, and finally locked in the target: the toilet!

Without thinking, he filled it in. As soon as he entered, he felt that his wise move was to dig his own grave. This toilet really smelled his new understanding of the toilet. But now the old man had arrived at the door. It was impossible to find a place again. He could only hold his breath and be a ninja.

The thin old man walked in, turned his eyes around and looked at his house. His originally dry old face became more and more wrinkled and tighter: "Who is here at my home? Come out for me!"

Ning Zixuan was stunned. Damn, I was actually a Chinese old man who spoke Chinese!

After hesitating for a while, Ning Zixuan still walked out. The first point was because the toilet was so stinking that he couldn't resist it at all. The second point was because the old man was also a Chinese, so he probably wouldn't have any grudges against him. The third point... there was no third point.

"Hello, uncle, hehe." He saw him covering his nose and walked out with a silly smile.

Hearing the same language as himself, the thin old man's brows stretched out, but he was still alert and asked to Ning Zixuan who was smirking: "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes."

"Why are you in my home, and what are you doing in the north?"

"I came to find something to save people. Because I didn't have a rest on foot for several days, I just passed by and came in to take a look. I thought it was an empty house with no one and the door was not locked, so I came in." Ning Zixuan answered truthfully. It must be not easy for an old man to survive in this snowy mountain, and it is not a secret.

"Look for something? Save someone? What to look for? Who to save?"

The thin old man asked whatever he heard, like a curious baby, but Ning Zixuan answered all this question, just shook his head and said, "I can't tell you who saves someone, but I can tell you what I'm looking for, the name is Ice Crystal Xianglan Kui, which is a medicinal plant. I wonder if I have heard of it?"

The thin old man fell into deep thought and then spoke again: "What do you want Ice Crystal Xianglan Kui to do?"

Ning Zixuan had to turn against her temper when she heard that no matter how good she was, she seemed to know the herbs like Ice Crystal Xianglan Kui. All the loves to answer: "Save people..."

"Oh, you just said it!"

Ning Zixuan couldn't bear it anymore and shouted directly at the old man: "You know I said it too, so you can ask about chicken legs!"

"Not to mention, I love chicken legs."

Then the thin old man sat down on his own, then put the white thing on his back aside, then started a fire, and finally pulled out the white fluffy hair. The whole process was extremely skillful, and soon the thing was hung on and baked.

After all, he clapped his hands and sat back on the stool: "I know where Ice Crystal Xianglan Kui is, but that place is very dangerous, and it is on the top of the mountain with a high altitude and a temperature of about minus 80 to 100 degrees Celsius. I don't think about it."

"Where is it?" Ning Zixuan was excited when he heard that there was really Bingjing Xianglan Kui. After searching for so long, he finally had a look!

"I said, you can't get it, go back."

"Do you think I can't get to that mountain?"

The thin old man turned his head over the barbecue and turned back when he heard this: "I know you are also a practitioner. Although I can't tell what kind of path you are practicing, my feelings tell me that it's not an evil path, I told you that I really do exist in the Ice Crystal Xianglan Kui."

"If you really want to go, I can tell you clearly, but you think I, an old man in the Saint Realm, can't stand it and climb to the top. Do you think you can? Think about it carefully, saving people is important, but because of this, you will have to lose it."

Ning Zixuan was shocked. This old man was actually a saint's cultivation level?! But in a flash, he felt relieved. It was impossible to take him without some strength in such a place, but this saint could not bear the zero-to-100 degrees Celsius? Isn't it funny?

Although he was puzzled, he did not mention it, but just nodded silently, wanting to hear him continue.

"Hey, you haven't realized the danger here yet?"

"No, the zero-1000 is not an impact on me at all. If this makes it difficult for you, a saint warrior, to move forward, then you are afraid you are a fake saint."

"You...oh, forgot, if you want to go, don't blame me for not reminding you, anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

The thin old man pointed his fingers in one direction, and saw his fingers brightly, and then turned into a phantom of a bird, signaling Ning Zixuan to follow it. Before leaving, he asked him if he wanted to finish eating before leaving. The thing that he didn't know was about to cook.

Although he was greedy, it was up to him whether Sister Yue Ran’s grandfather could survive. He simply stopped delaying and followed the phantom and went out of the cabin.

The thin old man looked at the wooden door that had just been closed and shook his head: "I admire this kind of courage for a boy who is still young, but it's a pity."

I opened my mouth and bit it at the newly roasted thing. I swallowed my stomach without putting any ingredients in it.

Again between this snow-white snow-capped mountain, if it weren't for the phantom of the little bird, he would have been lost.

"This skinny old man is not playing with me, it's been two hours yet!" He complained and followed closely behind, fearing that he would lose it.

After another two hours, he finally arrived at the foot of a steep mountain. At first glance, the mountain was at least twice as high as the surrounding ones. The bird's shadow was dim and finally disappeared. He raised his foot and walked forward again.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, he moved the majestic spiritual energy in his body, stepped on the ground hard, and the thick white snow scattered everywhere, and was blown into the air by the strong wind. The earth under the snow quickly cracked, and the whole person jumped up and rushed into the sky.

In just a few breaths, he reached the hillside of the mountain, and his body felt no discomfort.

"At this level, the old man could be afraid of being like that. I really don't know if he is a saint."

But shortly after his words fell, his body rushing upwards stopped at two-thirds of the mountainside. It was not what he stopped himself, but was suppressed by an invisible force, and as soon as he touched it, he would be ejected away by that force.

"Is this the reason why the thin old man himself can't get up?"

After trying several times, it was useless. Ning Zixuan could only lower his body and land on a snowy ground. Then he walked upward step by step, and walked to the parallel position that he could not reach. He reached out and leaned over.

"Yeah? It's over?" As his palm passed by without being blocked, he looked at his right hand with a puzzled look on his face.
Chapter completed!