Qing'er now looked at the vast white surroundings, feeling a little at a loss.
"Master, where should I start?"
Han Tian, remember to observe the surroundings and find that there is really no difference.
"Find a way to melt it away!"
Han Tian only said this, what did he mean?
I don’t understand it now.
We can only take one step at a time.
Qing'er first experimented with his own firepower. Although after what happened in Maple Leaf Forest, he can now be said to have skyrocketing firepower. If he were outside, he would definitely be a master.
But in your magical defensive circle, his tiny flames are still too few for this large area of snow.
Trying to use one person's power to melt a snowfield.
This is simply a fantasy and ridiculous.
But what can he do?
If you do nothing and stay like this, your body will become cold.
In the end, she and her master will freeze to death in this snow.
So with Han Tian's help, she released her magic power over and over again to keep herself warm.
Time passes minute by minute, and Qing'er feels as if a year has passed. Just now you were persisting fearlessly.
"Qing'er, stop, you're just wasting your mana." Han Tian felt that if he continued like this, it would be counterproductive again, counterproductive?
So do we have to think in the opposite direction this time?
"Qing'er, we just came out of the maple leaf forest and learned how to use fire.
But fire is of no use.
On the contrary, the fire was burning more and more fiercely. "
"So..." Qing'er, you were also thoughtful.
"Even if we encountered ice and snow, should we use ice and snow again?"
"Try it, it's better than not trying it and standing still!"
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Qing'er immediately started to cast spells, and Han Tian was also helping.
After a while, the snow they fell was heavier than the sky.
But this time they did not achieve the expected results. The snowflakes they released did not absorb the vast whiteness.
And it increased his energy. In the environment where it was just snow all over the sky, after they released the snow, a north wind started to blow.
The biting cold wind dropped the temperature by another ten degrees in just an instant, and the two of them who could originally move were shivering with cold.
"It seems like this method won't work either. Stop now!"
The two men immediately stopped their hands. After a while, the cold wind stopped.
The temperature has only risen a little, with no warming trend at all.
What to do now?
Once again they were in a desperate situation.
Han Tian once again used his big sleeves to protect Qing'er in his arms, hoping to give her a little warmth.
Because he didn't feel cold at all.
But Qing'er was trembling.
"Master, aren't you cold like this?"
"Please warm yourself up, Master, it's not cold!"
"Stop lying!"
"Don't worry, I'm really not cold!"
not cold?
Only then did Han Tian realize the problem.
Why doesn't he feel cold?
Because his cultivation level is higher than that of Qing'er, and the moves he learned are also related to ice, after a long period of practice, he now has amazing bones and is different from ordinary people, so his degree of heat is also different from others. Same! So he didn't feel cold in this place where snowflakes were falling.
It turns out that the problem lies here! Han Tian finally had an enlightenment and understood the significance of this exam.
As a disciple of Hanbing, if Qing'er wants to understand a very high level of cultivation.
It is impossible to move her bones without helping her stretch her muscles. This is like if you want to sing, you must develop a good figure.
You must master the basic skills well. If you can't even develop your body, then no matter how advanced you learn martial arts, you will have nowhere to go and it will be a castle in the air.
After understanding this, Han Tian stopped caring about him and allowed him to develop freely.
But he stepped aside alone.
Qing'er tried her best in the snow and had long forgotten that her master was no longer around.
He is still in a desperate posture.
He would send out fire for a while, ice for a while, and try all the methods he could think of.
Of course, the result will definitely be in vain.
As time passed, Qing'er's strength was gradually exhausted. He gradually felt light-headed and lightheaded, his forehead hurt suddenly, his temples seemed to have been hit, and his eyes were black and white for a while, as if they were shooting out of stars.
He gradually began to become dizzy, his body temperature continued to drop, and his fingertips and toes became ice cold.
I feel like I'm about to faint.
But he kept insisting and kept himself awake. There seemed to be a voice in his mind telling him this.
"Can't faint! Can't faint!"
As long as we maintain our current status, we will at least still win.
So he closed his eyes, calmed down, and stopped casting spells.
So he just listened to the whistling wind and was buried in the snow.
Han Tian has been hiding behind him.
His limbs were frozen stiff and he lost consciousness.
His eyes were closed by himself because the outside world was too white.
His ears were his only sense now.
So now he can only rely on hearing to the outside world.
So he listened carefully to the wind roaring by around him.
He listened carefully to the sound of rain falling and turning into snow.
He listened carefully to every sound, and felt how the snowflakes entered his nasal cavity and turned into his breath.
Feel his heartbeat and his steps along the way.
Experience all the hardships he encountered along the way.
And his fiery heart seemed to be frozen in the sky of ice and snow! Yes, even if her body is cold, her heart is blood red! His mind is active! His blood is flowing! So he finally heard it and felt it!
