The pace of the Taoist is not fast.
But every step was taken very steadily.
He also seemed in no hurry to get to the top.
Halfway through, I would occasionally stop and look at the scenery.
Some people think that he is actually resting.
Because without the disciple token of Martial Arts Mountain, climbing as an outsider, with or without the master's special permission, the pressure one would endure would be unimaginable.
And the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more pressure you get.
Although it is not as scary as doubling every step, the pressure on each step is absolutely different from the previous step.
And the higher you go, the more pressure you endure.
There is also the strong wind on the mountain that is comparable to the Nine Heavens Gangfeng, and the coldness that comes from the frost and snow in the cold sky, driven by the formation according to the current conditions.
The Taoist robe was very worn and did not fit well.
It looks more like it was inherited directly from someone.
He moved his steps in the biting cold wind.
Standing in front of the icy lake halfway up the mountain, he let out a long breath of cold air.
Then he pulled out the butcher knife from his waist.
Holding the butcher's knife in his hand, he began to step onto the thick ice.
The blade of the knife is facing outward, and the short knife is held across the waist.
With every step he took, the butcher's knife shook slightly.
"Such subtle control."
"He was actually using extremely fast speed to shake the knife in his hand, and then extremely conservatively broke through the wind in front of him."
"This not only avoids greater confrontation, saves physical strength, but also allows us to move forward at a constant speed." Someone among the watching Martial Arts Mountain disciples analyzed carefully.
Zhou Xiaonian held the knife. His knife was very cold, colder than the surrounding snow.
And what was colder than the knife in his hand was his heart.
He came to Martial Arts Mountain not to study.
But to find an answer.
Even if the person he is about to question is the number one person in the world, the undisputed saint.
With his own efforts, he brought the originally mediocre world to another level of great existence.
So what?
Would it bother him to ask for an answer?
Don't get in the way!
Zhou Xiaonian said to himself.
Split the cold wind with one knife after another.
Until crossing the glacial lake covered with shallow knife marks.
Then, under the attack of wind and snow, he set foot on solid ground again.
In the majestic mountains and endless wind and snow, the body that looks particularly thin seems to be made of the hardest steel.
Being used to the wind and sand on the Gobi Desert, such a cold wind was not even uncomfortable for Zhou Xiaonian.
He still wasn't walking that fast.
Gradually, it started to seem a little slow.
This is also inevitable!
Although Cao Zhe no longer personally managed the maintenance and improvement of formations on Martial Arts Mountain a long time ago.
But after all, this was the framework that he personally created back then.
Later disciples, even if they filled in the content within this framework, it was enough to turn it into an easily irresistible greatness.
Of course, many so-called greatness were not that great from the beginning.
But Cao Zhe...his footsteps and progress in this world seem to have been refuting this statement.
The true master of leverage never just talks, but always does it.
Use reality to challenge common sense.
Zhou Xiaonian is getting more and more strenuous.
Every time his footsteps fell, they would leave a deep footprint on the thick snow.
He started using more offloading techniques.
The pressure of the wind and the layers of gravity were like the sinews of cattle and sheep under his blade.
The knife moved along the texture of the wind, splitting the originally violent wind along its trajectory.
Only a weak whirlwind of wind was left, feebly entangled with the hem of his clothes.
Finally, someone stood in front of him.
If you want to climb a mountain to see your master, you must first pass the test of the disciples of Martial Arts Mountain.
This test cannot be set by outer disciples.
Their status is not enough...and their strength is not enough.
It must be done by an inner disciple who has been personally instructed by Cao Zhe.
At this time, the person blocking Zhou Xiaonian is the inner disciple Wu Song, who has a seventh-level cultivation in the exterior scene and has already begun to try to understand the Dharma Body Diagram.
Not only is he at the seventh level of the exterior scene, but his soul cultivation has also survived a lightning disaster.
It can be said that they go hand in hand.
Among the new disciples in the past ten years, Wu Song is the most outstanding one.
"Your knife skills are very good!"
"But I'm sorry, you're not allowed to go any further!" Wu Song said to Zhou Xiaonian with a gentle smile.
Zhou Xiaonian just held the pig-killing knife. In his eyes, it seemed that the extremely outstanding warrior in front of him was no different from those pigs, sheep, cattle and horses.
The smile on Wu Song's face gradually faded.
Then he took out an ebony sword from behind.
People who use wooden swords are always accustomed to restraining their sharp edges.
But in fact, there is not much difference between a wooden sword and an iron sword...in the hands of an outdoor warrior.
It's just that the wooden sword naturally lacks a bit of edge.
It also naturally hides the user's own edge.
At this moment, Wu Song began to unleash his edge.
Layers of light bloomed from the ebony sword.
It actually contrasts with the golden sunlight reflecting on the snow-capped mountains.
For a moment, this originally ordinary ebony sword seemed to be blessed by the sunshine in the sky.
It has become the hottest part in this world of ice and snow.
Zhou Xiaonian frowned.
He had learned no such tricks.
His sword skills are simple.
Just follow the trajectory, follow the texture, follow the position and direction he feels, and then chop.
Compared to this sword that bloomed with infinite light, his methods seemed a bit plain.
This also made Zhou Xiaonian a little more suspicious of a certain guess in his heart.
"I don't want to fight you!"
"You seem like a good guy!"
"Good people don't deserve to die by my sword."
"I'm just here to ask questions!" Zhou Xiaonian said.
He was not originally a guy with such low emotional intelligence.
However, the long-term loneliness and many years of wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, traveling to places where deserted people gathered, made him gradually put aside the past and become simple and direct.
Like the knife in his hand.
No one is static.
There is no need to pursue so-called stability.
Not changing is a kind of persistence, and change is also a kind of life.
It may or may not be considered growth.
But it is these forces that change people's habits that are called alive.
Wu Song is a person with a good temper.
At least that's what he always thought.
Therefore, he was not angry at this time.
Just with the ebony sword in his hand, he set off seven waves of light.
These seven layers of light waves carry sword energy as huge as a tidal wave.
Sword Qi rises and falls, and there is a cycle between the rise and fall.
It just caters to the meaning of "more than enough".
Once many people are enveloped by such a sword force, they will be entangled in it and never be able to get out.
Wu Song did not intend to kill Zhou Xiaonian.
But at least this ungrateful guy should be given a harsh lesson.
Zhou Xiaonian moved again, but he still walked unfastly.
But the knife in his hand was extremely fast.
When the knife fell, Wu Song felt as if he heard the sound of logging.
The scene when the ax cut along the grain of the wood, and then settled, appeared in Wu Song's mind inexplicably.
At this time, the butcher knife and the ebony sword actually crossed a distance of more than ten meters and collided for the first time.
At the moment of collision, Wu Song came back to his senses.
Then his expression changed dramatically.
