Facing the frost-like air waves coming from the cold wind, Gu Tian knew that he couldn't resist forcefully.
He turned his body to one side and moved his palms in front of him at high speed, drawing a wave-like pattern.
An invisible airflow barrier blocked the front of him, forming an insurmountable barrier.
At this time, He Yitian also rushed forward.
The cold air was extremely cold, and the ground was covered with a layer of frost like scales.
Bang The frost air wave hit the air flow barrier, and a ripple appeared on the invisible air flow barrier.
The water-like ripples absorbed most of the collision force.
Even so, Gu Tian, who was hiding behind the barrier, swayed uncontrollably for a few times, and took two steps back to relieve himself of the force.
On the other hand, He Yitian flew directly backwards, and flying into the air with him were countless tiny ice crystals.
Under the bright sunlight in the sky, they looked colorful and exceptionally beautiful.
As soon as he landed on the ground after somersaulting several times in the air to relieve the force of the shock, he stared at Gu Tian with a gloomy gaze and said: "The innate warrior" "That's right."
Gu Tian awkwardly touched his nose with his finger, and then said with a smile but not a smile: "Brother He, you seem to be injured.
I wonder how many times you can withstand the impact just now."
"You" He Yitian just wanted to get angry, but he endured it.
His injury was caused by a fatal blow from a congenital expert when he snatched the thousand-year-old ginseng.
More than ten years later, he has still not been able to fully recover.
Watch new chapter That's why he came up with the idea of using thousand-year-old ginseng to seek help from an innate powerhouse during the competition for the title of Lord of Orchid City.
However, there are not many innate strong men near Youlan City, otherwise it would not be the turn of the three families in the entire Youlan City to compete for the position of city lord.
Only then did we delay again and again, but we still couldn't find a suitable candidate for the innate power.
He Yitian's old face was cloudy and uncertain, and the thick folds on his face concealed the true thoughts on his face.
No one could guess what he was thinking.
Suddenly, his feet moved, and his body rose up from the ground.
Two biting cold currents shot out from his palms, and a white ice wall appeared out of thin air in mid-air.
Gu Tian waved his arm, and a strong wind hit the ice wall.
With a crash, the paper-thin wall suddenly shattered into countless pieces, and tiny white ice shards scattered all over the floor.
Once the ice wall was broken, there was nothing behind it.
He Yitian, who had been standing on the other side of the ice wall, had disappeared long ago.
In other words, he had fled.
Facing the empty air in front of him, Gu Tian was stunned.
He couldn't imagine a famous innate strong man running away as soon as he said he wanted to.
He didn't have the slightest bit of the demeanor of an innate strong man.
Standing there, he hesitated for a moment, then gave up the idea of pursuing him.
After all, the two sides did not have a life-and-death feud, and the other side had to pay for a thousand-year-old ginseng.
He turned around and walked out of the woods.
After a while, he returned to the convoy, jumped onto a carriage again, closed his eyes and rested.
Lin Sen saw that the ancient master who was deep in the forest had returned, and he did not dare to ask more questions.
He called the driver and continued on his way.
The convoy moved slowly.
In a certain courtyard in the He family compound, He Tiantian entered the room and angrily sat down on the grand master's chair in the center.
The short-bearded middle-aged man who had been waiting in the house for a long time knew that things were definitely not going well when he saw He Yitian's appearance, but he still couldn't help but asked: "Dad, what's going on?
That man promised to come forward for our He family and fight for it."
Have you taken the position of the city lord?"
"Promise, I almost lost my life there."
He Yitian said with an ugly expression.
Wrinkled folds were like scars crawling on his face, crisscrossing his entire face.
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It would be an understatement to say that his appearance was terrifying.
The short-bearded middle-aged man looked at He Yitian's face without changing his expression.
He seemed to have been used to seeing it for a long time and was not moved at all.
He said in surprise: "Could it be that he is also a mid-term Xiantian warrior?"
The short-bearded middle-aged man looked shocked.
Thinking that the other party's young face was already a mid-term Xiantian warrior, jealousy appeared in his eyes.
"Hmph, if I were twenty years younger or if my injuries healed, he wouldn't be able to get better."
He Yitian snorted coldly.
When he thought of himself running away, he felt resentful and wanted to tear the young man to pieces who didn't even have the courage to continue fighting.
The more I thought about it, the more lustful I became.
I grabbed the tea cup at hand and took a big sip.
But before I could swallow it, I spit it out and slammed the tea cup in my hand to the ground.
"Why is it cold?
Are all the people dead?
Come out."
The short-bearded middle-aged man was startled at first, and then his body trembled.
He knew his father who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair very well.
It was his father who was venting the anger in his heart at this moment.
Whoever sticks to him will have to bear the anger that follows.
He just stood aside, not daring to interrupt, waiting for the anger to be vented.
Soon, a servant dressed as a servant gingerly carried the tray in his hand, along with the teacup filled with tea, and carefully walked to the table next to He Tiantian, and placed the teacup on it shakily.
He squatted on the ground and cleaned up the broken tea cups, then quickly exited the room filled with anger as if running for his life.
After He Yitian dropped a teacup, he controlled the anger in his heart very well, picked up the teacup that his servant had just brought, put it to his mouth and took a sip.
By the time the tea cup was put back on the table, his mood had returned to normal.
His eyes no longer had the fire-like anger before, and gradually calmed down.
The short-bearded middle-aged man who had been paying attention to He Yitian breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That thousand-year-old ginseng is really cheap for that person."
"Forget it, it's just a ginseng.
If it's cheaper for him, let him be cheaper."
He Tiantian sighed, and then looked at the short-bearded middle-aged man, "How is the practice of that skill?"
"It's almost done, but we still need a good cauldron.
The little girl from the Lin family would have been good, but it's a pity."
The middle-aged man with a short beard shook his head and sighed.
He Yitian tapped the rim of the teacup with his hand, thought for a while, and said, "As long as that young man is here, don't think about that little girl from the Lin family."
"I understand.
After knowing that there was an innate strong person next to her, I never sent anyone to catch her."
The short-bearded middle-aged man said regretfully.
"It's good that you understand."
He Yitian nodded, and then said, "Back then, everyone thought I killed that person for the Millennium Ginseng, but no one could have imagined that that person was in the hands of that skill."
"Don't worry, Dad, as long as I find a suitable cauldron, it won't take long for me to become an innate warrior."
The short-bearded middle-aged man said confidently.
"It's a pity that a hundred years ago, the saint-level warriors of several major sects made an agreement with the holy-level monsters in the Youlin Mountains.
From then on, no warrior dared to go to the Youlin Mountains to hunt the innate monsters and refine the innate golden elixir.
Otherwise, I I won’t let you practice such evil skills,” He Yitian said bitterly.
"As long as you can advance to the Xiantian realm, even the son of an evil martial artist will be able to practice it."
After saying that, a hint of evil flashed in the eyes of the short-bearded middle-aged man, and even He Yitian, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, didn't notice his change
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