Pirate's Infinite Wings

Suddenly, he thought of a problem. If he was practicing in a very cold environment, his kung fu of the Nine Yin Scriptures would be greatly improved, but it was not easy to find this place.

Thinking about it, Fang Lang was a little embarrassed. At this moment, suddenly, Fang Lang's eyes opened wide. He suddenly thought of the Daxue Mountain back then. He thought, oh, I'm really stupid, so important. Environment, how did I forget.

So Fang Lang walked quickly to Da Diao and said: "Now you take me to Daxue Mountain, I want to practice."

The big eagle couldn't help nodding, and then, the big eagle flew away with him, and soon the big eagle fell into the snow-capped mountains.

At this time, Fang Lang walked down the big eagle quickly. At this time, he knew that the temperature of this snowy mountain was minus 30 degrees. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for anyone to bear such a temperature.

For this reason, Fang Lang wanted to challenge him, and saw him standing in the middle of the Snow Mountain. Although he felt uncomfortable after a while, he felt all right after a few minutes.

At this time, Fang Lang took off one piece of his coat, and then he practiced the martial arts of the Jiuyin Scriptures. After a short while, there was vibration in the whole surroundings, and Fang Lang quickly extended his palms. , Soon, his palms sent out waves of light, and after a while, those light waves fell on the big tree in front.

Fang Lang felt very happy at this time. He said loudly, "Great. It seems that my Jiuyin Scripture can indeed advance by leaps and bounds in such a cold weather."

At this time, Fang Lang practiced harder and harder, and he got stronger as he practiced. Soon, the heavy snow around him started flying.

At this moment, Fang Lang stopped. He turned to look forward and saw that all the big trees in front of him had fallen.

At this time, Fang Lang accepted the martial arts. He quickly sat on the ground. He felt that if he wanted to raise martial arts to a higher level, he had to learn to meditate.

Right now, the heavy snow in the sky is getting heavier. After a while, Fang Lang felt a little cold, so he quickly stood up, he thought, no, I can’t continue to support it like this. After a long time, I will definitely do Something wrong.

Then, Fang Lang turned to the cave next to him. He saw that the cave hadn't been destroyed yet, so he walked into the cave.

At this time Fang Lang hurriedly sat down. He thought, no, I have to burn the fire, so he quickly brought the firewood, and then he lit the firewood.

At this time, Fang Lang felt warmer, and his hand moved forward, and his body became warm.

When time passed for a while, Fang Lang heard a sound coming from the front, so he stood up quickly, he looked outside, he found Yang Xian walking quickly, he waved to the other party and said:" Oh, Yang Xian, you are here."

Yang Xian walked over quickly, and he said loudly: "Master, I just saw that the big eagle is gone, I know you must have taken the big eagle away."

Fang Lang whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't say hello to you, because I forgot the path of the snowy mountain. I know only you and Da Diao know, and I know that you are practicing now. I don't want to disturb you."

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Master, I know."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Well, Yang Xian, I think you have been walking for so long, you must be exhausted. Come and sit down."

Yang Xian nodded, so they all sat on the ground, and then they all warmed up.

At this time, Yang Xian said loudly: "Master, what martial arts do you practice now, and still get Daxue Mountain to practice?"

Fang Lang smiled and said: "Nine Yin Zhen Jing, I think you know, if I want to break through to a better level of Jiu Yin Zhen Jing, I must practice in a very cold place."

Yang Xian said in a low voice, "Master, I understand."

And Fang Lang said in a low voice, "Well, let's take a break, and after a while, let's talk about it."

Yang Xian nodded and said, "Okay."

Then, Yang Xian stretched out a long lazy waist, and Fang Lang whispered: "Yang Xian, how did I find you so tired?"

Yang Xian said in a low voice, "This is normal, because I am also practicing."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Are you practicing the sad drunk palm that I have researched?"

Yang Xian nodded and said: "Yes, I think it is extremely powerful, I think it can completely replace the palm of ecstasy."

At this time, Fang Lang smiled and said: "In fact, this palm technique has come into your hands. I think it can play a greater role. This is why I am optimistic about it."

Yang Xian said in a low voice, "Master, how can I help you if you practice the Jiuyin Sutra?"

Fang Lang waved his hand repeatedly and said, "I don't need anything, I can solve it by myself."

Yang Xian said in a low voice, "Okay, I get it."

Suddenly, Fang Lang felt his body slow down, so he stood up quickly and walked outside.

At this moment, Fang Lang began to practice, and after a while, he rushed out the exercises of the Jiuyin Scripture.

At this time, Fang Lang felt very refreshed, so he stopped quickly, he looked up at the sky, and he saw heavy snow all around.

At this moment, Yang Xian walked out quickly, and he smiled and said, "Master, I find that your Jiuyin Sutra is getting deeper and deeper. Or else, let's practice with each other."

Fang Lang said in a low voice, "Yang Xian, in fact, I also have this idea. Now that you have proposed it, what are I waiting for? Come, you quickly take out the sadly drunk palm, and I will face you."

Yang Xian nodded when he heard it, so he quickly used it. After a while, he rushed towards Fang Lang, and Fang Lang hurriedly stretched out his palms, and saw that his palms suddenly appeared. There was a cold air, and soon this air flow flew out.

At this time, Fang Lang and Yang Xian fought for more than 30 rounds, and Yang Xian said loudly: "Master, your Jiuyin Scripture is so great, I admire the five-body cast."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Don't tell me, let's fight another 80 rounds. I haven't taken out the martial arts in my Jiuyin Scripture."

Yang Xian nodded, so his palms patted Fang Lang's body again.

After a while, both of them felt tired, so they both stopped...