Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 178 Climbing the Snow Mountain

Thinking of the inheritance of Jianmen, he suddenly couldn't fall asleep, sat directly beside the bed, and pulled out the Changhan Shenjian beside him.

The sharp cold-changing sword lay across the void with the icy cold air that would freeze everything. Looking at the divine sword in his hand, Zhao Bohao scratched his head a little.

"How can I cultivate the sword soul into the body? It seems very difficult~"

Suddenly Changing Han Shenjian trembled, and Zhao Bohao trembled for a while, the spirit separated again and was directly absorbed into Changing Han Sword.

"Damn~ what the hell?"

Zhao Bohao was depressed for a while. Looking at the frost and snow all over the world, a chill that could freeze the soul rose from the bottom of his heart. Looking at the familiar environment, a bold idea appeared.

"Yes, this is where you want to be."

Thousands of snow melted, hundreds of flowers bloomed, and a miniature cold-changing sword appeared in front of Zhao Bohao.

"Fuck, why am I here?"

Zhao Bohao asked in doubt.

"Isn't this what you said you wanted to practice? That's why I brought you in."

Chang Han Shen Jian trembled for a while, and then fluttered around Zhao Bohao like a butterfly.

"Then how do I practice?"

"It's very simple, just come to my place."

As soon as Chang Hanjian's words fell, the flowers withered, and the endless snow covered the earth again. Mountains rose up with the wind, and rift valleys were everywhere.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Bohao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. Is this going to teach him to follow the example of the Red Army in climbing snow-capped mountains and marching for [-] miles?

"I'll wait for you here~"

Immeasurable spring light burst out suddenly outside the snow-capped mountains, and a beautiful shadow appeared on an emerald green lake.

"The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulty of the expedition. Thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure. I will fight hard."

Zhao Bohao put away his saliva, gritted his teeth and began to climb up the snow mountain on foot.

Silent all night, he stumbled all the way up and fell off the snow-capped mountains countless times. Finally, he fell directly from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and was torn into pieces by countless ice spears and frost spears.

"Huhuhuhu~"

Panting heavily, Zhao Bohao didn't recover for a long time like a rescued person from drowning.

"This nima is becoming more and more perverted one by one, this is not my master's life."

Looking at the Cold Changing Excalibur exuding cold air, Zhao Bohao let out a mouthful of foul air.

"Brother Zhao, brother Zhao."

Suddenly the sound of cabbage was heard from outside the window, and Zhao Bohao finally realized that he had spent the night climbing the snow mountain just now, and now it was dawn.

Although he climbed overnight, not only was he not tired, but he also felt full of strength. In fact, he didn't know that Changing the Cold Sword was the relic of the ancient gods, and those snow mountains were the essence of cold ice for hundreds of millions of years and the creation of the great god Wutao. Formed by the fusion of divine power, when Zhao Bohao was climbing, these most quintessential energies were integrated into his soul, and whenever he was injured, it was his opportunity to become stronger.

"Come on~"

Zhao Bo was dressed neatly, fell directly from the sky, and walked forward with Baicai. Liu Ruyan was waiting in front as usual. After the three of them met, the last batch entered the training ground.

"Everyone continues to train today. There are still six days before the appointment. I hope you can make great progress."

Seeing the three of them approaching, Feng Luoli directly announced the start of training, and a thick black light enveloped the audience again.

Time passed as fast as before, and the day passed quickly, but Ruyan Liu and Bai Cai still did not choose to break through.

The next day, the third day. Until the sixth day, the two of them remained silent. After training in the evening, the three of them came to the cafeteria again.

"How are you two?"

Zhao Bohao asked the two of them in front of the dining table.

"No."

"Me too."

The two of them shook their heads together. After all, the top of the peak was ethereal, and there was not even one among the billions of people.

"Then what do you want to do?"

He asked the two of them while chewing on the leg of lamb.

"Tomorrow we are going to prepare for a breakthrough. After all, we have already condensed our martial soul, and we have accumulated enough. Maybe we may reach the peak of elementary martial arts in an instant."

Liu Ruyan grinned, followed Zhao Bohao's example, grabbed a leg of lamb, and gnawed it to death.

"Yes, me too."

Cabbage ate silently and nodded silently.

"Sometimes giving up is also a kind of progress. Instead of dying there, it's better to let yourself take a step forward. Maybe the scenery ahead is more beautiful."

The fat cook overheard the conversation of the three of them, brought a cup of tea and walked to the side of the three of them with a smile.

The three of them were taken aback when they heard the fat cook's words. No one thought that he could say such philosophical words.

"Fat cook, I didn't expect you to be a philosopher?"

After Zhao Bohao was stunned, he said to the fat cook, and the other two nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Hehe, in fact, cultivation is the same as cooking. For example, your roast leg of lamb. In the beginning, I actually made beef leg, but after cooking for a long time, it was still unpalatable. Then I changed it to roast leg of lamb. Then it became what you said."

The fat cook took a sip of tea, and slowly shared his cooking experience.

"It turned out to be cooking, so no wonder, your level is at least the level of a martial arts master in the chef industry."

Liu Ruyan choked on a mouthful of leg of lamb, then said to the fat cook.

"Hehe~"

The fat cook just smiled and didn't speak, but if the three of them knew that the person who had been cooking for them was really a master of martial arts, they would probably be shocked.

"Okay, everything depends on tomorrow. After all, the path of cultivation is to let nature take its course. If you keep holding back and not getting promoted, you may be ruined."

After Zhao Bohao finished speaking, he took the two gold medal boys and walked towards the accommodation together.

"Above the peak, it's good to be young~"

Seeing that they all disappeared, the fat cook waved his hand, and a battle spirit flew out, taking all the plates into the sky.

"Drink~"

The fat cook let out a mouthful of air, blowing over the plate like a typhoon, all the oil stains turned into fly ash, and the plate fell neatly onto the dining cabinet.

Speechless for a night, the sun rose as usual the next day, and Zhao Bohao fell from the snow mountain again, instantly killing him.

"Damn, the cultivation was instantly killed, and the snow mountain can't be climbed, it's really useless~"

Zhao Bohao was annoyed for a while, he was instantly killed by a white-clothed scribe when he was practicing, and he was instantly killed by a snow mountain when he climbed a snow mountain.

"Brother Zhao, brother Zhao."

Cabbage appeared on time like an alarm clock.

"Okay, here I come~"

Putting away the thoughts just now, he washed his face casually, then jumped out of the window and landed beside Bai Cai.

"Let's go~"

Bai Cai was extremely excited today. Seeing Zhao Bohao coming, he took the lead towards the training ground.

"what?"

They didn't meet Ruyan Liu all the way to the training ground, which made Zhao Bohao a little confused, but when they arrived at the training ground, they found that Ruyan Liu was already sitting cross-legged in the training ground, covered with morning dew. After being separated from the two, he returned to the training ground alone to make the final adjustments for today's advancement.

(End of this chapter)