Fox Road Travel Notes

After a while, a layer of ice crust formed on Cang Haijun's face.

The clothes were covered with white frost, and sitting there, he looked like a snowman.

However, in this bright spring of March, facing a cold snowman, everyone felt a little weird in their hearts.

The power of Cang Haijun is beyond imagination!

After a stick of incense, Mr. Canghai realized that he had tried his best today and was sure of victory.

This kid Chen Zican, no matter what method he uses, he has to bow his head and admit defeat before he succeeds.

He slowly closed his palms, raised his head, and let out a stream of white air.

It is as straight as an arrow and as fast as an arrow.

With a "plop" sound, it hit the top of the tall persimmon tree and made a hissing sound. The large branches and leaves were immediately covered with green frost.

Amid the exclamations of everyone, Canghaijun was shaken all over, and ice chips flew everywhere.

Under the spring sunshine, flakes of snowflakes are floating.

He looked at Chen Zican and smiled: "Come on, little fairy, it's your turn!"

That's right, unless Chen Zican is really a god, he will definitely lose today no matter what!

Chen Zican nodded and reached for the wine bowl.

It felt bitingly cold in his hand, almost sticking his fingers to it.

I sighed secretly in my heart: "How awesome!"

He grabbed a chopstick and poked it hard on the ice a few times, but only a few shallow white marks were left.

Chen Zican shook his head, it was so cold!

He handed the bowl to Monk Tong: "Brother Tong, you are a witness. Now look, is there anything wrong with this bowl?"

Monk Tong tugged at his beard, held it in front of his face in confusion, and looked at it carefully with his eyes wide open.

"I see no problem."

Chen Zican smiled and said: "Okay, take out the ice and see how much wine is left!"

The boy monk stretched out his hand to pick it out with his fingers like hooks.

With a click, he grabbed the two-inch-thick piece of ice. It was crystal clear and reflected colorful light in the sun.

Chen Zican took the bowl and looked at it. There was about half a bowl of wine left, and he secretly admired it.

This jar of wine has been condensed once with fire salt and is at least forty or fifty degrees.

Now, more than half of it has been condensed by Cang Haijun with Zhenwu Xuan Ice Qi, and the rest is the essence of the wine!

He took the bowl and showed it to Cang Haijun, and then showed it to everyone: "Did you see it?"

"There's still half a bowl of this wine left. It's already purified spirits, real spirits!"

"Everyone, do you want to have a taste?"

The young monk was greatly moved and licked his lips: "How about I let my old boy have a taste!"

Chen Zican smiled and handed it to him: "Brother Tong, just take a small sip. This is the essence of wine. Drinking it will harm your health."

Monk Tong nodded and took a careful taste.

As soon as the tip of his tongue touched it, the hot smell of wine hit his nose. He opened his mouth and took two breaths: "Damn, this wine is very exciting, but I really don't dare to drink it..."

Chen Zican took the bowl and sighed.

He turned around and said sincerely to Mr. Cang Hai: "Your Excellency's martial arts skills are at their peak, and your performance just now was also wonderful. I admire you very much..."

Lord Canghai thought that he would retreat despite the difficulties.

He laughed, and just wanted to say a few words for the occasion, so he gave him a favor and let him go.

After all, Chen Zican admired Chen Zican's feat of saving hundreds of thousands of victims.

Be it gods or liars, snakes have their own ways, birds have their own ways, everyone has their own way of living in this world.

As long as it's not harmful to God, why bother to embarrass a young boy like him...

As soon as the words came to his lips, Chen Zican raised his voice and said: "It's just that there are three thousand avenues, each with its own abilities."

"Today, let everyone see what I, Chen Zican, can do!"

He put away his smile, held the bowl in his right hand, raised his left hand, and pinched the Ziwei Jue in the air.

Then the five fingers gathered together and bloomed one by one like petals, turning into the Golden Lotus Technique.

Another example is the fluttering wings, changing into the White Crane Technique, then the Needle Technique, and the Haoguang Technique...

Chen Zican has a majestic appearance and his five fingers are flying and dancing. His posture is extremely graceful and incredibly fast.

Everyone was dazzled and cheered.

At this time, I saw Chen Zican draw a talisman in the air from top to bottom. No matter how you look at it, it looks a bit like a simple horse monkey...

Then, he shouted: "Bing——"

Introduce the talisman into the bowl.

The essence in the bowl of wine began to slowly solidify and crystallize under the burning gazes of everyone...

Soon, it turned into a bowl full of snow-white ice slag.

Screams came and went, and Canghaijun couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

In order to test how far he could condense and purify spirits, he once practiced Zhenwu Xuan Ice Qi with a jar of good wine in front of him.

After many observations, he has already concluded that once it reaches a certain level.

For example, purify Shaodaozi until only half of it remains.

Then, no matter how hard you try, you can never make it freeze into ice again!

He believes that this is already the wine of wine and the essence of pure Yang.

It burns immediately when exposed to fire, showing the fierceness of Yang!

But today, in front of him, Chen Zican actually condensed the essence of half a bowl of wine into ice slag in an instant.

Except for gods, he concluded that no one in this world could do it.

Seeing Cang Haijun's eyes wide open, he was shocked and speechless.

Chen Zican smiled and said: "Your Excellency has said that fire and saltpeter are the most yang things, so when it comes into contact with water, it absorbs yang energy, can cause coldness, and can condense ice."

"Then take a look again. Is the essence of this Yang wine absorbing Yang energy or releasing Yang energy now?"

He casually grabbed a handful of ice slag from the sea bowl and placed it in Cang Haijun's hand.

"Hot? What does this mean?"

Cang Haijun touched the ice slag, immediately shrank his hand and exclaimed.

"What? Hot?"

"How can this ice be hot?"

Everyone was shocked, the magical methods were truly unpredictable.

Ice, which is supposed to be the coldest thing, is actually hot!

Chen Zican took back his hand and put the handful of ice shards back into the bowl.

Monk Tong stared at it and snatched the bowl over: "Let me, old Tong, take a look."

"I don't believe how this ice can still be hot..."

He stretched out his hand to touch it and immediately retracted it, his mouth wide open and unable to speak.

Chen Zican laughed loudly, and with a snap of his fingers, the bowl of ice slag held by Monk Tong suddenly burst into flames with a "boom".

The blue tongue of fire licked the child monk's beard, and thick smoke immediately erupted, giving off bursts of burning smell...

Only then did the young monk come to his senses, yelled, and threw the bowl on the ground.

He hurriedly put out the sparks on his beard with his sleeves.

I secretly smiled bitterly in my heart, wasn't it just that I was dragging Military Advisor Wang away and not caring about you? How about burning me again?

The bowl of ice fell to the ground, burning even more vigorously, with blue flames flying and the heat wave overwhelming.

Everyone was astonished again: This ice is not only hot, but can also catch fire. It is really unprecedented and unheard of!

Chen Zican turned around, smiled and said to Cang Haijun: "You lost this round."

Cang Haijun was frowning in a daze, going over all the possibilities in his mind.

But he had to admit that this time, he lost undoubtedly and inexplicably.

Because, except for one possibility.

All other possibilities are impossible!

The only possibility is that Chen Zican is really a god.

But, is this possible?