"Xiao Xiaojun is indeed doing well, but it still takes too much time to kill the Snow Ape. Why don't you help?" Zhou Fan looked at Xiaojun and said, "If you help, you don't have to spend this time at all, and it would have been solved long ago."

"Why do I interfere with what my children can do?" Xiao Kun shrank his neck: "Besides, there are too many accidents in the battle. What if I get injured? I'm not afraid of death, but if I die, my master will be seriously injured."

I believe you are stupid for thinking about me... Zhou Fan sighed in his heart, stupid, lazy and cowardly.

Killing the Snowy Ape, Zhou Fan continued to climb upwards, and he ordered Xiao Kun not to speak again, because climbing was getting more and more difficult and the temperature continued to drop.

He has a good physical strength, and at this time he has not yet activated his true energy to resist the severe cold, because there is no need, the purple and gold armor is enough to be partly cold.

He didn't let Xiao Kun talk, not to save his physical strength or lose his physical strength, but to feel difficult, so he might soon see Wen Xiao and the others.

Wen Xiao and the others may be slowed down.

This is a premonition.

Until noon that day, Zhou Fan, who was climbing on the steep mountain wall, saw a thin figure standing on the bulging rock in front of the left.

The moment he saw this thin figure, Zhou Fan stopped quietly.

Zhou Fan also gently patted Xiao Kun on his shoulder so that Xiao Kun would not know, and suddenly made a sound that made the man discover them.

As soon as Zhou Fan stopped, the ghost burial coffin behind him also stopped. The ghost burial coffin was like nailed to a cliff, floating vertically with the cliff.

The gray shadow woman and the two gray shadow children were still looking at Zhou Fan's direction.

At this time, Zhou Fan did not care about the ghost burial coffin. He turned his head and focused his attention at the figure of the huge stone.

The huge rocks protruding on the cliff only had a square space, and the thin figure was slightly bowing.

From Zhou Fan's perspective, he couldn't see the figure's face clearly because the thin figure was wearing light black clothes, his head, face and limbs were wrapped in white bandages, looking very strange.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. Is the white bandage to resist the cold?

Zhou Fan glanced around, because if the thin figure was one of Wen Xiao's two teams, there should be another one.

However, Zhou Fan soon stopped looking for it because he discovered another person's existence, and the other person was lying at the feet of the thin figure.

If it weren't for the thin figure keeping his head down, Zhou Fan would have been unable to find it along his sight. He could only see a trace of the outline of a person and make such a judgment.

Is he dead or injured and unconscious? If the number of people matches this, I don’t know if the person standing is Wen Xiao’s entourage or Wen Xiao himself? Zhou Fan thought calmly in his heart, but this is a good thing for him. After all, there seems to be only one person left in the other party.

But Zhou Fan did not rush to do it, and he continued to watch calmly.

The thin figure was muttering to himself.

It was hard for Zhou Fan to hear what he was talking about.

The thin figure whispered for a while, and he knelt down, kowtowed three times to the person who was suspected of death lying on the ground, and suddenly shouted loudly: "I'm sorry for you."

"If you hadn't followed me to Qianhuan Snow Mountain, you wouldn't have died here. Please rest assured that I would not have let down your expectations."

The thin figure stood up and looked towards Zhou Fan.

But Zhou Fan remained motionless because the thin figure might be looking at the ghost burial coffin.

Just a quick glance, Zhou Fan found that the man's facial features were also wrapped in bandages, looking like a moving mummy. He did not look at the thin figure anymore. He just looked at the rock wall and regarded himself as a rock.

Because of those two sentences, Zhou Fan knew that this thin figure was probably the genius candidate named Wen Xiao.

This is true. Wen Xiao first glanced at the ghost burial coffin. His dark pupils slowly contracted and returned to normal. He said, "You are hiding your head and showing your tail, when do you want to hide?"

After saying that, he jumped down from the huge rock, and the wind and snow made his clothes rush. His eyes were staring coldly at Zhou Fan's invisibility. Two foot-long folding knives in his robe slid out and were held in his hands.

The short folding knife is as thin as paper. When the wind breaks out, the blade does not shake any due to its thinness.

Zhou Fan raised his head slightly and looked at Wen Xiao who was attacking with two swords from a high place. He sighed softly. When the rust knife was unsheathed, the invisibility was lifted and he swung it upwards.

The ding ding sounds rang one after another.

The rust knife and the short folding knife collided dozens of times in an instant.

The rocks were shaken down, and Wen Xiao was able to temporarily stagnate in the air with the impact of the knife force. The folding knife in his hand continued to slash at Zhou Fan fiercely.

Zhou Fan grabbed the wall with one hand, and the rust knife in his hand kept breaking the attack of the folding knife, but his left hand was still falling to grab the wall with him.

Wen Xiao also used this to attack.

Circles of true energy burst out continuously, and cracks as thick as arms appeared on the mountain wall.

The ghost burial coffin was put aside and watched the two fight.

Xiao Kun had already retreated into Zhou Fan's body, and Zhou Fan was also slightly surprised by Wen Xiao's true qi. Wen Xiao did not use the Qi Gang section, but the condensation of the true qi is comparable to the Qi Gang section!

The two of them fought and slid down three or four feet on the cliff. Zhou Fan didn't want to continue falling. He shouted coldly, and nine green-black ghost auras spread in his hand. With a sneer, the green-black ghost aura drew a mark of one meter wide on the rock wall. Wen Xiao blocked his sword, but was swept straight up by the knife.

Wen Xiao's body kept rolling on the cliff until it fell one foot away. He stomped his feet and embedded them on the rock wall. His eyes were still staring at Zhou Fan: "This knife is good. I recognize you. You are the first Zhou Fan in the literary exam."

Zhou Fan was slightly surprised. Wen Xiao was not injured by his sword. He was not surprised. What was surprised that Wen Xiao actually recognized him.

After all, now his body is covered with purple and gold armor.

"I recognize your eyes." Wen Xiao explained again.

"After you say this, I get goosebumps." Zhou Fan pulled the corner of his mouth.

If a woman told Zhou Fan like this, Zhou Fan would be very happy, but Wen Xiao’s voice and figure were all men.

"Even if you may not believe it, I still have to say that the trap on the road was not set by me, but the two of them insisted on setting it up." Wen Xiao said slowly again, and he put away his double folding knife.

"They are my elders in name, and I can't say much."

Zhou Fan was slightly stunned. Is this a release of kindness to himself?

"Don't think too much. I'm not afraid of you, nor do I want to curry favor with you." Wen Xiao saw through Zhou Fan's thoughts.
Chapter completed!