Dalong looked at the palm grabbed by the blue-clothed youth in horror. Although he was just a mortal, he could tell that the blue-clothed youth in front of him was much stronger than Xu Xianshi before him.

The two are not immortals of the same level at all.

However, the moment the blue-clothed young man's palm fell on Dalong's body, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and then a boundless purple feeling burst out from Dalong's body.

This purple feeling turned into a vortex and blasted along the palm of the blue-clothed youth. Suddenly, the palm of the blue-clothed youth's divine power collapsed inch by inch.

And the moment Ziyi wiped out the blue-clothed young man's supernatural power, he was so powerful that he blasted towards the blue-clothed young man's body.

The young man in blue was so frightened that he was sweating coldly. He didn't expect this mortal to have such power, so he quickly took out a light blue talisman from the spirit ring.

The blue-clothed youth looked at the blue talisman in his hand quite painfully, gritted his teeth and crushed the talisman, and suddenly a terrifying icy energy condensed around him, forming a solid castle barrier around him.

The barrier of ice and snow was shattered, and the young man in blue appeared awkwardly, barely blocking the terrifying purple power.

"This mortal must have a treasure!"

The blue-clothed young man's face was a little pale, but his eyes were extremely hot, staring at the dragon.

Just now he didn't exert all his strength, but now he exerts all his strength, he doesn't believe that he can't take down a mere mortal.

Whoosh!

Just when the blue-clothed youth was about to strike again, the wooden carving in Dalong's embrace flew out and floated above Dalong's forehead, and then the purple energy wrapped Dalong in his arms and flew away through the air.

"Damn it!"

The young man in blue cursed and followed closely behind.

Originally, the one who was fighting against the blue clothes was a burly man. After the young man in the blue clothes was blasted away by the purple energy of the dragon, he stopped attacking and looked at the dragon strangely.

After the big dragon broke through the air and left, the big man followed immediately.

He had the same thought as the blue-clothed youth. A mortal with no cultivation was able to block the attack of the blue-clothed youth. From this, it can be seen that the treasure on this mortal must be unusual.

The two followed behind tacitly, and did not fight again. Obviously, they are now temporarily truce, and they must first figure out the treasure on this mortal.

"This is... the direction to Xinghua Village?"

Dalong was passively led by this purple energy, and soon found that the direction of this purple energy was in the direction of Xinghua Village, which he was familiar with.

After a while, Dalong saw the small village in front of the mountains.

Along the way, Dalong saw too many market towns covered by heavy snow, and the victims were all over the place, which made Dalong also very worried about the situation of Xinghua Village.

But the moment he saw Xinghua Village in front of him, he was stunned.

I saw that within a hundred miles of Xinghua Village, it was like spring all the year round, full of greenery, and every household smoked from the kitchen, completely isolated from the snow disaster outside.

Moreover, Dalong also discovered that a hundred miles away from Xinghua Village, there was still heavy snowfall, and the snow was piled several feet deep.

When the big dragon entered Xinghua Village, the young man in blue and the big man stopped behind.

"This small village is actually artificially restricted? Is there a monk who can't live in seclusion here?" The blue-clothed youth frowned slightly.

But the big man sneered and said: "The level of restriction of this formation is really too low. In the eyes of both of you and me, it is the same. After all, you are also a disciple of the true god of the qi training sword sect, and you are afraid of a mere restriction?"

The young man in blue snorted coldly: "I just think it's strange that such a formation restriction suddenly appeared in such a small village in the mortal world, and I didn't say that I would be afraid of this restriction."

"However, speaking of it, this reclusive monk really has no ambitions. He is worse than those casual cultivators who dominate the mortal world. They actually live in seclusion in a small village. I really laughed my ass off."

The big man nodded, and immediately said: "Look at me breaking this restriction!"

As he said that, the big man took out a huge double-edged axe and rushed into the restriction...

"Isn't this Dalong? When did you return to Xinghua Village? You didn't even notify me when you came back."

When the big dragon landed at the entrance of the village, a gray-haired old woman was sweeping the ground, and she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the big dragon.

"Aunt Wang!" Dalong forced a smile, "By the way, Aunt Wang, why isn't the village affected by the snow disaster at all?"

The old woman put away the broom, looked at the heavy snowfall a hundred miles away, and said with a smile: "We villagers are also baffled. When there is heavy snowfall around us, within a hundred miles of our Xinghua Village, it is like spring all the year round. It's very comfortable, maybe God bless us Xinghua Village!"

Dalong smiled wryly, he knew that the reason why Xinghua Village was able to avoid the snow disaster was probably related to the mysterious Uncle Zhuo.

Taking out the half-finished wood carving from his bosom, Dalong said: "Aunt Wang, is Uncle Zhuo still in the village?"

"Yes! Master Zhuo has been carving all kinds of wooden products for the village for these years. I have to say that Master Zhuo's craftsmanship is really good, and now he is over seventy years old, but he is still very energetic and insists on doing it every day. What about wood carving? I have to admire his seriousness." Aunt Wang said with a smile. JrNovels.com