Early morning:
Wind and snow swept through, the cold cutting to the bone!
Chu Qing wore a mask and black clothes. As the wind and snow fell, anything that came within three feet of him was torn apart and ground to pieces by an invisible current of air.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
As he breathed, two streams of white vapor emerged from his nostrils, winding like dragons and serpents.
Opposite him:
Sixteen or seventeen youths stood in brocade clothes, their expressions solemn.
When they saw the wind and snow around Chu Qing turn into a hazy mist of snow, they were shaken.
They could accomplish Chu Qing's feat as well.
But they could never do it with such effortless ease.
One minute...
Chu Qing arranged all manner of ritual materials.
Two minutes...
Brother Ning, Le Shuang, and the others stared fixedly at Xiang Yun'er.
Three minutes...
Chu Qing had arranged the materials for fourteen ritual sequences.
At this moment:
Xiang Yun'er gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, revealing arms pale as scallions, and said brightly, "Come on, friend. Let's begin our spar."
Chu Qing nodded.
He took a deep breath:
The wind and snow swept in like two great dragons, scrambling to burrow into his nostrils.
Gulp!
Gulp!
His lungs pulsed, and all the wind and snow within several dozen meters were swallowed by him.
Gulp!
Xiang Yun'er swallowed.
"Friend, I'm in a hurry."
"Make your move quickly!"
The next second:
Wind and snow exploded.
A sonic boom cloud erupted.
Before Xiang Yun'er could react, a large hand clamped around her neck and slammed her body hard into the ground.
Then:
Violent force drove her into a wild charge.
Like a plow tilling the earth, Xiang Yun'er split open the frozen ground, carving a deep furrow across it.
Thud!
Thud!