It is rumored that the famous young master Wuheng not only has extremely high martial arts skills, but also his appearance is unparalleled in the world.

Whether you have seen him before or have never seen him, you are shocked by his extraordinary temperament.

Xuanyuan Wuheng's eyes were cold, and he looked down on the heroes. His whole body exuded a natural kingly aura. His voice was low and he said lightly: "You must have known the purpose of calling you today, so I won't say much. I hope you can help you! Go to the bottom of the snow valley."

When everyone heard this, they replied in unison: "Young Master Wuheng, please be polite."

The risk of a 10,000-meter rope is too great, and even the strongest rope will inevitably break in the middle.

So he planned to gather these masters to prepare for human ladders and use his light skills to fly over the bottom of the Snow Valley.

The walls of this cliff that is not melting in the snow-capped mountains are as smooth as a mirror, and even a miscellaneous tree has not grown. It is really steep.

After his words, several masters jumped down one after another and stabbed their swords into the cliff to fix their position.

Xuanyuan Wuheng reached out and covered his mouth gently, making a sound of coughing.

He exerted force under his feet, leveraged the force, stepped on the bodies of those people, and jumped down.

Luo Feng and Qu Miaoning followed him closely.

The cold wind in the snow valley was very cold and whizzing, whistling by, whistling his white fur robe, and it felt like the cold wind was like a sharp blade, and the skin on his face was painful.

The martial arts masters and palace guards who had been alternating all the time kept going down. Xuanyuan Wuheng took advantage of the force under his feet and stepped on their shoulders and kept jumping down.

After a while, the clouds and mist in the snow valley gradually dissipated, and he could clearly see the whole picture at the bottom of the cliff.

Like the snowy mountains above, there is a vast white snow covered everywhere.

Under the cliff, there was a small cave. From a distance, he saw a petite white figure slowly walking out of the small cave. After careful consideration, the ecstasy in his heart was beyond words.

He pulled his throat open and shouted loudly: "Xiaofan..."

Yuan Xiaofan walked out of the cave and heard the call. From the sound, she could hear Xuanyuan Wuheng's voice.

A strong sense of joy came from my heart. When I looked up, the sky light poured on his white face, looking so soft.

His delicate facial features seem to be beautiful as if he has come out of the painting.

This feeling, this scene, and such a beautiful man, is simply the most beautiful painting in the world.

The elegant figure in white clothes, like a god descending to her, came to her until he stood in front of her, and she was still staring at him blankly.

Xuanyuan Wuheng could no longer suppress the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, and hugged her tightly into his arms, whispered in her ear, "Xiaofan..."

She was really not dead, it was so good that he knew that although she had tried her best to suffer a lot, God still favored her.

Yuan Xiaofan's heart was deeply shocked by the deep and soft call. This low call made Yuan Xiaofan feel inexplicably sad.

A hint of a slight smile hung on his face, and his hands that he was struggling were gently lowered, letting them hug him tightly, without moving at all.

Her body was trapped by his warm breath, and at this moment, her heart was very shocked.

Wuheng actually jumped into the snow valley to find her. In such a dangerous abyss, if something goes wrong, the bones will be gone. What should she do when faced with his infatuation?
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