Ye Feng listened silently and kept this information in his heart. It seems that the extremely cold storm is indeed one of the biggest obstacles to penetrating into the northern region, and it seems that it is likely to break out in the near future.
He walked to a stall selling maps and information.
The stall owner is an old man with white beard and hair who looks a little sloppy. He is wrapped in a thick bearskin jacket and taking a nap with his eyes squinted.
"Old man, do you have a detailed map of the Wanzai Xuanbing area? The more detailed the better." Ye Feng asked.
The old man opened one eye, glanced at Ye Feng, and said lazily: "Wanzai Xuanbing? Brother, that place is no joke. In the core area of the extreme cold storm, there is a narrow escape. There are maps, but the price is not cheap."
"The price is easy to talk about." Ye Feng said.
The old man gained some energy and took out a palm-sized ice-blue jade slip from under the stall: "No, this is the "Detailed Map of the Deep North" that I treasured by the old man. It not only marks the general direction of the Wan Zai Xuan Bing, but also the dangerous areas that may be encountered along the way, the habitats of powerful monsters, and several relative routes. A safe route. Of course, it's just relatively safe."
He held out five fingers and said, "Five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones, or the equivalent of level five or higher ice attribute materials."
Ye Feng took out a storage bag without even frowning, counted out five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones and handed it over. For him, as long as the information is useful, spiritual stones are not a problem.
The old man took the spirit stone, glanced at it with his consciousness, and with a satisfied smile on his face, handed the jade slip to Ye Feng: "Brother, please take it easy! Take this jade slip, there are some experiences about extreme cold storms that I gave the old man in it, which may be able to help you."
Ye Feng took the jade slip, thanked him, penetrated it with his consciousness, and browsed it quickly.
The information in the jade slips was indeed much more detailed than the map he bought before. It not only marked the terrain, but also many extremely dangerous areas marked in red, as well as some warnings and notes left by predecessors.
The location of Wanzai Xuanbing is marked in the center area surrounded by a red field, with a special note next to it: "The extremely cold storm rages all year round, the ice is condensed, and all living things are extinct. It is suspected that there is a terrifying existence guarding it."
It seems that what Elder Xuan Shuang said is true.
While Ye Feng was studying the map carefully, he suddenly felt a few unkind eyes falling on him.
He quietly raised his head and looked in the direction of the source of his gaze.
Not far away, I saw several monks wearing uniforms walking towards this direction. The leader was tall, with an arrogant face, and a bit of scrutiny and hostility in his eyes.
What made Ye Feng raise his eyebrows slightly was that he recognized the costumes of this group of people.
Those are...the clothes of the inner disciples of Wanjian Sect!
As for the man at the head, although he was some distance away, the sword intent and the slightly familiar, sinister face reminded Ye Feng of a certain name in an instant.
"Hu Yanchen?" The name flashed in Ye Feng's mind, but he didn't expect that he had broken through to the first level of Jindan in just a short time.
The genius disciple of Wanjian Sect who was said to have an innate sword body and was defeated in the competition.
Why is he here?
Moreover, it seems that it is coming for me.
Ye Feng put away the jade map slip, put the cynical smile on his lips again, and watched the other party approaching in leisurely time.
Trouble seems to always come to your door.
Hu Yanchen and his party quickly walked up to Ye Feng and surrounded him.
Seeing this, the surrounding monks stepped back some distance, obviously not wanting to get involved.
Although the name of Wanjian Sect is not as loud as in their own territory in the Northern Territory, no one dares to provoke it easily.
"Ye Feng?" Hu Yanchen looked Ye Feng up and down, his eyes cold, with undisguised hatred and a hint of condescension, "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."
Ye Feng picked his ears and said lazily: "It's quite a coincidence. Why, fellow Taoist Huyan is not practicing your sword in Wanjian Sect, so you came to this place in the ice and snow to freeze your "innate sword body" and see if it can become an "acquired popsicle"?"
As soon as these words came out, several Wanjian Sect disciples behind Hu Yanchen immediately glared at him.
"Bold! How dare you be rude to senior brother Hu Yan!"
"Seeking death!"
Hu Yanchen raised his hand to stop the shouts of the junior brothers behind him. He reprimanded, but there was no trace of anger on his face. Instead, he showed a cold smile: "The sharp teeth and sharp mouth are still the same as before. Ye Feng, I am very curious, why don't you stay in Tianji Sect and come to this dangerous northern region? Could it be that... you are here to die?"
His eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, as if he wanted to see something from his face.
Ye Feng's heart moved.
"What am I doing here is none of your business?" Ye Feng shrugged, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. "But you, Hu Yanchen, are walking in a hurry and with murderous intent. Could it be that you were not embarrassed enough in the competition last time and want to be embarrassed again?"
"You!" A cold light flashed in Hu Yanchen's eyes, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and the sword intent almost came out of his body. The last humiliation was an eternal thorn in his heart!
But he endured it after all. This is a frozen city, and private fights are prohibited in the city. Although he is conceited, he does not want to openly challenge the rules here and cause unnecessary trouble.
"Very good." Hu Yanchen took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to take action, and sneered, "Since you are seeking death yourself, then I will help you. Outside the frozen city, is your burial place!"
"We are always here for you." Ye Feng's smile remained unchanged, but a cold light flashed deep in his eyes, "However, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
The two people's eyes met in the air, and the invisible murderous collision made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a few points.
After a moment of stalemate, Hu Yanchen snorted coldly, turned around and left with his people.
"Let's go! Keep an eye on him. If he dares to leave the city, notify me immediately!" Before leaving, Hu Yanchen whispered to the disciples beside him. Although his voice was low, it was just enough for Ye Feng to hear.
Looking at Hu Yanchen and others leaving, the smile on Ye Feng’s face disappeared and was replaced by indifference.
It seems that a dragnet has been set up outside the frozen city, waiting for him.
"It's a bit interesting."
He did not change his plan because of Hu Yanchen's appearance. The information has been obtained, and the preparations that need to be made are almost complete.
As for the ambush outside the city...
Ye Feng is not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated. If you want to kill him, you must be prepared to be killed in reverse!
After staying in Xueyanju for another day, Ye Feng carefully studied the jade map slips he bought from the old man several times, memorizing all the key routes and danger marks in his mind. At the same time, he was also prepared to deal with interceptions outside the city.
He knew very well that since Hu Yanchen had said harsh words in the city, it was impossible to just scare him. Disciples of Wanjian Sect, especially geniuses like Hu Yanchen, have always been arrogant and unyielding.
But Ye Feng was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he was even vaguely looking forward to it.
Although his cultivation has only reached the seventh level of foundation building, he has made great progress in both his use of the Star Thunder Sword and his recent understanding of some techniques. He also wanted to see how far his current strength had reached.
Moreover, since these people came to his door to serve as "whetstones", there was no reason why he couldn't help them.
The sky is still gloomy and the cold wind is howling.