Howl~
Inside Yinfeng Valley, fierce winds howled, and the biting cold struck them in the face.
As soon as Fang Zhixing entered Yinfeng Valley, he felt as if he had instantly returned from autumn to the freezing cold of deep winter.
The whistling cold wind, carrying tiny shards of frost, flew chaotically everywhere, scraping painfully against the face.
The soil underfoot was extremely hard.
Not far away, there was a small river that had frozen over.
"Oh, it's really cold!"
Lv Chuanyin's teeth chattered non-stop. He had already put on a thick fur coat, but the cold wind still made him shiver continuously.
Fang Zhixing was handling it much better. The cold wind blew against him, and wisps of white vapor emerged from his head and body.
Seeing Lv Chuanyin suffering from the cold, he then realized the huge difference in physical condition between martial artists and ordinary people.