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White snow swirled in the air as the cold wind blew like blades. Everywhere was a vast expanse of white forest and sea of snow. Thick trees with white heads protected a pure white forest road as they snaked their way forward.

A pack of hungry wolves chased a carriage through the snow. However, the wolves never dared to approach the carriage, as they always kept a certain distance from it.

A tall and sturdy man wearing a thick leather coat was sitting on top of the carriage, waving his long whip and whipping it from time to time. A crisp sound.

Hunger was unbearable for the wolves. A few of the wolves that were rushing forward bravely rushed to the side of the car and pounced on the big man!

"Clap clap!" A few crisp whipping sounds were heard, along with several howls and howls of the wolves, the three big bad wolves fell head first into the thick snow. The other two wolves were lifted up by the long whip and thrown onto a large tree a few feet away. "Bang bang bang!" Two muffled sounds! Cherry red blood dyed the snow red. Countless snowflakes fell from the tree, smashing the pack of wolves and causing them to howl in rage.

The wolves were infuriated, and they rushed towards the carriage in a frenzy. Suddenly, a row of shiny black serpent-like weapons flew out from the shed. They were swift and fierce, and were only able to pierce through the wolf's throat. More than 20 big grey wolves fell face first into the snow!

This sudden and fierce attack had scared the rest of the wolves out of their wits. They surrounded their dead comrades, howling in misery.

The interior of the car was covered with a thick blanket, and on top of it was a large tiger skin. It was very soft and comfortable to the touch.

A well-dressed, handsome young man was lying on his back on the tiger skin. His upper body was covered by a comfortable pillow. He was concentrating on pruning his beautiful fingernails with a curved, snake-like, extremely thin dart.

His fingers were slender and fleshy, smooth and pointed, as moving as a girl's fingers. The nails were trimmed until they were coconut smooth.

He lay in the trunk, completely at ease, indifferent to the wolves outside, the cold snow.

When the pack of wolves became anxious, he stretched out his long arm without even raising his head and waved it towards the outside of the shed without a care. Then he sharpened his beautiful fingernails again.

The heavy snow covered everything in a silvery white color. The wheels of the carriage were pressing down on the white snow, creating two deep wheel marks.

Guo Xiaobao let out a long breath, stretched, and then lay down again.

Five years ago, shortly after the Spring Festival, his father had given him a letter, arranging for him to go out to study. He was escorted out of his hometown by Uncle Yuan and went to study at Taoist Master Ziluo's place.

He was no longer a young man; he was a man in his twenties, a man on his feet.

He was tall and muscular, and his parents had given him a baby face that looked like it would never grow up; thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a face that was smoother than a girl's, as if it were always full of delightful vigor.

It was his face, it was his eyes, it was this strong, slender figure that had captivated so many young ladies and captivated so many beautiful women. The girl was proud to see the last one, and the young woman was pleased to say a word.

He, on the other hand, was like a stone heart who didn't know how to feel. He didn't appreciate the girls' love and didn't care about the young women's hearts. To the enthusiasm of the girls, the young women's flirtatious eyes are not arrogant.

On the other side of the barrier, his beautiful junior-apprentice sister had deeply loved him, but he had completely ignored her. It caused the junior sister to lose her appetite and fall into a sickness.

After all, he was a hot-blooded young man who valued friendship and friendship. He had been influenced since childhood by his father's loyalty and bravery. His father, Guo Jincheng, was a famous hero in the middle of Chuan. He was upright and loyal. Guo Xiaoban was trained by his father from a young age, and became quite famous in Sichuan and Chongqing in his teens.

However, the Guo surname was a small surname in the local area and was rejected by Li and Liu. Regarding the rise of the Guo surname, a few among Li Liu's second surname did everything possible to stop the rise of the Guo surname, trying to suppress it. Guo Jincheng pretended not to know Li, Liu, and Er's behavior. However, he knew in his heart that one day, they would deal a devastating blow to Guo Jia Village.

In order to deal with this situation, Guo Jincheng trained his talented and intelligent son. But Guo is too kind, Guo Jincheng sent him to the other side of the fortress to learn skills. He would temper his character and strengthen his martial arts.

For the past five years, Guo Xiaobeng stayed outside the city. On this day, Master Luo Zhen suddenly felt a surge of blood in his heart. With a flick of his fingers, he knew that there was something going on at Guo Xiaobang's house. Calling Guo to his side, he said:

"Grandson, since you have mastered your art, pack your luggage and go home. Your parents are worried about you. You aren't young anymore, so you should get married! "

Luo Yuying felt upset when she heard that her senior brother was leaving. Daoist Luo Zhen only pretended not to see his granddaughter, waiting for Guo Xiaobang to say goodbye to his grand-teacher and his fellow disciples. Only then did Daoist Luo Zhen call his granddaughter, Luo Yuying, and whisper in her ear. When Luo Yuying heard her grandfather's words, her rosy face immediately lit up.

The cold wind was even stronger, and the feathery snow was dancing in the air.

The carriage came to a sudden halt. Guo Xiaobeng asked in a loud, unhappy voice:

"Uncle Yuan, why did you stop?"

"Pa Pa!" A few sounds of whips! Following that, a few miserable screams and muffled sounds of people falling onto the ground could be heard!

"Young Master, a dozen wolves suddenly appeared in front of us and blocked our way." "Looks like your Uncle Yuan is getting old, and is somewhat useless. I'll have to trouble nephew to help!"

Yuan Zai's voice came from the shaft of the chariot.

Guo Xiaoban 'chuckled' in reply:

"Great!" His nephew was feeling cold and was about to stretch his body to warm it up. Otherwise, it will freeze me to death, hehe! "

While he was speaking, Guo Xiaobeng's left hand had already lifted the thick hanging curtain in front of him! "Hahaha!" Good heavens! A dozen snowmen held long swords shining with a cold light and surrounded the carriage in a semicircle. Three of the snowmen had already been swept several zhang away by Yuan Zhe's long whips and were rolling about in the snow. A tall snowman was holding onto the whip with one hand!

"Woosh woosh woosh woosh!" Black streaks of azure light shot out like lightning. Snowman and his five companions who were holding onto the tail of the whip fell to the ground. Each of them had a black snake shaped dart in their throats. None of the six darts missed, and no one was able to dodge. All they could do was seal their throats.

Several darts were fired at the same time, at different targets, and each one was about to hit the throat. This was an extremely difficult task. The height of each dart, the distance between left and right, and the strength required were all perfect. This required great skill and strong inner strength, and Guo Xiaobang had done it. From the wolves to the Snowman, he had been able to use his dart without any mistakes.

At the same time the six snowmen fell to the ground, the remaining snowmen instantly rose up one zhang into the air, pouncing towards the carriage like vicious wolves!