(4-2)

On the Longshan Mountains, heavy snow, biting cold wind, everywhere a vast expanse of white.

Four directions on the top of the hill, each standing a dark tripod, which was smoking, a pungent smell pervading the top of the hill, but also made the cold get a little dispersed.

"Wow, so high --- hand, disrespect, admiration, long admiration." When the cold son came up, he said happily, but in his heart he said, "Your grandmother's, don't you think so, don't you just fight a little big man with me? There are so many people here."

At the top of the Longshan Mountains, the eleven factions added up to two...