The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 627 The Wandering Swordsman 18

"Yu'er, aren't you cold wearing so little? We're almost at Lingxiao City, you should change into something warmer."

Min Rou looked at her thinly dressed son, her brows furrowed, her voice full of worry.

As they approached the Snow Mountain Sect's territory, the weather grew colder and colder, and as far as the eye could see, everything was covered in snow.

The biting wind whipped up fine snowflakes that lashed against my face, cutting like knives.

Even though everyone had internal energy protecting them, they still couldn't withstand the extreme weather conditions. They changed into thick clothes early on, and even wore fur coats on the outermost layer to protect themselves from the wind and snow.

Everyone was wrapped up in layers of clothing, looking like a group of clumsy bears.

Among this group of "bulky" figures, Shi Zhongyu was only wearing a thin dark blue cotton coat, which made him look exceptionally clean, neat, and heroic, but also made him seem a bit too thin.

Upon hearing this, Shi Zhongyu simply smiled faintly: "No need, this kind of wind and snow can't do anything to me."

He spoke casually, as if it were just a casual remark, and didn't seem to care about this extremely cold place.

It was just a sentence, but to the Snow Mountain Sect disciples who already harbored prejudice against him, it sounded particularly harsh, even carrying a hint of contempt and arrogance.

The people of the Snow Mountain Sect have lived in this icy and snowy land for many years, and each of them is quite skilled in martial arts and has internal strength. They have long been accustomed to the cold climate here.

Even so, they never dared to underestimate the power of this icy world. They always wore very heavy clothing, otherwise they would not be able to withstand the cold wind and snow year after year.

Now, relying on his skills which he learned from who-knows-where, Shi Zhongyu dares to spout nonsense in front of them, saying that "the wind and snow can't do anything to him."

An older disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect couldn't help but sneer and mutter sarcastically, "Heh, what an arrogant brat. He's good at showing off, but let's see if he can hold on once we get into the deep valley."

Another person chimed in coldly in a low voice: "The wind and snow on the snow-capped mountains can't be stopped by a few big words."

The group whispered among themselves about Shi Zhongyu, but Shi Zhongyu ignored them. He flicked his sleeve and sent them tumbling to the ground, rolling around several times before finally stopping.

The Snow Mountain Sect members, from their leader Bai Zizai down to the ordinary disciples, were all incredibly stubborn and arrogant. Even if the sky were to fall, their mouths would be the ones to hold it up.

Along the way, they were wary of Shi Zhongyu's strength and dared not openly provoke him. Now that they had returned to their own territory, they felt that Bai Zizai was backing them up, so they naturally spoke with more confidence.

Ultimately, it's about bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Shi Zhongyu ignored them and slowly closed his eyes amidst the swirling snow. He raised his head slightly, as if sensing something, and appeared extremely calm.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again, then squatted down and placed his hands on the snow.

In an instant, a cool sensation spread from my palm throughout my body, reaching right to my bone marrow.

Shi Zhongyu slowly withdrew his hands, which were red from the cold, and then held them up in front of his eyes, watching the snowflakes on his hands gradually melt into water droplets from the warmth of his palms.

However, before these water droplets could fall, they were quickly frozen into frost by the strong wind.

Looking at the thin layer of frost remaining on his palm, Shi Zhongyu suddenly felt a strange sensation welling up in his heart.

Just a moment ago, the world seemed to respond to him.