Wuxin stood under the gate of Xueyue City, looking at the high Dengtian Pavilion beside him. There was a young man squatting outside the pavilion, eating delicious steamed buns. Wuxin smiled, thinking of Lei Wujie alone.

The sword is on the top of the pavilion, it should be quite majestic.

If he went by himself, he would be able to reach the top of the pavilion easily. Not to mention that Tang Lian was not here now, and even if he was there, he would not be his opponent. Lei Yunhe, who had fallen to the lowest level at that time, could not stop him. But after he climbed to the top of the pavilion,

Is it possible to go further?

Wuxin murmured to himself, holding Li Hanyi with both hands. Li Hanyi had almost reached Xueyue City, but in the end he fainted from exhaustion. Wuxin knew that Li Hanyi's identity as a woman had not planned to let the entire Xueyue City.

I knew it, so I tore off a piece of clothing to cover her stunning face.

"Monk, who asked you to come back?" A rude voice sounded. He looked up unintentionally and saw Sikong Changfeng standing there holding a spear. He seemed to have just woken up, and his hair was not tied up. His long hair was blowing in the wind.

Flying in the middle.

"Sikong Qianxian, long time no see." Wu Xin nodded slightly.

"I'm asking you something." Sikong Changfeng said word by word.

Wuxin sighed: "No one asked anyone to come back, I came back myself."

"Have you forgotten your agreement with me?" Sikong Changfeng frowned.

"I don't dare. It's just that the Spear Immortal asked me to go back to Tianwaitian, and I did go back. But we didn't agree on when to return to Beili, right? Since there was no agreement, of course I can come back at any time." Wu Xin said lightly, "

Is there anything wrong with that?”

Sikong Changfeng smiled and said: "Monk is very eloquent, but I don't know if the skills of his hands are getting better as his words become more and more powerful." As soon as he said this, Sikong Changfeng jumped down from the city wall.

, a spear flower spun out from the spear in his hand and stabbed towards Wu Xin.

Wuxin retreated in a hurry, and as soon as his hand loosened, Li Hanyi fell down immediately.

Sikong Changfeng stabbed down with his spear, then raised it up and snatched Li Hanyi to his side. He hugged Li Hanyi with his left hand and gently held Li Hanyi's jugular with his fingers: "Hanyi, why did you suffer such serious internal injuries?

?Who did it?”

Wu Xin hurriedly clasped his hands together: "Buddha bless you, I really didn't do this."

Sikong Changfeng threw Li Hanyi back violently, and Yin Luoxia had already arrived at some point. She caught Li Hanyi and immediately retreated. Sikong Changfeng completely ignored Wuxin's excuse and waved his spear.

The wind stopped.

Wuxin felt that the air around him had solidified, and all movements were slowed down, so slowly that even the dust floating in the air could be clearly seen.

The next moment.

The wind is blowing!

A long spear shot out of the wind. Its body was black and lustrous, and it was as powerful as a dragon.

Wu Xin put his hands together and raised the Prajna Heart Bell.

Smashed with one shot.

Unintentionally, he retreated sharply, his divine feet were activated, his body shape was as desired, he followed his will, and he avoided the spear as soon as he retreated.

But it’s happening again!

The speed of Sikong Changfeng's feet was no slower than that of Shenzu Tong, and the spear came even faster. He had no intention of retreating, but could only take it hard. He waved his long sleeves suddenly, and silver light appeared on both sleeves.

Shining is really the Invisible and Phaseless Kung Fu that Ye Dingzhi often used back then.

"It takes a lot of effort to master." Sikong Changfeng sneered, "It's a pity that they are all vulnerable. Broken!"

The wind picked up again and the dust danced wildly.

Wuxin dropped his sleeves and stood there.

A spear was pressed against his throat.

Wuxin was able to fight with the Furious Sword Xianyan Zhantian for a long time without defeat, but fell behind during the third shot with Sikong Changfeng. However, a hint of appreciation flashed in Sikong Changfeng's eyes: "You enter Xiaoyaotian

Really? You can enter the realm of freedom at such a young age. That old monk Wangyou did not misjudge you."

"So what if you enter the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm? Compared with Senior Gun Immortal, he is really ridiculous." Wu Xin sighed, "But the conscience of heaven and earth, Buddha bless me. Senior Li Hanyi is really not injured by me."

"Nonsense, do you have what it takes?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Then why did senior beat me?" Wu Xin looked innocent.

"Although she insists on becoming a senior sister because she started early, Baili and I have always raised her as a junior sister. I have been taking care of such a charming junior sister for more than ten years, and I am angry that you, a little monk, can hold her.

." Sikong Changfeng hit Wu Xin's shoulder heavily with his spear, "If Zhao Yu really comes, he will be beaten."

Wu Xin smiled bitterly: "Young monk doesn't want to either, I'm a monk."

"Tell me, who wounded her." Sikong Changfeng took back his spear, "Xie Xuan told me before that Han Yi became obsessed with Zhao Yuzhen's death, and he went to help me find her. Why is it you, the monk, who is here?

?Where is Xie Xuanren?"

"At that time, Senior Hanyi and Senior Lei Hong were chased by the Dark River Killer Puppet and Thirty-two Spider Shadows. Because the two had fought each other before, they were seriously injured. Senior Hanyi was secretly killed because he had lost his mind.

Extremely poisonous. When Senior Confucian Sword Immortal arrived, An He had almost succeeded. In the end, he used his kung fu to heal Senior Hanyi's injuries. Senior Lei fought against the thirty-two spider shadows alone. Although his swordsmanship was world-class, he still had some limitations.

The enemy finally detonated the gunpowder of the Killing Sword to barely block it. But then, he was also seriously injured and could not move. But he still had one last blow!" Wu Xin suddenly stopped.

Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly: "What then?"

Wuxin was very satisfied with Sikong Changfeng's cooperation. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were full of arrogance: "Then I, the little monk, came on the stage in time. I blocked Puppet's sword with a heart clock, and knocked him out with a helpless and phaseless skill.

Then a burst of Buddhist Qi broke through Guxu’s formation and defeated Anhe!"

Sikong Changfeng looked a little embarrassed and had to clear his throat: "It's really amazing."

"Don't dare." Wu Xin waved his hand pretending to be humble, "If Senior Gun Immortal was here, he would naturally be even more powerful."

"I am a visitor from afar. Although I don't know why you are here. But since you are looking for Hanyi, it means you are here for your father's business. Come with me into the city." Sikong Changfeng was too lazy to talk nonsense with the monk anymore and turned around.

He stood up and walked towards the city. Wu Xin did not refuse, flicking his long sleeves and followed.

Suddenly, a horse neighed not far away.

"City Lord Sikong, please stay." This was followed by a respectful voice.

Sikong Changfeng and Wuxin turned around at the same time, and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat riding a group of black horses towards them. On the bamboo hat, there was a square "hundred" written on it.

This person's martial arts skills shouldn't be very high.

But his Qinggong is definitely very high.

He held a scroll in his hand, a golden scroll.

"Jianghu Baixiaotang?" Wuxin muttered.

Sikong Changfeng just looked at the scroll.
Chapter completed!