Chapter 35: Tianluodiwang

Sikong Qianluo put away the spear. She was originally the guardian of the fourteenth floor of the Ascending Sky Pavilion today. She followed her father Sikong Changfeng to practice spear skills since she was a child. In this Xueyue City, even if she abandons the identity of the spear fairy girl, her martial arts are still of this generation. Among the young disciples, there are only a few disciples second only to Tang Lian, and even the apprentice Luo Mingxuan of the elder Luoxia Fairy is one level behind her, but facing this, he seems to have a frivolous pace and does not seem to have a deep internal strength. The young boy in Qingshan, she shot 30 times in a row, but never succeeded.
"Who are you?" Sikong Qianluo clenched the spear in his hand.
Xiao Se stopped his steps leisurely, and said with a smile: "Xueluo Villa, Xiao Se."
Sikong Qianluo thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of school is Xueluo Mountain Villa?"
"Not a martial art, just an inn." Xiao Se explained.
Sikong Qianluo's face sank: "Are you kidding me?"
"I am an innkeeper. If you don't believe me, what can I do?" Xiao Se spread his hands.
Sikong Qianluo no longer spoke, but raised the spear and said angrily: "The wind stops!"
The wind on the lower gate, the flowers on the upper gate. Cangshan snow, Erhai moon. There was a legend about the wind in Xiaguan: a long time ago, a white fox on Cangshan became a beauty and came to the world, and fell in love with a scholar of the Bai nationality. One day, the scholar's husband found out about the two of them and angrily used the inkstone to knock the scholar down into the Erhai Lake. To save her lover, the white fox ran to the South China Sea to find Guanyin Bodhisattva for help. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva gave her six bottles of wind, and when she left, he told her not to speak, let alone scream. However, the eager white fox hurried to the road. When he came to Tianyi Bridge, he didn't notice that he was tripped and fell over. He yelled "Ouch," and Liupingfeng ran five bottles at once. Since then, Xiaguan has been strong winds. But in fact, it is only because Xiaguan City is located at the mountain pass, at the exit of the valley between Cangshan and Ailao Mountains, so the strong winds continue throughout the year, especially in winter and spring.
But with Sikong Qianluo's "wind stopped", the wind on the whole long street stopped almost instantly.
Sagong Qianluo shouted again: "The wind is rising!"
The wind across the street seemed to hover above her spear in an instant, and the wind whistling from the gun head, a shot was no longer the ordinary and fierce attack just now, but a blow that swept the street.
When the shot was shot, Xiao Se suddenly remembered the story that the tea shop Xiaoer told yesterday: When Sikong Changfeng was standing in the Dengtian Pavilion, the wind across the city stopped, all hovering in the black robe with the dark golden spear. Around the man. At this moment, the legend became a reality, and the spear that could stir up the whole city was right in front of him.
No, it's on my chest!
Xiao Se retreats sharply. His stepping on the clouds is a light skill known as walking on the clouds. If you practice one more level, you will be able to step on the wind after you learn how to sway. But now, facing the long wind in the street, his step on the cloud is still so bad.
"Little Master Uncle." Because of the hexagram just now, the book boy who was grateful to Xiao Se hurriedly shouted.
The scholar hesitated, his intention was to never show martial arts in Xueyue City before seeing that person, not to mention he had a hunch that this bleakness seemed to have hidden a hand.
"I'm taking care of it. I didn't expect to be so beautiful and good at kung fu." Xiao Se shook his head and sighed as he retreated.
Sagong Qianluo was taken aback.
So pretty? This man who is more beautiful than a woman praises me for being beautiful?
At such a critical moment, Sikong Qianluo blushed suddenly, as if a peach blossom sprinkled on the snow.
The tip of the gun finally leaned an inch at the last minute, tearing Xiao Se's right-hand sleeve robe to shreds. The spear retracted and the wind roared all over the street.
"What a peerless shot. My daughter is like this, I don't know what kind of demeanor the spear fairy should have." The scholar sighed with the wind on the street.
Xiao Se tore off the shattered sleeves, looked at the girl of the Gun Fairy who was standing in a daze, blushing, and smiled: "I can't stop your way, you can go."
Sikong Qianluo came back to his senses, put away his spear, and looked at the young man in the blue shirt with ragged sleeves, but he turned on his horse and asked, "You say it again, what is your name?"
"Xiao Se." Xiao Se smiled slightly.
"We will see each other again." Sagong Qianluo tried his best, but when she saw a rebel rushing back from Dengtian Pavilion, she frowned, "What? That person has gone to the fifteenth floor?"
"No, Young Master Tang Lian has gone to guard the fourteenth floor." Hu Cong replied.
"Big brother?" Sikong Qianluo was stunned, looked at bleak thoughtfully, and asked inexplicably, "Do you know how strong my gun is?"
"At least in this generation of Xueyuecheng disciples, can you rank in the top ten?" Xiao Se thought for a while and replied.
Sikong Qianluo was noncommittal, and just continued: "Big brother is the number one, I can use this gun in front of him to test undefeated, fight for life and death, he raises his hand, three hidden weapons can kill me And my father said that after the experience three months ago, the martial arts of the big brother is already above some elders. You stopped me and exchanged for the number one Tang Lian in Snow Moon City, is it worth it?"
After hearing what Sikong Qianluo said, Xiao Se didn't have any worries on his face. Instead, he was a little more relaxed. He smiled and said, "If it is Tang Lian, of course it will be worth it."
"Big brother, long time no see." Lei Wujie smiled heartily at Tang Lian, and when he met Tang Lian at this time and here, there was always a sense of intimacy when he met Tang Lian.
With a wave of Tang Lian's long sleeves, a piercing nail brushed past Lei Wujie’s ears, and a few hairs fell off. Lei Wujie’s face remained unchanged and smiled. Tang Lian sighed and shook her head: Go ahead, don't you call me brother?"
"Others don't call, brother must call. After all, we have experienced life and death together." Lei Wujie was not hurt by Tang Lian's cold attitude, and he still looked beaming.
Tang Lian was still expressionless: "Why are you here to break into the Dengtian Pavilion? You are a disciple of the Thunder Gate. If you want to enter the city, you only need the elders to write a famous thorn for you."
"Brother, did I tell you about my master? My master is called Lei Hong, who was called the wizard of the Leimen once in a century more than ten years ago, but he took the path he wanted to go and didn't go. The elders chose the road for him. Later, when he was rushing through the rivers and lakes, he met a person who was locked in prison because of the agreement with this person, and trapped himself in the small courtyard of that side. Brother, you were born in Tang Sect, So you should know that in an aristocratic family like Lei Jiabao, a master family lives with countless branch families, but the glory belongs only to the master family. If the division wants to share the glory, it has to pay twice. His efforts. Once a disciple of the separation of the family loses the value of being used, no one will pay attention to him anymore, and he will be allowed to fend for himself in that courtyard, and no one will pay attention to him anymore."
"My parents died very early. I have lived in my uncle's house since I was a child. My uncle treated me very well, but he was just an unwilling disciple of the separation. He drank all day and didn't care about me. I accidentally ran in once. In the master’s courtyard, he looked up at the sky at that time and was in a daze. I asked him what are you looking at, uncle. But he asked me if he wanted to learn martial arts with him. After that day, I started to learn martial arts from the master. , One practice is ten years."
"Three months ago, my master suddenly said to me that he is about to die and he has about a year to live. He wants to see someone before he dies. This person lives in Xueyue City, but the world can see him. There are very few people. I don’t have a name because I am different from my senior. I am not a prominent figure in the family, but a child of a separated family. But I will fulfill my master’s wish and I want to meet that person."
"I have said so much." Lei Wujie smiled embarrassedly, "I just want to say something to my senior brother, I'm here to enter the Dengtian Pavilion, just to fulfill a wish of my master, not for the benefit of fame. So I really want to do it with my brother, please don't blame it..."
A silver light flashed in Tang Lian's hand, and the fingertip blade that had begun to become famous was already in her hand: "Lei Wujie, do you think you can fight me?"
"If it were me before, even if I tried my best to fight, I would definitely not be my brother’s opponent. But in Xiaguan City, I met a man, and he invited me to drink three glasses of wine, and my fire technique was connected. Three-level realm. If you fight hard, and the seniors release the water, I think there is still a chance..." Lei Wujie lifted his anger and his eyes became red.
"Put the water?" Tang Lian suddenly ejected the fingertip blade in her hand, and the almost transparent knife flew around the room.
Lei Wujie lifted his qi, and without hesitation, he went straight to the fourth realm in the art of fire-Lihuo.
"Not enough." Tang Lian sneered.
Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and raised his anger again! The Fifth Realm of Fire Art-Dragon Fire Realm!
"This is almost enough to see." Tang Lian's fingertip blade returned to her hand.
Lei Wujie looked around and found that when the fingertips were dancing around the room, a nearly transparent spider web had already surrounded the room.
There is one kind of weapon in the world, and only one kind of weapon. There is no blade but only the blade. This almost transparent silk thread is terribly sharp, and the wound caused by the murder is completely flat. The skin of the wound is almost not rolled up, just like cutting wax with a knife. This weapon is called--
"Knife wire?" Lei Wujie frowned slightly.
Tang Lian nodded: "Master and the patriarch of Dark River are good friends for many years. He knew that I was studying hidden weapons and asked for this roll of knife wire for me. This is my original killing formation, the net of heaven and earth. Lei Wujie, you are wrong. , I will not release water."
"It is an honor for me to let the big brother go all out." Lei Wujie smiled, knowing that he has no room to stay.
The air in the pavilion seemed to be burning up, and behind Lei Wujie there seemed to be a flame bird shape slowly revealed
The sixth state of the fire art, Garuda!