Song of Adolescence

Wuxin stood under the gate of Xueyue City, looking at the tall Dengtian Pavilion beside him. There was a young man squatting outside the pavilion and eating buns. Wuxin smiled, thinking that Lei Wujie would climb to the top of the pavilion with a single sword. It should be quite awe-inspiring.

If you go by yourself, you will be able to reach the top of the pavilion easily, not to mention that Tang Lian is not here now, even if he is not his opponent, the thunder cloud crane who fell to the realm at that time could not stop him, just after climbing to the top of the pavilion, Can we go further?

He murmured unintentionally, holding Li Hanyi in both hands. Li Hanyi was already almost supporting Xueyue City, but finally fainted after exhaustion. Unintentionally knowing that Li Hanyi’s female identity has not intended to be known to the entire Xueyue City, so she tore off a piece of clothing to cover her stunning face.

"Monk, who asked you to come back?" An unceremonious voice sounded, unintentionally raised his head, and saw Sikong Changfeng standing there with his spear. He seemed to have just woke up, without his hair tied, and his long hair was in the wind. Flying in.

"Sikong Qiangxian, it's been a long time." Wuxin nodded slightly.

"I want to ask you something." Sikong Changfeng said with a pause.

Wuxin sighed: "No one made anyone come back, I came back by myself."

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

"I dare not, but the spear fairy asked me to go back to the sky at the time, and I did. It's just that we didn't agree when to return to Beili? Since there is no agreement, of course I can come back anytime." Wuxin said flatly," Is there any problem with this?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled and said: "The monk is very eloquent, but I don't know if the kung fu on his hands is getting better when his mouth is getting better and better." Just after the words, Sikong Changfeng jumped off the city wall. , The spear in his hand spun out a spear flower, and slammed it at Wuxin.

Unintentionally withdrawing in a hurry, Li Hanyi fell off as soon as he loosened his hand.

Sikong Changfeng's long spear stabbed down, and then lifted Li Hanyi to his side. He hugged Li Hanyi with his left hand, and gently held Li Hanyi's neck with his fingers: "Hanyi, why did you suffer such a severe internal injury? Who did it?"

Unintentional hurriedly folded his hands together: "Buddha bless, this is really not my job."

Sikong Changfeng slammed Li Hanyi back, and Yin Luoxia didn't know when she was there, so she immediately retreated after catching Li Hanyi. Sikong Changfeng completely ignored the unintentional excuse and waved his spear.

The wind stops.

Unintentionally felt that the surrounding air had solidified, and all movements were slowed down until the dust floating in the air was clearly visible.

next moment.

Wind blows!

A long spear broke out of the wind, and the gun body was black and zealous, and it looked like a dragon.

Unintentionally put your hands together, and the Prajna Heart Clock will rise.

Smashed with one shot.

He retreated unintentionally, and moved up with his supernatural feet. He was in good shape and did whatever he wanted. As soon as he retreated, he avoided the spear.

But I heard the wind again!

The speed at Sikong Changfeng's feet was no slower than that of Super Magic, and the spear came even faster. Unintentional retreat cannot be retreated, but can only be hard-wired. He slammed his long sleeves, and the silver light on both sleeves was shining, which was really the impossible phase power that Ye Dingzhi used to use back then.

"There is still a lot of time to meet." Sikong Changfeng sneered, "Unfortunately all of them are vulnerable. Broken!"

The wind rises again, and the dust dances wildly.

Unintentionally dropped his sleeves and stood there.

A spear hit his throat.

Wuxin could entangle with the angry sword Xianyan Zhantian for a long time and was undefeated, but fell in the battle against Sikong Changfeng's third shot. A look of appreciation flashed in Sikong Changfeng's eyes: "You have entered the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm? You can enter the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm so young, and the old monk Wangyou didn't mistake you.

"How about entering the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm? Compared with the predecessor of the spear fairy, it is really laughable and generous." Wuxin sighed, "but the conscience of heaven and earth, Buddha bless. Senior Li Hanyi is really not my injury."

"Nonsense, do you have that ability?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Why did the senior beat me?" Wuxin looked innocent.

"Although she relied on getting started early and insisted on being a senior sister, Baili and I have always raised her as a junior sister. Such a water-spirited junior sister has taken care of her for more than ten years, so that you, a little monk, hugged me. I feel angry. "Sikong Changfeng tapped Wuxin's shoulder with a spear, "If Zhao Yuzhen comes, he will have to be beaten."

Unintentionally smiled: "Little monk doesn't want to, I'm a monk."

"Let's talk, who wounded her." Sikong Changfeng retracted the spear. "Xie Xuan told me before that Hanyi went into trouble because of Zhao Yuzhen's death, and he went to help me find her back. Why are you monk here? What about Xie Xuanren?"

"At that time, Senior Cold Clothes and Senior Lei Hong were chased by the Dark River Killer Puppet and Thirty-Two Spider Shadows. Because the two had fought against each other before, they were not lightly injured. Senior Cold Clothes was secretly taken down because of the loss of their minds. Very poisonous. When Senior Confucian Sword Immortal arrived, Dark River almost succeeded. In the end, he was able to heal the cold-clothed Senior. Senior Lei was alone against the Thirty-Two Spider Shadows. Although his swordsmanship was outstanding, he still had some differences. The enemy finally detonated the gunpowder of the killing sword and barely blocked it. But then, he was also badly injured and could not move. The puppet had one final blow!" Wuxin stopped suddenly.

Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly: "What then?"

Wuxin was very satisfied with Sikong Changfeng’s cooperation, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were full of arrogance: "Then little monk, I came on stage in time, a heart clock blocked the puppet’s sword, and another incomprehensible skill knocked him out. Then a Buddhism innocence broke the solitary array. A big defeat in the dark river!

Sikong Changfeng looked a little embarrassed, so he cleared his throat: "It's really amazing."

"I dare not dare." Wuxin waved his hand pretendingly, "If Senior Gun Fairy was there, he would naturally be more powerful."

"I'm a guest from afar, although I don't know why you are here. But since you will find a cold coat, it means that it is for your father's business. Let me enter the city." Sikong Changfeng was too lazy to talk nonsense with the monk and turned around After he got up, he walked towards the city, unintentionally, without refusing, flicking his long sleeves to follow.

Suddenly, a horse neighed not far away.

"City Lord Sikong, please stay." A respectful voice followed.

Sikong Changfeng and Wuxin turned around at the same time, only to see a man with a hat riding a group of black horses towards them. On the top of the hat, there is a square "hundred" written on it.

This person's martial arts should not be very high.

But his light work is absolutely high.

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

"Jianghu Baixiaotang?" Wuxin murmured.

Sikong Changfeng just looked at the scroll.

The situation in the world is quiet, and Jinbang discusses martial arts names.