Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Sikong Qianluo looked at the somewhat handsome middle-aged man with some beards, and immediately recognized him.

Showing a sweet smile and waving to him: "Daddy!"

"Damn it, Sikong Changfeng actually overheard those words just now." Lei Wujie immediately felt that this was the scene of the society's death.

Sikong Changfeng pampered Sikong Qianluo's head fondly: "My family Qianluo is really getting more and more beautiful."

"Father, I have met many friends in the Jianghu these days." Sikong Qianluo smiled softly.

"I know, Tang Lian has already told me about it." Sikong Changfeng felt that his daughter's personality had changed a lot, but she was developing towards a better place.

Then he looked at Lei Wujie carefully with curious eyes.

"Uncle, do you know me?" Lei Wujie asked intentionally.

"You are here to enter the Dengtian Pavilion to meet an old friend, right?" Sikong Changfeng showed a predictable smile.

"Dengtian Pavilion is a bit dangerous, let's talk about it after I enter the Fuyao Realm of the Happy Heaven Realm."

Lei Wujie used a sneak attack last time to deceive Li Hanyi, and now he ran to Dengtian Pavilion, why should the hot-tempered sister beat him to death?
"Lei Shaoxia has become so humble? What a surprise." Murong Xiyin pretended to be surprised.

"I've always been so humble, okay?" Lei Wujie gave her a white look.

"Oh?" Murong Xiyin pretended to be incredulous, "When you stabbed Yan Zhantian to death last month, you bragged with us for more than ten days."

"You killed Yan Zhantian?" Sikong Changfeng looked at Lei Wujie in disbelief.

A few days ago, he received a letter from his subordinates saying that when Su Muyu led a group of people to riot in Wushuang City, a young man killed Yan Zhantian who came to help him. He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"At that time, he was besieged by a group of masters, and he was dying, so I picked him up, okay?"

Lei Wujie explained with half truth and half lie.

Sikong Changfeng had some displeasure on his face, this kid was so cowardly with his cultivation in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm.

Hanyi, I feel that your brother lacks a youthful heart.

"This girl is young, and she seems to be well-cultivated." Sikong Changfeng turned his attention to Murong Xiyin again.

"The three city lords don't need to test, I just moved the family members here a few days ago."

Murong Xiyin stretched her eyebrows and said with a smile.

"So it's Patriarch Murong, disrespect and disrespect." Sikong Changfeng cupped his hands.

Then he showed a meaningful smile: "What does Patriarch Murong think of the scenery in Xueyue City?"

"Since I have come to Xueyue City with my whole family, I consider this place my home."

Murong Xiyin said bluntly: "But I didn't just want to be an elder when I came here."

"Then what do you want to be?" Sikong Changfeng frowned, he felt that this person was quite ambitious.

"The four city lords of Xueyue City." Murong Xiyin replied as a matter of course.

"What!" Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo looked at each other in surprise, wondering if the woman was crazy?

"Patriarch Murong, first play a game of chess with me before we talk." Sikong Changfeng carried his hands on his back, showing his demeanor.

Murong Xiyin did not refuse, she and Sikong Changfeng came to a courtyard and started to play chess.

Within half an hour, the two fought inextricably, but Murong Xiyin didn't know whether it was a mistake or some strange trick, and she even killed herself.

Sikong Changfeng felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't guess her intention, so he had to continue playing chess according to the original strategy.

After careful observation, Lei Wujie found that although the number of white pieces was inferior, the goal of the battle was more open, unlike before, where hands were bound and feet were tied, and one thing was neglected.

"This is the tactic of the steamer chess game. Could it be that this woman also traveled through time?"

Faced with this unconventional tactic, Sikong Changfeng couldn't adapt immediately, and seemed a little anxious. After being ambushed by Murong Xiyin several times, the territory continued to be lost, and he had to admit defeat in the end.

"Patriarch Murong's chess skills are admired by me, but if you want to be the master of the four cities, you still need that person's approval."

Sikong Changfeng put away the previous contempt and showed admiration.

"You want me to ascend to the No.16 floor of the Dengtian Pavilion and defeat Li Hanyi?"

Murong Xiyin had already seen through his thoughts and smiled slightly.

"That's right." Sikong Changfeng was noncommittal, and deliberately glanced at Lei Wujie, "And you can bring a companion."

"Since that's the case, a gentleman has a word."

"It's hard to chase a horse."

Lei Wujie didn't pay attention to their conversation, and when he and Sikong Qianluo came to the first floor of Dengtian Pavilion without knowing it, he suddenly saw a fat book boy leading an old horse, and a handsome scholar sitting on it .

"The clothes of these two people are similar to that of Wang and his party." Lei Wujie rubbed his chin and guessed their identities.

"Little uncle, you see a man and a woman in front of you, who seem to want to break into the pavilion too?" The book boy said anxiously.

"I told you not to sleep late, but now people are taking the lead."

"It doesn't matter." The scholar didn't care, showing a malicious smile, "They can break into the tenth floor at most, and it would be good to help me consume the elders on the first floor."

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo came to the road to the pavilion, and saw a yawning young man on the steps, biting a big bun.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned his head and said subconsciously:
"Why are there two more idiots here today?" But when he saw the person coming, he subconsciously covered his mouth.

"Xie Yanshu, who do you call an idiot?" Sikong Qianluo glared at him viciously.

"Miss, are you bringing friends to guard the pavilion?" Xie Yanshu showed a flattering smile.

"No, I'll just wander around on it." Lei Wujie smiled.

"That can't be done, Xueyue City has the rules of Xueyue City." Xie Yanshu immediately drew out his long knife and stood ready.

Seeing that his cultivation was not very good, Sikong Qianluo suddenly came up with an idea and pointed the Silver Moon Gun at him.

"You have been in Xueyue City for three months, why don't you practice a few tricks with me?"

"Miss is joking, how dare I fight with you." Xie Yanshu was startled, and moved the point of the gun pointing at him away.

"Then I'll give you two choices, either fight me or him." Sikong Qianluo pointed at Lei Wujie, smiling sinisterly.

"Then I have to offend my brother." Xie Yanshu did not hesitate to make a sword-wielding gesture towards Lei Wujie.

But in the next second, Lei Wujie moved slightly, and suddenly disappeared from his field of vision, and when he reappeared, he was already pressing on his shoulder, pushing him three feet into the ground.

"With this skill, you are already in the Unfettered Heaven Realm, right?" Xie Yanshu's eyesight was not bad, showing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Now I can go up and stroll casually, right?" Lei Wujie patted him on the face a few times, and then stepped onto the Dengtian Pavilion by himself.

Xie Yanshu was a little speechless, you have already cultivated so much, can't you just ascend the pavilion?

"Bang!" Before Xie Yanshu could speak, Sikong Qianluo slammed his gun on his head.

"Don't be distracted, let's learn from each other."

"Miss, you are not fair, I can't get out of the deep pit for a while?"

"That's your business."

"No, then you should act softly. Oops, it hurts like hell. Oops, please forgive me."