Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

After a period of chaos, Lu Xiaofeng still took the Rakshasa card, took Jian Suifeng and Sikong Zhaixing and left the capital. According to the current situation, if others followed Lu Xiaofeng, they would most likely be besieged together, but Sikong Zhaixing was not afraid.

In this vast martial arts world, no one knows what Sikong Zhaixing looks like. He likes to change his appearance for fun. He is fearless when following Lu Xiaofeng and is not afraid of being targeted at all.

It can be said that so far, apart from the innate people, Sikong Zhaixing is the only one who can help Lu Xiaofeng without hesitation. Ximen Chuxue is far away in Luomei Villa in the north, and it is too late to find him. Hua Manlou has finally had a normal life, and Lu Xiaofeng does not want to implicate him.

As for Shaman, who brought the Rakshasa card, although she seemed to have some connections with the people from the Silver Hook Casino, and Lu Xiaofeng got along well with this beauty, but this was not the original plot after all. At this time, Shaman had long left Gong Jiu, and she didn't want to care about this kind of troublesome matter at all.

So in the end, the only ones who decided to go to the Yin Gou Casino were the classic combination of Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing, plus Jian Suifeng who was recommended by Tianji to help.

Given that the three people's Qinggong speeds were not synchronized, they chose to travel by carriage. However, this carriage had been modified by Zhu Ting and was faster and more stable than ordinary carriages.

"so amazing."

In the carriage, Jian Suifeng looked around Sikong Zhaixing, occasionally looking thoughtful.

"I can't find any traces of disguise at all, you're amazing!"

"...Have you never seen the art of disguise?"

Looking at Jian Suifeng's curious eyes, Sikong Zhaixing felt puzzled. He had never been treated like this when dealing with those innate people before. In the eyes of the other party, he was like running naked, and they could recognize him at a glance no matter what he looked like.

This was the first time Sikong Zhaixing had seen someone like Jian Suifeng show curiosity and praise his magical talents.

"Of course I've seen disguise techniques before, but yours is different from ours, but I can't find any flaws."

What Jian Suifeng was curious about was that even though he knew that this was Sikong Zhaixing, he still couldn't see any flaws in his disguise, and the heights of the men, women, young and old were all very blurry.

"In fact, few people in our area use disguises. If you want a fake identity, those with high cultivation can directly use an external body, while those with low cultivation can use magic. As long as you are mentally prepared, you can find a corpse on the roadside and possess it with your soul."

"Has anyone done that last one?"

Regardless of whether attaching a soul to another person's corpse is immoral or not, Sikong Zhaixing felt a little disgusted. It was a corpse!

"Yes, they are all very famous people."

Jian Suifeng lifted his bangs and continued talking about his "disguise technique".

"In fact, I feel that some of the rules over there are quite strange. Sometimes, for the needs of the plot, someone will wear a nightgown to kill people in broad daylight, and no one has noticed that the nightgown has become an invisible cloak. Also, is there a saying here that practicing martial arts can lead to plastic surgery..."

Lu Xiaofeng sat outside the carriage, listening to Jian Suifeng and Sikong Zhaixing chatting in the carriage. It was after he realized that Jian Suifeng might be a person with excess energy that he took the initiative to take on the job of driving and left these problems to Sikong Zhaixing.

Facts have proved that Lu Xiaofeng made a very correct choice. He only needed to sit on the carriage and watch the horses run, leisurely. However, Sikong Zhaixing inside had to rack his brains to answer Jian Suifeng's various strange questions and had no time to relax at all.

Although Jian Suifeng's questions are all kinds of strange, they are all very interesting as long as you know the answer, and they are very good for entertaining people.

However, no matter how easy the journey is, given Lu Xiaofeng's current situation, there will always be someone coming to cause trouble.

"Another siege. It's really rare to see you guys so united."

Looking at the people surrounding him, Lu Xiaofeng didn't even stand up. They were all gangsters he didn't recognize. Looking around, he couldn't see any of them who looked like they were from the Rakshasa Sect. They could be easily dealt with.

"Is anyone carjacking? I'll do it, I'll do it!"

A brown head popped out of the car. Jian Suifeng heard the noise from inside and immediately stopped chatting and ran out, saying that he could fight.

Seeing that the other party was eager to try, and thinking about the fighting power of the innate people, Lu Xiaofeng directly made room for Jian Suifeng so that he could get off the carriage and fight.

“After such a long journey, it’s finally my turn to show off my skills!”

It has been some time since they left the capital. I don't know if it was because of the deterrent power of Xinyan Shutai or Mr. Jidao, or maybe it was something the people from the Rakshasa Sect did behind the scenes, but they have been very idle since they left, far less tortuous than when Lu Xiaofeng and Zhu Ting came to the capital.

It was just too boring on the road, so Jian Suifeng started paying attention to Sikong Zhaixing's disguise skills, because the horses pulling the carriage cannot be frightened. He could neither play music nor sing songs, it was really too boring and he could only chat.

Now, someone is looking for trouble, and Jian Suifeng’s chance has come!

"cough."

After getting off the carriage, Jian Suifeng straightened his hair, cleared his throat, and got into position.

"My fellow knights, nice to meet you. My name is Jian Suifeng, and I am a swordsman with a heart of justice...eh?"

Before he finished the introduction, a flying knife suddenly came towards him. Jian Suifeng dodged it by turning his head, and the knife flew into the bushes beside him.

"Why is someone interrupting? According to the rules of the martial arts world, shouldn't you listen to the entire introduction?"

What's wrong with these guys? They are so unsportsmanlike. Don't they know that newcomers should leave enough time to introduce themselves?

"Where did you come from, you idiot boy? Just do it and catch Lu Xiaofeng!"

In fact, if you think about it carefully, these people came halfway to besiege the carriage. How can they have any martial ethics?

"Wait a minute, I haven't said the poem number yet!"

Seeing that the opponent was not following the rules at all, Jian Suifeng had no choice but to draw his sword first.

"Even though you don't want to hear it, I still have to say it. It's a good opportunity to try out my new combined appearance."

The next second, Jian Suifeng disappeared in front of everyone. When the enemy was puzzled, his voice came from all directions, accompanied by an unstoppable sword wind.

“There are no ancients before us, and no successors after us.”

"Where are the people? Ah!"

A line of poetry and a sword whirlwind, the sound of the sword following the wind carries an echo, and in an invisible place, it knocks down the would-be besiegers.

"Thinking of the vastness of the universe, I am alone and shed tears."

When the four lines of poetry were finished, the enemies fell to the ground and the young swordsman who had disappeared before reappeared at the other end of the road. The lingering wind blew up his hair and cloak, and he walked back to the carriage step by step.

When he walked in front of the carriage, Jian Suifeng raised his head, and the deep and mysterious aura around him instantly dissipated.

"How is it? Isn't this handsome?"

"Not bad."

Lu Xiaofeng applauded him enthusiastically, while Sikong Zhaixing was secretly thankful that they did not go to find Ximen Chuxue. If Ximen Chuxue had seen Yi Jian Sui Feng's swordsmanship, it would have been hard to tell who would be pestering whom along the way.

"But what you just said... was it a poem?"

Lu Xiao had heard of many poetic names, most of which were adaptations of classics, but few were like Jian Suifeng who directly copied the original poems. He saw that the other party was so eager to become famous in the world and emphasized his personal characteristics, so he would adapt a poetic name like most people.

"There are other poem titles, but I feel this one is more suitable for the scene of reciting while fighting, and it only has four lines, not too long or too short. If the poem is not finished after the people are killed, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?"

First of all, he, Jian Suifeng, had no intention of implying anything about someone whose poem number was particularly long. He really just thought that these four lines of poetry sounded deeper and more handsome.

"And Diezi told me about the author of this poem. I feel like this poem is very suitable for me."

"I've been wanting to ask you since a while ago, who is that you keep calling Diezai?"

Sikong Zhaixing didn't understand who that "Butterfly" was, but when chatting with him, this "Butterfly" was often mentioned by Jian Suifeng and appeared very frequently.

Those so-called rules of the underworld and methods of becoming famous were all said to be taught to Jian Suifeng by "Die Zai", and it sounds like the relationship between the two is good.

"Diezai, Yinchuan Butterfly, also known as Wife Face, is a very famous killer in our area. He taught me all the skills that made me famous!"

Sikong Zhaixing: Is there a very strange title mixed in the middle?

“If you want to be famous in the world, the most important thing is to have unique features. Only when you have enough unique features can you leave an impression on others and become famous all over the world!”

"Well said, but we have to continue on our journey, so please turn off the echo first."

Until now, Lu Xiaofeng still couldn't understand why Jian Suifeng was the son of the Eternal Night playwright. The father and son were really two different people. And the more he looked at Jian Suifeng's words and deeds, the more he thought of them were like Tianji, including the fact that his voice echoed, which he achieved by some unknown means.

Lu Xiaofeng wondered in his heart whether Jian Suifeng was raised by Tianji. He saw that Yongye Playwright had a good relationship with Tianji. He also heard from Qin Jiaxian before that people in Yunhai Xianmen were related to each other. They looked like an organization, but in fact they were a family.

If the relationship is close, it is normal to take care of each other's children. Tianji himself said that he once took care of a child with his junior fellow apprentice, the one who was called "Li Jing" by the other party when he contacted him before.

With Jian Suifeng, a companion with a strong desire to perform, Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing didn't need to do anything along the way. He was just as Tianji said, lively and energetic. He looked like a young swordsman who had just started out, but he also had extremely superb swordsmanship, which formed a contrast with his own image.

At the same time, no one knew what the three guardians of the Rakshasa Sect were doing. Apart from the gangsters who came to cause trouble in the hope of rising to fame overnight, they had never seen anyone related to the Rakshasa Sect again. They just arrived in Jiangnan safely.

"I feel like I've been running back and forth lately."

"Didn't you do the same before?"

"When I was in the south, I could go to Huaman anytime to get a haircut. Now I travel all over the country with shorter time intervals."

Let's start from the time he came back from the Western Regions. Lu Xiaofeng first followed to the capital, then returned to Jiangnan because of the red shoes issue. After resolving it, he went to the capital again and was caught by the Qimeng people. After going through many twists and turns in those days, he went to Jiangnan to meet up with Zhu Ting and go to the capital. Then, before he could rest for a few days, he went south again for the Rakshasa brand.

In recent times, Lu Xiaofeng has been traveling south and north, and north and south, with an outrageous frequency.

"If we want to find out, we have to go to Kunlun Mountain next year."

If they cannot find any results and cannot find the Jade Rakshasa who faked her death, they can only follow the other party's rules and go to Kunlun Mountain next year to witness the so-called new leader.

"That's not bad either. If Yu Luosha doesn't come out, wouldn't you be the new leader?"

Unlike the other two who were tired, Jian Suifeng was always full of energy, even though he was the one fighting all the way, and he was also the one who talked the most and was the most noisy.

Because when he was dealing with the endless stream of guys of unknown origin, he thought that every time he defeated an enemy, Jian Suifeng's name would be spread by them. When he was near the border of Jiangnan, there were fewer people coming to snatch the Rakshasa cards, and more people knew his name. His fame was growing, and he was happy!

Jian Suifeng's train of thought is this: Yu Luosha's last words were after his death, and the person who finally gets the Rakshasa card will be the new leader. Now the Rakshasa card is with Lu Xiaofeng, and those who know the inside story and are strong think that Lu Xiaofeng definitely does not have the Rakshasa card, while those who do not know the inside story and think that Lu Xiaofeng has the Rakshasa card are not strong enough.

In this case, the biggest possibility is that the card will only stay in Lu Xiaofeng's hands until everything is over. When the time comes, they will go to Kunlun. If Yu Rakshasa cannot show up due to an accident, according to the regulations, Lu Xiaofeng who owns the Rakshasa card will be the new leader in name and in reality.

"Hey, that's really it!"

Lu Xiaofeng was also amused by this statement. He had no idea about the position of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, but whenever he thought about the fact that he met those weird and absurd regulations and became the legitimate candidate for the leader, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing.

"Then let me congratulate you in advance?"

"Forget it. We'll congratulate you when it's successful. Let's think about where to stay first."

It is not known whether the Three Friends of Winter of the Rakshasa Cult have left Jiangnan. The rumors came from Jiangnan. If they want to find a place to stay, they have to observe carefully and not go into a "black shop".

For Lu Xiaofeng, the best place to rest temporarily in Jiangnan is where his good friend Hua Manlou stays. However, given his situation of being besieged by people from the martial arts world, even Baihualou would probably be implicated.

Although Hua Manlou would definitely not mind, after his eyes recovered, the Hua family's concern for their youngest son increased instead of decreased. They felt that they should make up for all the regrets caused by his previous blindness, and their attention to Hua Manlou increased a lot.

If the Hua family knew that he had brought trouble to Hua Manlou, Lu Xiaofeng felt that they would tear him to pieces.

"Why not just find a big one, the most expensive and the biggest one? I heard that these restaurants have their own power, and for the sake of their reputation they will definitely not allow anyone to mess with them."

"That's what I said..."

In theory, there was nothing wrong with what Jian Suifeng said. There were indeed such restaurants with great reputations and that were not afraid of trouble. But on the other hand, it would cost a lot to live in them. The Bluebeard and Silver Hook Casino actually had this function as well.

Moreover, the trouble Lu Xiaofeng is facing is not an ordinary one, and no matter how big the place is, it may not be able to control it.

"Given Lu Xiaoji's reputation, the other party will probably ask for a sky-high price."

And there is a great possibility that they deliberately raise the price to a number that no one can afford.

"It's so expensive... How much gold does this usually cost?"

Jian Suifeng fell into deep thought, but Sikong Zhaixing and Lu Xiaofeng were shocked by the unit he mentioned. Can gold be spent casually?

"...You have gold?"

"Yes, isn't it said that becoming famous requires start-up capital? I always carried money with me before."

As he spoke, Jian Suifeng took out several palm-sized gold ingots, which dazzled the two men's eyes with their glittering gold.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng fully understood what Qin Jiaxian had complained to him before leaving, that Jian Suifeng was a stupid kid from a rich family, and began to wonder what exactly the playwright Yongye did that could allow his son to so easily take out so much gold.