Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Dengtian Pavilion No.13 floor.

As soon as Lei Wujie came up, he saw a man wearing a white cloak with his back facing him. There was a big word "gambling" printed on the back of the white cloak.

"This person must be the disciple of Fairy Luoxia, Luo Mingxuan."

Luo Mingxuan ignored Lei Wujie, his attention was always on the two carved and lifelike puppets, with something like a chessboard placed in the middle, as if they were playing chess.

That thing was mentioned in the original book, what seems to be called "immortal holding six chopsticks, facing the corner of Botai Mountain"?
Anyway, Lei Wujie was not in a hurry to ascend the pavilion. After finding a seat and sitting down, he picked up the teapot next to him and poured himself a cup of tea.

Luo Mingxuan studied on the chessboard for a long time, but didn't see any tricks, so he turned around and glanced at Lei Wujie.

"Are you here to break into the pavilion?"

"No, I'm here for sightseeing." Lei Wujie waggled his fingers while drinking tea.

When Luo Mingxuan heard it, his mouth opened wide, how could anyone come to Dengtian Pavilion for sightseeing?
Suddenly his eyes rolled, pretending to be angry: "I was studying peerless martial arts just now, and you came out to interrupt my train of thought, don't you think it's too much?"

"Oh, what do you want?" Lei Wujie knew his character, so he took a sip of tea calmly.

From Lei Wujie's words and deeds, Luo Mingxuan mistakenly thought that he was the son of a very rich family, so naturally he wanted to kill him.

"Pay me 3000 taels!"

"It's only 3000 taels, isn't that too little?" Lei Wujie pretended to be surprised, "Come here, brother, let me show you how many bank notes I have."

Luo Mingxuan thought that Lei Wujie wanted to show off his wealth, so he put down all guards and walked over.

But when he entered the land three feet away from Lei Wujie, what responded to him was the shadow of fists all over the sky.

"Ah~ Brother, I was wrong, stop beating me." Luo Mingxuan was caught off guard, and was soon beaten with bruises all over his head, and fell to the ground dying.

Lei Wujie blew into his fist and said with a smile:
"Little friend, I will teach you a lesson today. Before you want to become a master, you must first learn how to be beaten."

"This class is good." Suddenly, a female voice came from behind Lei Wujie.

Turning around, she saw a stunning woman in a pink dress.

"Master, he plotted against me." Luo Mingxuan, who was lying on the ground, wiped away tears from the woman.

Lei Wujie knew that the woman in front of him was Yin Luoxia, a disciple of Liu Yue, one of the Eight Great Princes of Beili, who was as fond of gambling as Luo Mingxuan.

"Lei Wujie, Lei Hong's disciple in Lei Family Fort, pays respects to senior."

Seeing Lei Wujie salute, Yin Luoxia nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, Lei Hong has a good apprentice."

"Master, help me to avenge." Luo Mingxuan was a little puzzled, the man beat him so badly, why did the master still talk and laugh with him?
"Shut up!" Yin Luoxia raised Luo Mingxuan angrily, and said in a low voice, "Everyone is at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, I really want to kill you, I'll beat you to death long ago!"

"Huh?" Luo Mingxuan couldn't believe it. This person is obviously about the same age as me, does he really have such a high level of cultivation?
Lei Wujie had a good impression of Yin Luoxia, so he naturally responded in a polite way.

"I had some misunderstandings with brother Luo today, maybe I was a bit harsh just now, I hope seniors understand."

"It's okay, it's a good thing for him to learn some lessons." Yin Luoxia smiled slightly, and dragged Luo Mingxuan to the lower intersection.

Suddenly he looked back at Lei Wujie: "The person you are looking for is on the fifteenth floor."

"Fifteenth floor?" Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he remembered that it was the place where his uncle Lei Yunhe guarded the pavilion.

Not long after, the scholar from Mount Qingcheng also came here.

"Hey, have you already broken through the thirteenth floor?"

The scholar glanced at him in surprise, seeing that there was no one guarding the pavilion on the thirteenth floor, it meant that he had already defeated the guards.

Lei Wujie ignored him, but continued to sit where he was drinking tea just now.

"Aren't you going to continue to break into the pavilion?" the scholar asked.

"I'm just here for sightseeing, so I'm free to break into the pavilion." Lei Wujie smiled lightly.

He knew that the scholar in front of him was Li Fansong, Zhao Yuzhen's apprentice, and planned to let him go up there first to consume Lei Yunhe.

"In that case, Li will go to the pavilion first." Li Fansong's eyes lit up, he cupped his hands at Lei Wujie, and went straight to the No.14 floor.

After about a stick of incense, Murong Xiyin came to Lei Wujie's side unhurriedly, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, sizing him up repeatedly.

"Master Lei, the real master of Dengtian Pavilion is actually only one person."

"How confident do you think we are to join forces?"

"Ninety percent sure of being undefeated, but it's really hard to beat Xueyue Sword Immortal." Lei Wujie shook his head slightly.

Murong Xiyin is good at defense but not good at attack, and her cultivation has not reached the level of skyrocketing. It is almost impossible to defeat Li Hanyi, who has no major flaws in moves.

Besides, Li Hanyi is related to him by blood anyway, so he can't really kill him, can he?
However, he suddenly thought that Murong Xiyin seemed to be a member of the Taoist Tianzong, so he quickly asked:
"Your big sister knows Tianzong's harmony with light, so have you practiced it?"

Seeing that Ye Wan'er, his lifelong enemy, was mentioned by him, Murong Xiyin felt inexplicably irritated, and her face suddenly turned cold.

"I won't learn the same secret technique as her."

Seeing that he seemed to have mentioned the fire jar, Lei Wujie lowered his eyes, not daring to continue asking.

Under the Dengtian Pavilion, Xie Yanshu was beaten by Sikong Qianluo and lay on the ground. Sikong Changfeng happened to be passing by with Tang Lian, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Qianluo, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking for Junior Brother Xie to learn martial arts." Sikong Qianluo stuck out his tongue playfully, with his head lowered as if he had made a mistake.

"Are you sure this is called learning martial arts, not a unilateral beating?"

Looking at Xie Yanshu, who had fainted on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, Tang Lian felt deep sympathy.

"Cough cough." Sikong Changfeng deliberately coughed and changed the topic, "Both of you are not here today, who will guard the pavilion on the No. 14th floor?"

"Father, anyway, with Xiaojie's cultivation and sister Xiyin's cultivation level, there's not much difference in who will guard them, right?" Sikong Qianluo asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"But the rules can't be broken." Sikong Changfeng was a little embarrassed.

Tang Lian curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Third Master, you should let those people go, how can the current elders stop two people from the Unfettered Heaven Realm from breaking into the pavilion?
"Unless you find the two former elders who threw you from the Dengtian Pavilion when you broke into the pavilion."

"Say it again?" Sikong Changfeng opened his eyes angrily and raised his eyebrows.

"Did I say anything just now? I didn't say anything?" Tang Lian knew that he was angry, so she began to pretend to be stupid.

Suddenly, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, like ten thousand horses galloping, shaking people's eardrums.

In the heavy rain, a ray of thunder went straight to the fifteenth floor of Dengtian Pavilion.

"Father, is this Elder Lei returning to the Happy Heaven Realm?" Sikong Qianluo had also read the original book before crossing, so he was naturally familiar with it.