The BE of the anime turned into a HE

"You held back just now, otherwise they would have been seriously injured if not dead. Thank you very much." Sikong Changfeng said calmly.

"No need to thank me. I just hope that when you recover from your injuries, we will have a chance to fight again." Wushuang smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth.

"Although my sword skills are not as good as my second senior brother's, I have also practiced for two years." Sikong Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and swung it decisively.

The door of the sword box beside Wushuang suddenly opened, and the twelve flying swords inside flew out in an instant. One of the swords was fiery red and made a loud sound like a bird's cry.

“That sword is....” Lei Wujie’s face was full of surprise, “The Ming Dynasty’s Suzaku, the Spear Immortal...” He was almost fainted from excitement.

Seeing this, Xiao Se punched Lei Wujie on the head and said, "Come back to your senses."

After circling around Sikong Changfeng, they flew back to Wushuang's sword box in order. With a light wave of his hand, the door of the sword box closed again.

Wushuang's eyes were filled with shock. This spear master was not only great with spears, but he also unexpectedly knew how to use swords so well that he could control twelve flying swords at the same time.

“Whether it’s controlling a sword or a spear, the principles are the same. I just use my internal energy to control it. If you want to grasp the true meaning of it, you still have to rely on yourself.” Sikong Changfeng said calmly.

Wushuang quickly bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, Spear Immortal."

"Let's go!" Sikong Changfeng waved his hand.

After seeing the person leave, Tang Lian stepped forward, "Third Master."

"Tang Lian, you have suffered." A look of satisfaction flashed across Sikong Changfeng's eyes.

Sikong Qianluo hurried forward and called out sweetly, "Dad."

"Qianluo, this time, you really..." Sikong Changfeng hadn't finished speaking when he heard another voice saying "Father."

He looked at his daughter in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, can you come down and talk to us? It's so tiring to talk with our heads tilted up." Sikong Qianluo said.

Sikong Changfeng reacted, "Oh oh oh!" and then fell down.

"Dad, don't be angry. There won't be a next time." Sikong Qianluo said coquettishly.

When Sikong Changfeng heard this, he was no longer angry, but his face remained serious, "There will be a next time. I'm almost turning the entire Xueyue City upside down."

After saying that, he quickly hinted to Tang Lian.

Tang Lian saw the hint from Third Master and stepped forward to speak righteously, "Third Master, please punish the young lady severely."

Sikong Changfeng was shocked. What did this guy say? Before he could open his mouth, he saw Sikong Qianluo and Tang Lian quarreling, so he hurried to help both sides.

When Xiao Se saw this scene, surprise flashed in his eyes, "I never thought that the world-famous gun master would be like this. I really never thought."

Hearing this, several people stopped their little farce, and Sikong Changfeng looked to the side.

When Lei Wujie saw the Gun Immortal looking at him, he quickly stepped forward and saluted, "I am Lei Wujie from the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, Lei Family, and I am about to go to Xueyue City to become his disciple."

"Little brother, your wound has opened again." Sikong Changfeng patted Lei Wujie's shoulder and walked forward slowly.

Lei Wujie didn't care about his wounds at all, his mind was full of the Gun Immortal, "It's okay."

Wuchan stepped forward, bowed respectfully and said, "I am Wuchan, a disciple of Master Wangyou of Hanshan Temple, and this is my junior fellow apprentice Wuxin."

"You have suffered. I should have arrived earlier, but I met an old acquaintance on the way and chatted with him, so I was late." Sikong Changfeng smiled a little awkwardly.

Then he looked at the pale-faced monk beside him and exclaimed, "You've wasted your own skills. This is something that not everyone can do. No wonder Wangyou thinks so highly of you."

Wu Xin said calmly: "You are here to take me away too."

Sikong Changfeng looked at Wuxin seriously and said loudly, "We from Xueyue City have come here specially to respectfully send Ye Anshi back to the clan!"

"What?" Everyone present was stunned.

Wu Xin didn't expect it to be like this, and a trace of sadness gathered in his eyes, "I want to go back to Hanshui..."

"We have come here specially from Xueyue City to respectfully send Ye Anshi back to the clan!" Sikong Changfeng repeated.

Xueyue City had no intention of holding the monk hostage to curb the evil cult, nor did it have any intention of allowing him to return to Hanshan Temple.

Tang Lian suddenly looked up and saw a figure floating in the distance. He stared at it intently, thinking that something was wrong, and instantly activated his true energy.

The figure had fluttering white hair, and it was none other than the white-haired fairy from the heaven.

"That's not necessary." Sikong Changfeng shook his head gently at Tang Lian and said with a smile, "The old acquaintance I told you about is him."

After seeing clearly, Wu Xin couldn't help but sigh, "Uncle Mo."

"Run away when you see me. How dare you recognize me as your uncle?" The white-haired fairy turned to look at Sikong Changfeng, "I'll take the person away. Xueyue City will not regret it."

“I still say that Xueyue City is not afraid of the Demon Sect, the Heaven Beyond Heaven, and even less afraid of that seventeen-year-old boy.” Sikong Changfeng said calmly.

The white-haired fairy nodded and looked at Wuxin, "Let's go!"

Suddenly, a red figure appeared and grabbed the white-haired fairy, "Wait, you want to take him away, have you asked his opinion?"

"He is the young master of Tianwai Tian. If he doesn't go back to Tianwai Tian, ​​will he go back to Hanshui Temple?" The white-haired immortal reached out and brushed away Lei Wujie's hand, then patted his sleeves.

Lei Wujie looked serious, not afraid of the person in front of him at all, "What if he just wants to go back to Hanshui Temple?"

"Boy, you are looking for death. Do you really think I am afraid of you? Lei Hong, who is hiding in Lei Family Castle, doesn't dare to kill you?" The white-haired fairy's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Xiao Se walked forward slowly, feeling indescribable in his heart, "Monk, are you really going to leave?"

"I...I..." Wuxin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He clenched his hands in his sleeves and sighed.

Seeing Wuxin's hesitation, the White-haired Immortal knelt on one knee. Wuxin stepped forward and held the White-haired Immortal's arm. "Uncle Mo, what... are you doing?"

"Young Sect Master, Tianwai Tian has been waiting for you to return to the sect for twelve years!"

"Now the sixteen sects outside the domain are divided into pieces, only Tianwai Tian has never had a single person leave!"

"We are all waiting for the young master to return and take charge of the situation!"

Wu Xin took a long breath and slowly stood up, "Uncle Mo, I understand, let's go"

Lei Wujie saw Wuxin leaving and called out, "Wuxin."

Sikong Changfeng saw Wuxin stop and repeated it again.

Wu Xin glanced at Sikong Changfeng and said calmly, "Don't threaten me, Spear Immortal. I know that the old monk is gone. It doesn't matter whether I return to Hanshui Temple or not."

"Master Ye can naturally return to Hanshui Temple, but not now." Sikong Changfeng said.

Wu Xin turned and looked at Wu Chan, "Brother, I'm leaving now."

Wu Chan sighed lightly and nodded, saying, "Brother, you will return to Hanshan Temple today. Regardless of whether you are the leader of Tianwai Tian Sect or not, Hanshan Temple has a meditation room, a cushion, and a Buddhist scripture waiting for you when you return."

Hearing this, Wu Xin smiled and said, "Forget about the Buddhist scriptures. I hate reading the scriptures the most."

Then he stepped forward and patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder, "I taught you the boxing, you must practice it every day. Although the first half of the boxing is simple, but if you practice it thousands of times, water dripping wears away a stone, and sand gathering builds a tower."

Wu Xin finally looked in Xiao Se's direction and saw that this guy had his back to him and seemed unhappy. He walked forward slowly and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug the person in front of him, but he held back.

He leaned over to her ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't be angry. Wait for me to come back. Three months at most."

Xiao Se's ears turned red, and he walked forward proudly, "Get lost!"