Youth song line: Taoist Qingcheng has gone down the mountain

If there is such a person behind him, then he and Yin Luoxia...

It's just a pity that this assumption was not established after all.

The words were not speculative, Song Yan stood up and clasped her fists.

"I already understand what Master Zhou means.

It's just that once some things start, no one person can stop them. "

Zhou Zhenzhen smiled and nodded: "It's natural, my Qingcheng cultivates luck, and I know more about it than Song City Lord.

So I can see some things clearly, but City Lord Song may not be able to see clearly.

But City Lord Song took in a good apprentice. "

Song Yan glanced back at Wushuang, who was in a daze aside, with fingers wrapped around her fingers, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Thank you Zhou Zhenren for your compliment.

To be honest, I, Wushuangcheng, have no intention of making Qingcheng an enemy. "

Zhou Zhenzhen nodded again: "It's all the same. I, Qingcheng, have never thought of being an enemy to anyone. The grievances between you and Xueyue City are your business. Xueyue Sword Immortal is her business. Similarly, if my junior brother wants to help, it is also his business."

This time Song Yan understood and clasped her fists again.

"Wushuang, let's go!"

"Master is here, senior Xiaoyaoxian, let's go!"

Zhou Zhenzhen watched the pair of master and apprentice leave, smiled lightly, and with a sway of his figure, he had already arrived in Dengtian Pavilion.

Dengtian Pavilion.

Tang Lian was fighting against Sikong Qianluo, and Sikong Qianluo was still holding a spear made of bamboo.

An emerald green gun, burning with raging fire, was extremely violent.

Tang Lian had already been forced out of the saber formation, but Sikong Qianluo turned his move into obsessive entanglement, entanglement, and kept it airtight.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng were squatting in the corner, each holding a rabbit in his hand, and they were making swords with their hands, and were gesturing with the two little rabbits.

The two of them didn't seem to find it strange that the two rabbits had exquisite sword skills.

"Qian Luo, the little girl, has only been under Brother Dao's sect for a long time. I didn't expect her strength to improve so much."

Baili Dongjun pressed the rabbit in his palm with his fingers, and then smiled and took out the wine gourd from his waist, and gave Qingfeng a sip of wine.

Qingfeng's nose twitched a bit, and he poked towards the mouth of the wine gourd, only to be grabbed by Baili Dongjun again.

"No, no, you are too small. If you drink any more, you will be exhausted. My wine is unusual."

After Qingfeng heard this, he stared at Baili Dongjun with his hips akimbo, and then embraced his two small arms in a humane way, leaving his back to him.

Seeing this, Baili Dongjun laughed heartily.

Sikong Changfeng deliberately teased Mingyue, and it seemed that the two were inseparable. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at Tang Lian, who was already at a disadvantage, and shook his head.

"It seems that I am indeed not suitable for teaching my daughter. With Daoist brother's ability, I feel that it is only natural for Qian Luo to improve so much."

Zhou Zhenzhen appeared next to the two of them, and Qingfeng Mingyue smelled his scent, and immediately jumped up and down his clothes to his shoulders.

Qingfeng swayed a little, pointed at Baili Dongjun, and complained, his face filled with righteous indignation.

Zhou really smiled, scratched the heads of the two little guys, and then stuffed them into his sleeves.

"I'll just take you two as praising me, how about my big apprentice?"

Sikong Changfeng sighed, but he stood up and bowed solemnly to Zhou Zhenzhen.

"Thank you brother Dao for your kindness. From now on, my daughter will depend entirely on brother Dao."

Zhou Zhenzhen stretched out his hand to help him up, and waved his hand: "It's a layman to say that. She is my disciple, so I will naturally pay attention.

Lei Wujie went up? "

Baili Dongjun nodded: "Your three disciples, Xiao Se, are competing with the disciples of Fairy Luoxia. In terms of gambling skills, your three disciples don't seem to be weak.

On this level, Tang Lian guarded the pass, and Qian Luo naturally took over the burden.

So kid Lei Wujie has already seen Lei Yunhe.

As for Brother Zhao's two disciples, they should be going to Cangshan at this time. "

Zhou Huan really shook his head and nodded clearly.

These two guys probably went to see Li Hanyi secretly.

Although Li Hanyi had gone to Qingcheng before, he hadn't met his disciples face to face, so Li Fansong was very curious about this future teacher's wife.

As for Fei Xuan... naturally, he was also curious.

The point is, if the little martial uncle is beaten by the martial uncle, he can complain from the sidelines, it's all the little martial uncle's idea.

After all, I am a child, what bad idea can I have.

Chapter 81 Persistent Output Lei Wujie

"The disciples of Xiaoyao Xianzuo in Qingcheng Mountain, Jiangnan Thunder Martyrdom, Lei Family, Lei Wujie, please enlighten me!"

Lei Yunhe put down the book in his hand, glanced at Lei Wujie, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The sword behind you is the Slaying Horror Sword, but the fist is the Wufang Fist. Are you Lei Hong's disciple?"

Lei Wujie froze for a moment, then subconsciously nodded.

"Hahaha, Lei Hong has taken in a good apprentice, since you are a disciple of the Lei family, why did you join the Qingcheng sect again!

You who bully your master and destroy your ancestors, today I will clean up the house for your master! "

Lei Wujie was a little dumbfounded, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and hurriedly took two steps back: "You are my uncle, Lei Yunhe?"

"What? Want to beg for mercy now? Kid, do you know why Lei Hong risked being kicked out of the house and violated the ancestral precepts to learn swords?

Do you know how I lost my arm?

The root of all this lies in Qingcheng. "

"No, Master Uncle, there must be a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? Now I will give you a chance to fight. If you beat me, I will give you a chance to explain.

If not, boy, stay here today. "

Lei Wujie couldn't figure out why things turned out like this.

Master Lei Hong only learned swords because of Mount Qingcheng?

But why Master Lei Hong never mentioned it, but only mentioned the beauty of Xueyue Sword Fairy's sword back then, which made him realize the magnificence of kendo, so he made up his mind to learn swords.

Also, why did the uncle in front of him say that this arm was lost in Qingcheng?

Whether it is the current master Xiaoyaoxian or the uncle Daojianxian, they are all masters outside the world, and they will definitely not do such things as cutting off people's arms.

So, there must be a misunderstanding.

It's just that now Lei Yunhe is obviously angry and can't listen to anything.

Lei Wujie took a deep breath: "Uncle, although I don't know what the misunderstanding is, but today I also have the order of my teacher, so I offended."

"Oh? Fire burning technique, if your Master Lei Hong is here..."

"boom!"

Lei Wujie struck with a punch, Lei Yunhe snorted coldly, Jinglei Finger carried Lei Ming, and hit the punch directly.

It's just that Lei Yunhe frowned, this punch was so strong.

This kid has actually entered the free zone.

Moreover, the power of this burning technique seems to be much stronger than what I understand.

How can this be?

Could it be that this kid is the most outstanding disciple of the Lei family in this generation?

But if this is the case, why did that bastard Lei Hong let him worship in Qingcheng?

Lei Yunhe's thoughts changed sharply, Lei Wujie's firepower was fully fired, he had no way to punch, before the punch arrived, the qi arrived first, mixed with the scorching fire qi, but the speed was getting faster and faster.

Lei Yunhe soon lost his mind to think about other things, because he unexpectedly discovered that the aura on this kid was getting stronger and stronger, and there were faint signs of being unable to suppress it.

how can that be?

Back then, when he went to Qingcheng, he broke through the mountain road with one finger and overturned the Qiankun Palace with two fingers.

It's just that he lost an arm and was seriously injured, which made his realm fall to the realm of freedom.

But whether it is cultivation base or experience, it must be much better than this silly boy.

Just after a stick of incense...

After half an hour...

Lei Yunhe was greatly shocked by the fact that the burning technique on this kid showed no signs of extinguishing.

How can this be?

The technique of burning fire was restored by Lei Hong with the help of a fragmented copy, with a total of ten layers.

He is well aware of the flaws in this skill.

Although it is extremely explosive, because it burns the heart fire, it will cause great damage to the heart veins, so it cannot be sustained.

But this kid... is really a bit too wicked.

But Lei Wujie became more and more excited as he fought more and more. Along the way, he encountered all masters, who could almost kill him instantly.

But now I know that, as expected, what the master said is correct, if he can keep using the fire burning technique, his strength will definitely increase a lot.

It seems that the half a month of cultivating as Lei Jiema all the way was not wasted.

Although Master Uncle Lei Yunhe was merciful, but being able to persist for such a long time is a good indication of the problem.

"Stop, stop..."

Lei Yunhe has been decadent for many years, and after fighting for such a long time, he is somewhat unable to hold on. This silly boy fought too hard.

If he continued to fight, he might be the loser.

"Uncle, I accept it."

With a dark face, Lei Yunhe looked at the scorched gloves, snorted coldly, and forced himself to sit back in his original position.

"My pass, you pass.

Since you have already worshiped under the gate of Qingcheng, why did you come to this Dengtian Pavilion again? "

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "Master asked me to increase my knowledge, and said that you are here, so let me give you a sentence."

Lei Yunhe frowned: "Qingcheng Mountain Zhou is really your master?"

"Yes!"

"What did he want you to bring? Could it be that Mount Qingcheng wants to see my jokes again?"

"No, Master asked me to ask you, is your injury really that serious? Is the injury on your body or in your heart?

Also, let me hand this over to you. "

Lei Wujie took out a jade pendant from his bosom, and handed it over respectfully.

Lei Yunhe stayed on the spot.

Is your injury really that serious?

He subconsciously touched the other empty sleeve.

Over the years, he has already gotten used to one arm.

The wound, I don't know when, I can't feel the pain anymore.

It's just that in these few years, his cultivation base has not improved an inch.

So, is it this arm that he really hurt?

Lei Yunhe looked at the piece of jade pendant in front of him, reached out to touch it, and found himself in another space the next moment.