Zongwu: My ancestor forced me to marry Li Hanyi!

Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Letters from Cold Clothes
Snow Moon City

Lei Wujie ascended to the tenth floor in one breath.

At this point he was a little out of breath.

He saw a man standing opposite him holding a sword.

He touched the big package behind him, thinking to himself that it was not time to use it.

In Xueyue City, a young disciple ran quickly: "It's not good! Someone broke into the pavilion!"

"What is the ghost called?"

"Which day did no one break into the pavilion?"

The person who came was a woman, dressed in black and holding a black-gold spear.

"Miss"

"That person climbed to the tenth floor all at once!"

When the young disciple saw the daughter of Sikong Changfeng, the lord of the three cities, he put away his flustered expression.

"It's only the tenth floor, watch me shoot him down!"

Sikong Qianluo, who was about to go out to play in the city, got on his steed and ran towards Dengtian Pavilion.

At this time, Lei Wujie who was in the Dengtian Pavilion finished reporting his name, he clenched his fists tightly, a burst of heat suddenly rose from his body, he shouted angrily, and punched the guard.

This punch was extremely forceful when it was exerted, before the punch arrived, the qi arrived first.

It is the Lei family's Wu Fang method.

The sword-wielding man leaped, narrowly dodging Lei Wujie's punch.

Then the man started the sword dance, and Lei Wujie's fists danced wildly, blocking his sword dance.

Time passed by, and the two were waiting for each other to show their flaws.

Finally, the man guarding the pavilion intentionally showed a slight flaw, leading Lei Wujie to punch out, but he wanted to turn around with his sword to take his arm.

"break!"

Lei Wujie yelled angrily, and stomped his feet on the ground.

A huge explosion shattered the sword that reached Lei Wujie's side.

The man with the sword was shocked by the aftermath of the explosion and took a few steps back.

And Lei Wujie himself was prepared, so he took three or four steps forward.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, "Snow Moon City has finally come out who can fight!"

He fought more and more bravely, his body was boiling with heat, and his red clothes were flying.

Even his pupils instantly turned red.

"excuse me!"

Lei Wujie took a step forward and punched hard with his right hand.

Before the fist arrives, the qi arrives first.

He is running the burning technique, if ordinary weapons want to hurt him, they must first break through the layer of burning air outside.

Therefore, Lei Wujie at this time is not afraid of the sword of the guard.

He punched and punched the man guarding the pavilion.

It turned out that the guard of the pavilion was injured internally by his sudden explosives, and he punched him with all his strength.

Soon, the guards were defeated.

"Accepted!"

The man was not annoyed, and clasped his fists together: "The skills are not as good as people!"

Then he watched Lei Wujie go up the stairs leading to the eleventh floor, and smiled meaningfully.

Originally, Sikong Qianluo was not supposed to guard the eleventh floor, but she heard that this sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was very powerful, so she decided to come and meet him in person.

There is no longer her opponent in the entire Xueyue City, fighting in the city is very meaningless.

Feeling bored, she went directly to the eleventh floor and drove away the people who were originally guarding the pavilion.
"Lei Jiabao, Lei Wujie, Thunderbolt Hall in the South of the Yangtze River"

Before Lei Wujie finished his classic opening remarks, a jet-black spear stabbed straight at Lei Wujie.

He hurriedly dodged sideways, but his sleeve was still cut open.

"Why do you do it without saying a word?"

In the past few months since Lei Wujie entered the rivers and lakes, he has never met anyone who didn't wait for him to finish his name!

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Look at the gun!"

Sikong Qianluo's eyes were full of disdain, and he aimed his spear at Lei Wujie.

This time Lei Wujie was on guard, his clothes swelled instantly, the red clothes fluttered, and his eyes became extremely hot.

After only one move, Lei Wujie felt the power of this gun-wielding woman.

Sikong Qianluo's long spear tore through the sky, the sound of the gun roared like a hundred birds scrambling, and the black-golden gun body began to peel off, revealing its original appearance.

Silver and white as snow.

Cangshan snow, silver moon gun.

Lei Wujie treated it more seriously.

He stepped forward and punched hard.

A circle of red air surrounded him, blocking the long spear out.

Sikong Qianluo got the true biography of his father, Sikong Changfeng, the spear soared into the sky like a dragon, and danced wildly like a silver snake.

Spinning rapidly outside the circle, trying to break through Lei Wujie's defense.

Lei Wujie clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat fell straight down.

"go with!"

He hit with both fists with all his strength, but only removed a layer of gun power.

At this time, he was no match for Sikong Qianluo at all.

Lei Wujie's hand touched the package behind him again, although the master said not to open it until he saw that person.

But now, he has no choice.

If he didn't open it at this time, he wouldn't even have the chance to meet that person.

All his true qi gathered all over his body, forming a red circle around him.

Then he took out the fiery red long sword in the package.

The long sword is covered with flame patterns, and the head of the sword is engraved with a dragon swallowing flames.

He held the Slaying Horror Sword tightly with both hands, and swung the sword, the explosion on the sword exploded like thunder!
Such a powerful sword force forced Sikong Qianluo to retreat a few steps.

She smiled slightly: "Very well, what's your name?"

Lei Wujie froze for a moment, obviously, the woman in black in front of her didn't listen to her registration number just now.

"I am Lei Wujie, Leijiabao, Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall!"

……

The top of Cangshan Mountain.

A middle-aged man dressed in black sat in front of the chessboard, with a jet-black spear in his hand.

It is the three city lords of Xueyue City.

Spear Immortal, Sikong Changfeng.

Holding the sunspot in his hand, he slowly landed on the chessboard.

"Where did you say Han Yi went?"

"That person has reached the tenth floor of Dengtian Pavilion."

"I guess it's for the cold clothes."

On the opposite side of him was a man wearing a blue gown with a lazy expression, who Xiao Se met in the "Donggui" restaurant.

Jiuxian, Baili Dongjun.

He reached out and touched his mustache, and smiled: "So what?"

"He can't break through your good daughter's silver moon gun!"

"But the seeds have grown, and every chess piece has fallen into the game."

Sikong Changfeng sighed.

Baili Dongjun closed his eyes and lay down on the couch.

"What does the chess game have to do with me?"

"I'm going to the Overseas Fairy Mountains to find the last medicine for brewing Mengpo soup!"

After finishing speaking, he looked like a sleeping person, but the blue shirt flashed, and the person had disappeared.

"Hey, you"

Sikong Changfeng raised his hand, sighed and put it down again.

"Obviously it's the city of the three of us, and there's no sign of one or two of us."

As soon as the words fell, a snow-white flying pigeon landed on the chessboard.

Sikong Changfeng hastily unwrapped the letter on the white pigeon's leg.

"I'm at Ye's house in Jiangning Town, and someone brought 17 taels of gold."

Signed "Li Hanyi".

On the letter, the handwriting pen wandered around, and a horizontal line was drawn heavily under "17 taels of gold".

"17 million taels?"

"Or gold?"

"What did you go out for?"

Sikong Changfeng stared, and muttered: "I don't even say when I will return, but does this person want him to enter the city?"

Sighing, he leaped forward and rushed down the mountain at high speed.

(End of this chapter)