The flow of young people's singing and drinking water

Chapter 193 Strange Weapon
Dengtian Pavilion.

Wang Tie slowly got out of the car with the support of Wang Xiaoxiao and the driver.

Looking at the tall pavilion in front of him, Wang Tie smiled and said: "The hard work pays off, we are finally here."

"Dad, is this Dengtian Pavilion?" Wang Xiaoxiao said with a curious look on his face.While she was talking, she had already run to the Dengtian Pavilion, pulled out her small wooden sword, and said with a proud face: "I'm going to break into the pavilion."

On the first floor of Dentian Pavilion, Xie Yanshu was originally guarding here, but his strength has improved greatly recently, and he was valued by a certain elder in Xueyue City and was taken to further training.After he left, the first floor of Dengtian Pavilion could not be left unattended, so Sikong Changfeng arranged for another disciple to come over.

The first floor can also be regarded as the facade of Dengtian Pavilion, and the strength of the disciples guarding the pavilion cannot be too bad.Therefore, Cai Moumou, a private martial arts student who had not been valued by any of the elders for two and a half years after starting the training and was known as Chicken Brother in the world, was arranged to come over.

When he heard someone outside clamoring to break into the pavilion, Cai ran out excitedly.

"Grandma, I was 'assigned' to this Dengtian Pavilion. It hasn't opened in a few months. Today someone finally came. Let me see who the newbie is." The young man with his hair parted in the middle picked up the took his weapon.

It's just that his weapon is different from ordinary weapons. It is a spherical object with a hollow design in the middle.Someone once complained that this weapon "isn't even qualified to be used as a hydrangea".

"No, no, I have to behave well. If I can be valued by a certain elder, I can't rise to the top in one step." Cai adjusted his clothes, "That's good. No matter how you fight later, your hair can't be messed up."

After that, he quickly ran to the door and shouted loudly: "Which rookie wants to break into the pavilion? Let me give you a good look."

Looking around, Cai Moumou only saw Wang Tie and the coachman who was over sixty years old.

"At first glance, this old man is not a martial arts practitioner." Looking at the saber on Wang Tie's waist, he said, "You are the one who wants to break into the pavilion."

Soon enough, he aimed at Wang Tie and threw the spherical object in his hand.

Seeing that the man suddenly took action, although Wang Tie was injured, it was not something that anyone could handle at will. He did not know the opponent's strength and did not dare to be careless.

Using all his inner strength, he swung out a knife.

With a "click", Wang Tie thought that his sword was broken, and thought to himself: "The disciples who can guard the pavilion here are indeed extraordinary and have such strength."

But when he took a closer look, it was not his sword that was broken, but the spherical weapon of the disciple guarding the pavilion.

"This" Wang Tie was stunned. He didn't expect that he would destroy the opponent's weapons with one swing of his knife.

"My ball." Cai Moumou immediately became angry, "Grandma, you actually destroyed my ball, ah."

At this time, Wang Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Hey, I am the one who wants to break into the pavilion. Why are you taking action against my father?"

"Watch the move." Wang Xiaoxiao was unconvinced, thinking that he had been ignored by the other party, and immediately planned to teach him a lesson.

"Xiao Xiao, don't be rude." Wang Tie shouted.

"Dad." Wang Xiaoxiao pouted and looked at Wang Tie with a look of resentment.

"Ahem." Sensing Wang Xiaoxiao's gaze, Wang Tie coughed twice: "Um, little brother, I think you misunderstood. My daughter is here to become a disciple." As he said that, Wang Tie stepped forward quickly. , handed him the famous assassin.

"Apprenticeship?" Cai Moumou's face was still angry, but he still accepted the famous assassination from Wang Tie.

When he opened it, Cai's eyes were fixed on the contents of the letter. After a while, he looked at Wang Xiaoxiao: "You are the disciple of Lord Four City Masters!"

"Yes!" Wang Xiaoxiao said with an unhappy look on his face.

"It's harmful!" Cai Moumou quickly changed his expression, "It's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. A few months ago, I was lucky enough to get one and a half moves taught by the Fourth City Lord. So, you You are the direct disciple of the Fourth City Lord." As he said that, Cai raised his fingers and said, "So, you are my junior sister. Hello, little junior sister."

The seniority of the disciples in Xueyue City, regardless of their name or age, only the order of entry.

"Haha." Wang Tie laughed awkwardly: "Well, little brother, please take us into the city. I still have a letter to give to the Lord of the Third City."

"Really. Quick, quick, I'll take you there right away." Cai Moumou smiled.

Suddenly, a playful voice came from the top of the pavilion: "Oh? Cai Moumou, are you planning to leave your post without authorization?"

"Ah?" Cai was surprised and quickly looked towards the top of the pavilion.

With a "plop", he knelt down and said, "Three City Lords, I was wrong. I never dare to do it again."

On the top of the pavilion, Sikong Changfeng's figure slowly fell down. He glanced at Cai Moumou and snorted coldly: "I'm sorry you don't dare, get in here quickly."

"Yes, yes, get out of here, get out of here." After hearing this, Cai hurriedly ran into Dengtian Pavilion as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Lord Gun Immortal!" Wang Tie quickly clasped his fists.

"Yes." Sikong Changfeng nodded gently, and then looked at Wang Xiaoxiao: "Are you Wang Xiaoxiao? The new disciple Yang Ming accepted?"

Wang Xiaoxiao looked up at Sikong Changfeng and asked, "Are you Uncle Gun Immortal?"

"Xiao Xiao, don't be rude." Wang Tie's heart was in his throat, fearing that Wang Tie would be kicked out of Xueyue City because of Wang Xiao Xiao's words.

"It doesn't matter." Sikong Changfeng waved his hand casually, and then he slowly leaned down: "I am the Uncle Gun Immortal in your mouth. Your master told me that he will not be back in a short time. Just practice with me as time goes by.”

"No." Wang Xiaoxiao shook his head.

"This" Wang Tie can't wait to step forward and give her this "incompetent" daughter a kick. Others can't wait to squeeze their heads to worship the Gun Immortal. It's better for you. You don't want it when it comes to your door.

Sikong Changfeng smiled slightly and asked, "Can you tell me why?"

"Master said that your strength is not weaker than him, but I have never seen it." Wang Xiaoxiao puffed up his chest and said proudly.

"Hahaha." Sikong Changfeng said with a smile: "Well, Xiaoxiao, what do you think of my strength?"

Wang Xiaoxiao thought for a while and said: "Master said that the strongest blow of 'Wind Rolling Remnant Cloud' is to bring down the storm in the city. If you can do it, I will believe you."

"Okay." Sikong Changfeng nodded and agreed, "Just keep an eye on it, uncle, I will take a shot right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Changfeng jumped to the top of the Dengtian Pavilion. He stood the Black Moon Spear in front of him, and an extremely powerful true energy emanated from his body.

At the same time, the autumn wind in Xueyue City was quickly attracted by him. Above the tip of the spear, the originally invisible and colorless wind turned into white smoke.

"Sikong Changfeng has taken action." In the attic, Xiao Chong felt a powerful aura and couldn't help but say: "Master, do you know that he is fighting with Kazuto?"

Yan Zhantian, who was sitting next to him, shook his head and looked out the window: "He was the only one there, and there was no sign of fighting with anyone else."

"Then why..." Xiao Chong suddenly figured it out, "Oh~ I see."

(End of this chapter)