At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was so angry that he was so angry.

"This, this, this..." Lei Wujie was stunned and couldn't say anything for a long time.

This person turned out to be the legendary gun fairy, no wonder Lei Wujie reacted like this.

In the martial arts world, those who are curious have listed weapons and cultivation lists, and recorded all the famous masters in the world.

For example, in the category of swords, there are titles such as Sword Saint, Sword God, Sword Ghost, Sword Hero, Sword King, etc. Those who can be named with such titles are all top-notch masters.

But there is one word that the curious dare not add casually, and that word is "Xian", because those who can be named Xian are almost legendary in the martial arts world.

In the martial arts world, no matter how good those people are at swordplay or knife skills, they are just a title.

Looking at the world, there are five great sword immortals in Beili and three knife immortals in Nanjue.

But there is only one spear immortal, Sikong Changfeng, the third city lord of Xueyue City.

Someone once commented that he alone has eight points of the world's spear power!

And such a god-like figure now appears naked in front of him.

Lei Wujie was so excited that he was incoherent, and his eyes were extremely hot.

Seeing this person, Tang Lian hurriedly greeted him and respectfully shouted: "Third Master!"

Sikong Changfeng nodded slightly: "Xiao Lian, you have suffered all the way."

Hearing Xiao Lian's feminine address, Tang Lian was immediately depressed.

"Third Master, there are so many people here, can't you change the address?" Tang Lian looked helpless.

"Uh..." Sikong Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and patted his shoulder: "Xiao Lian! If you want to blame someone, blame your master. It's fine if he named himself "Niang", but he actually gave his apprentice such a feminine name."

Tang Lian shook his head, looked at the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis, frowned and said: "Third Master, you came at the right time. These two want to snatch Wuxin back. We can't let them succeed."

As he said, he showed his fingertip knife, ready to attack at any time.

However, Sikong Changfeng stretched out his hand to stop him. Tang Lian was confused by the Third Master's actions.

"Xiao Lian, your mission this time has been completed. I will take over next." Sikong Changfeng explained.

Then, in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he lowered his head and looked in the direction of Wuxin, and said loudly: "Xueyue City came here specially to send Ye Anshi back to the sect!"

"What?!" As soon as this was said, everyone present was stunned.

"Third Master?" Tang Lian was even more puzzled, with shock on his face.

However, facing everyone's doubts, Sikong Changfeng repeated the sentence again.

Wuxin raised his head, facing the expectant eyes of his two uncles and the threat in Sikong Changfeng's tone.

For a moment, he wanted to say something but stopped, and the words couldn't come out.

Seeing this, the White-haired Immortal glanced at Sikong Changfeng: "I will take the person away. Will Xueyue City regret it?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled, raised his head and said proudly: "Again, Xueyue City is not afraid of Tianwaitian, let alone a 17-year-old boy. Just take him back."

Compared to Wushuang City sending people to snatch Wuxin and trying to hold him hostage to achieve the purpose of controlling Tianwaitian.

Xueyue City is completely the opposite. They have no intention of holding Wuxin hostage, but abide by the agreement with the Demon Cult that year and let the boy go home after twelve years.

But they all forgot that Wuxin's home was not the place outside the world, but the small Hanshui Temple, where he lived with the old monk for twelve years.

But even though he was reluctant to leave, Wuxin could only keep his head down and remain silent. The responsibility on him did not allow him to say anything willful.

The White-haired Immortal and the Purple-clothed Marquis were about to take Wuxin away, but a red figure stopped them.

Seeing the silly boy in red again, the Purple-clothed Marquis was immediately furious: "Boy, what do you want to do!"

Unlike these older generations, Lei Wujie didn't know why Wuxin had to go back to Tianwaitian.

He only knew that from beginning to end, including the senior spear fairy he respected, no one had ever asked Wuxin's opinion.

He had been talking to himself since he appeared, and never asked Wuxin even a word.

Looking at Wuxin who lowered his head and didn't know what to say, Lei Wujie said angrily: "You want to take him away, but have you asked him what he thinks? Why do you keep talking about your own things and make decisions for him!"

I thought this silly boy could say something profound, but he just said this nonsense after a while.

Zi Yi Hou laughed on the spot. He stared at Lei Wujie: "He is the young master of Tianwai Tian, ​​Tianwai Tian

This is his home. If he doesn't go back to Tianwaitian, can he go back to that small Hanshui Temple?"

"What if he wants to go back to that small Hanshui Temple!" Lei Wujie took a breath, not afraid of the other party's gaze at all.

The momentum of Zi Yi Hou instantly rose, and he obviously lost the patience to continue arguing with this stupid boy.

"Boy, do you want to die? Do you really think I'm afraid of Lei Hong hiding in Leimen and dare not kill you?" Zi Yi Hou said in a low voice with a cold face.

Lei Wujie straightened his chest: "Come on, I, Lei Wujie, am really not afraid."

"You! "Marquis Zi Yi was so angry.

Are all the people in Leijiabao so stubborn?

The young master of Leimen went to Qingcheng Mountain to spar with Zhao Yuzhen after a disagreement.

Silent and silent, I don't know what kind of blow he suffered. He has been hiding in Leijiabao, and Lei Hong never came out of the gate.

The guardian of the Demon Sect, who is second to none, is now controlled by a fool.

Xiao Se slowly walked to Wuxin's side and stood with Lei Wujie, but did not interrupt their conversation.

He just stared at Wuxin and asked softly: "Monk, are you really going to leave? "

Wuxin frowned and said nothing. Seeing this, Zi Yi Hou snorted coldly and stopped arguing with Lei Wujie.

The old monk once said that Hanshui Temple was just a place where he lived temporarily, and he was just a passer-by in his long years.

But he wanted to tell the old monk that he always remembered the small thatched cottage in Hanshui Temple.

He didn't want to go back to Tianwaitian, but when he thought that the old monk was gone, he felt sad.

Wu Chan looked at his junior brother quietly, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

In fact, he didn't communicate much with his junior brother, but they were together for a period of time when they were young.

Now he has finished his training in Jiulong Temple and is going back to Hanshui Temple.

His junior brother and he are the only disciples of the master. If his junior brother is taken back, he will be more reluctant, right?

From the beginning to the end, everyone has been watched, but only one person has been ignored.

He is obviously born dazzling, has good strength, and is familiar with everyone.

But when it comes to critical occasions, he becomes like a small transparent person.

And this person is Xiao Ruolin. He found that as long as he doesn't take the initiative to speak, he will ignore people.

So, he stood in front of Wuxin, in order to prevent himself from being a small transparent person.

"If you don't want to go back, don't go back. Why should they take the responsibility for the mess made by their older generation?"

Sure enough, when Xiao Ruolin spoke, everyone's eyes looked at him.