Heaven-defying Skills

Taichong lay on the ground like a dead fish, his breath was weak and his eyes were scattered. The once invincible and powerful master of skills, now his meridians were destroyed, and he became a useless person who was not as good as ordinary people. ♦♦  ♦♦

Ao Yunxing looked at the murderous Chai Lao, and a fear rose in his heart. A wave of fear spread all over his body. He believed that as long as Han Fengxue said a word, Chai Lao would dare to kill him in front of his father. What he didn't know was that he had actually walked through the gates of hell. Before that, Chai Lao also asked Han Fengxue how to deal with Ao Yunxing. At that time, as long as Han Fengxue said a word of killing his son, Ao Yunxing would definitely die, but because Han Fengxue was concerned about the old relationship, he couldn't bear to do it.

Ao Yue once again realized how powerful Chai Lao was. She was very glad that her choice was so correct, and she also understood the position of Han Fengxue in Chai Lao's heart.

Feng Yang checked Tai Chong's condition and had to admire that Old Chai had controlled it very well. Tai Chong was completely disabled due to the damage to his internal organs, but it was just not fatal.

A storm outside the imperial city ended with the disability of a skilled master. Except for a few witnesses, no one knew what happened outside the imperial city with such a strong momentum. The news was strictly blocked.

In the imperial capital piano shop, Han Fengxue was dressed in white, with slightly closed eyes and a gentle smile on his face. His ten fingers plucked the strings of the piano, noble and elegant. Beside him, Bing Xinyun's peerless face was full of intoxication, and she also closed her eyes slightly, and her head swayed slightly. This was a peaceful picture.

Not far from them, Aunt Bing sat on a chair, looking at the two of them with a smile, and her thoughts couldn't help but fly back to her youth.

"Hold your hand and grow old with you!"

After the song, Han Fengxue looked at the intoxicated Bing Xinyun and smiled sincerely. Every time after playing, seeing Bing Xinyun's intoxication, a sense of accomplishment would rise leisurely.

Bing Xinyun's eyes were open, as if covered by a layer of water vapor, hazy as if in a dream.

"Xuefeng, you play the piano so well." Bing Xinyun said sweetly.

Han Fengxue smiled foolishly: "Xinyun, your piano sound has also reached the threshold. As long as you make a breakthrough, then you will enter the marrow realm."

During these times together, the relationship between the two has become much closer. Han Fengxue even gave up Bing Xinyun's last name.

Bing Xinyun's bright eyes revealed a peaceful smile, staring at Han Fengxue, which made Han Fengxue's heart beat faster.

Han Fengxue walked on the road, his face happy and in a good mood. He could feel Bing Xinyun's feelings for him. He also liked the innocent and beautiful Bing Xinyun, but neither of them broke through that layer of paper.

At this time, the setting sun was like blood, and the red clouds in the sky reflected the whole sky red. Han Fengxue walked to an empty place with no one. At this time, the killing intent swept over like a gust of wind. Han Fengxue stopped. On his side, three figures shrouded in black robes came over.

"Dream Building!" Han Fengxue whispered, and prepared to face the upcoming battle.

What Han Fengxue didn't expect was that the killing intent retreated like a tide, and the three people in front of him were like three ordinary people.

With a flash of light, Han Fengxue found that the tall black-robed man in front of him had disappeared.

"Flash!" Han Fengxue was shocked to find that his flash failed for the first time, or in other words, before launching the flash, his figure had been controlled by the other party.

The sudden rise of murderous aura made Han Fengxue feel weak, piercing his internal organs, including all his senses, and his legs were a little weak, almost falling to the ground.

But in the next second, the invincible murderous intent disappeared instantly, lasting less than a second. Such a strong murderous intent could disappear without a trace. Han Fengxue looked at the black-robed man who held him in horror. What kind of strength does this require?

Although he couldn't judge, he knew that the other party was very strong, so strong that he couldn't resist, even much stronger than Chai Lao.

The black-robed man slapped Han Fengxue's body with his right hand like lightning. Strangely, those places were not the key points, nor were they the lifeblood. After slapping, he immediately returned to the original place and stood there lightly, as if nothing had happened.

Han Fengxue looked at himself in confusion and found that his whole body was intact and there was nothing wrong. He couldn't help but reveal a look of doubt.

"Follow me." The deep and distant voice of the man in black robe sounded, with a tone of no doubt, and he turned and left.

Han Fengxue had no choice but to follow him silently. It was as easy as pinching an ant to kill him. He didn't need to use any tricks at all. He had no choice but to follow him. In his heart, in addition to a trace of fear of unknown things, there was also a trace of curiosity and doubt.

Turning left and right, the road the four people took was all remote and uninhabited areas. As night fell, Han Fengxue was taken to an abandoned area by them.

The dilapidated courtyard was full of abandoned brick and tile wall holes. Walking into a courtyard, it was full of weeds, like an area that had not been inhabited for a long time.

After being led around for a few more times, several people walked into a lobby. Surprisingly, with the help of the faint candlelight, they could see that the lobby was clean and tidy. Although it was not luxurious, it was elegantly and quietly arranged, well organized, and it was actually a different world.

The leading man in black robes casually sat down on a chair and waved to Han Fengxue, inviting him in. Han Fengxue sat down naturally, thinking that since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. The other two men in black robes disappeared into the darkness.

The black-robed man slowly took off the black veil on his face, revealing his true face. He was an old man in his sixties or seventies. His hair and beard were all white, even his eyebrows were white, and his face had soft lines. Surprisingly, his eyes were full of kindness and tranquility, which made people feel friendly. This temperament was completely opposite to the murderous intent he had released not long ago, and Han Fengxue was stunned for a moment.

"Very unexpected, right?" The old man smiled slightly, his voice was very gentle, and it was very appropriate to describe the old man as gentle and elegant.

Han Fengxue nodded in agreement.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you." The old man's voice was as peaceful as pool water, making it easy for Han Fengxue to believe that he was telling the truth.

Seeing Han Fengxue open his mouth, the old man seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "You can call me Shui Lao."

Did my intuition come true? He had a feeling that he would have something to do with this organization some time ago, but he didn't expect to confirm his thoughts so quickly.

"Shui Lao, I'm very surprised. It seems that I have nothing to do with the Dream Tower. Moreover, I have killed one of your assassins. Why..."

"Why do you feel that I have no ill intentions?" Seeing Han Fengxue nod, Shui Lao continued: "He acted on his own. If you don't kill him, I will do it myself. As for the purpose of looking for you, it's because you are a warrior."

Han Fengxue was shocked. It seems that his guess has come true. The Dream Tower is likely to be an organization composed of lost warriors. He did not speak, and quietly waited for Shui Lao's next words.

"I can tell you that warriors have never disappeared. They have always existed throughout the world, and the Dream Tower is the gathering place of warriors." Shui Lao's words confirmed Han Fengxue's thoughts.

"You should have obtained the skills left by a certain predecessor." Shui Lao looked at Han Fengxue, and at this moment his gentle eyes instantly turned sharp.

"You are so sure."

"Of course, in the world, apart from the Dream Tower, there is no other place that has such a powerful warrior technique that can allow an eighteen-year-old boy to reach the middle level of the martial arts sect." There was a trace of undisguised arrogance in Shui Lao's expression, "So, there is only one possibility, you have inherited the technique left by a certain senior."

Han Fengxue was speechless. He didn't expect it to be so simple. The other party directly judged the conclusion. Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he simply nodded.

"Can I know who it is?"

Han Fengxue shook his head decisively.

Shui Lao smiled casually and said apologetically: "I am rude."

Han Fengxue was stunned again. With the other party's strength and identity, he would actually apologize to him. This is totally unreasonable. He looked directly at Shui Lao and asked firmly: "You can't just come to me to chat, what is your purpose?"

"Young people are anxious." Shui Lao said indifferently: "I want to ask if you are willing to join the Dream Tower."

"Be a killer." Han Fengxue frowned. He never thought of becoming a killer.

"You are wrong. Although the people in the Dream Building kill people, they are not killers. We never kill people at will, nor do we accept employment. Everything has its own principles and purposes."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Han Fengxue refused.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. I won't force you to join. Now, you can leave at any time."

Han Fengxue turned around and left without being polite.

"Young man, I hope you will consider my suggestion. In addition, please don't tell anyone about what happened today."

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Han Fengxue nodded and agreed. As long as he didn't have a problem with his brain, he wouldn't tell anyone. Even the people that Chai Lao couldn't deal with, who could he tell? It would only cause endless troubles.

After Han Fengxue left, two ghostly figures appeared beside Shui Lao. Shui Lao smiled and said to himself: "One day, you will join the Dream Building, and you will become an important member, and even our hope."

The ghost behind him trembled slightly when he heard Shui Lao's words.

Han Fengxue walked in the night, full of doubts and confusion.

Why did so many masters from the Dream Building appear in the imperial capital? What was their purpose?

Why did Shui Lao not have any ill will towards him, but was very polite?

Why did he invite himself to join the Dream Building, and what kind of organization was the Dream Building?

Everything was like a shadow, covering Han Fengxue.