The majestic heavy rain fell on the world, and the dense rain was connected into a line, covering everyone's sight, and only the people on the street could be seen dimly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Lu Qikun fell on the street full of rain, and the blood slowly overflowed from the white clothes in his body, invading the rain on the street, forming a circle of rippling red ripples.

Lu Qiqian looked up at Lin Shi in the inn, he didn't care about the unconscious Lu Qikun at all, and his calm face that had not changed gradually became solemn and serious. Holding the Junzi Sword with his right hand, the true yuan and true dragon essence blood in the meridians boiled, and the aura of nothingness became more and more intense.

The rain was falling recklessly, venting its anger, thunder exploded in the heavens and the earth, and lightning flashed continuously.

"I always say that thieves are unfair, why is a hypocritical family like the Lu family, since it can be passed down for thousands of years, why would the reincarnation of the true dragon be a member of the Lu family" Lin Shi said very calmly, as if he was expounding a very ordinary fact.

The people in the street shops breathed heavily, and the son in the inn on the first floor was not surprised, and everyone heard the disdain and disdain in Lin Shi's words. The rain blurred his eyes and stared at Lin Shi in the second-floor inn, they couldn't understand what Lin Shi's confidence was, since he was so naked and humiliating the Lu family and Lu Qiqian.

The son in the inn on the first floor raised his eyebrows, he cared more about the identity of the speaker on the second floor than those outside. The horror of the Lu family is a recognized fact in the world, what kind of courage does that young man have to do this, could it be that he was also born in some powerful force.

But Gongzi is very clear that in the Central Plains now, there is no force that can be compared with the Lu family. Not to mention that the Lu family's money can be channeled, even if it has a history of thousands of years, it is not comparable to any force.

Maybe before today, Gongzi Wu was in awe of the Lu family, only the heritage of the Lu family that has been inherited for thousands of years, so after Lu Qiqian drew his sword on the second floor, in the heaviness of the brilliance, Gongzi did not feel the heaviness of history and the awe of etiquette, so he changed from awe to fear.

Now in the entire Central Plains, even the five major overlords cannot be compared with the Lu family. There is only the summer room of the glorious period, and the state religion in the hearts of tens of millions of people in the Central Plains. It's just that both the summer room and the state religion have become history, and all that remains is the words on the ancient books.

No, this is the result of Childe's failure.

Childe Wu really wanted to get out of the inn, but he didn't have the courage to avoid the heavy rain that came to the world, so he had to surrender. This is not the result that the prince does not want, as the son of the Chu State, how can he surrender to the feet of others, even if that person is the true dragon of the Lu family.

So Childe was not curious, curious about the origin of the young man, and also curious about Lu Qiqian's reaction. After all, that sentence nakedly humiliated the Lu family and Lu Qiqian, and the son believed that Lu Qiqian would be indifferent.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the inn, Childe was like a guest watching a play, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned to show a smile.

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Lu Qiqian in the heavy rain was very calm, he was not angry and angry because of Lin Shi's words, and he didn't even have any bullying for his emotions, as if Lin Shi's humiliation was not his own. However, the rain became heavier and heavier, covering the sky and the earth and blurring everyone's vision, but it did not make Lu Qiqian's white clothes change in any way, not even a drop of rain.

The two were silent opposite each other, and the atmosphere was oppressive and terrifying, which was unbearable.

After a long time, Lu Qiqian slowly spoke: "My Lu family has existed for thousands of years, and it makes sense."

"What bullshit, it's just a hypocritical excuse," Lin Shi said sharply, looking at Mao Sheng beside him.

Mao Sheng understood the meaning in Lin Shi's eyes, and reached out to hold the other party's shabby Taoist robe. Lin Shi jumped up with Mao Sheng, broke into the majestic rain, and slowly fell into the rain-soaked streets. At the same time, there was a concurrent light from the shabby robes, and those rays stretched out like threads, dividing the heavy rain that fell from the sky to form a field of light.

Countless people looked at that light and clearly felt the divine purity in it.

The childe in the inn looked solemn, and the brilliance gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Lu Qiqian slowly raised his hand holding the sword, the gentleman's sword went up from the bottom, and in an instant, thousands of rains divided the heaven and the earth, and the terrifying dragon's breath raged in the heaven and earth, impacting the brilliance like a line,

Want to break that realm of light. It's just a simple action, but it seems that the supreme being awakens, catharsis the loneliness of thousands of sleeps, and the advent of the world like a person announcing himself.

Such a sight made everyone's pupils open, and even Childe Wu trembled. This was not at all the power that a cultivator of the Cave Xuan Realm should have, but now it appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Lin Shi put away his smile, and a small wooden sword appeared in front of him from the light traction.

"Peachwood Sword" Lu Qiqian was a little more solemn again, and his eyebrows were wrinkled together.

Three simple words, but they are like thunder on the ground, exploding in the ears of countless people.

"The third artifact on the artifact list," a cultivator said in surprise.

Countless people stared at Lin Shi, who was blurred in the heavy rain, and the inconspicuous wooden sword, which made the quiet crowd boil. They may not know the existence of the Daomen, but the artifacts on the world's artifact list are still known to countless people.

The boy in the inn could no longer sit upright, and suddenly got up and looked at Lin Shi in the heavy rain, staring at the patched robe, staring at the light that was concurrently emitting like a thread from it. At this moment, Gongzi Wu finally knew why he was so familiar, those glorious Gongzi had never felt it in the sacrificial holy land of Chu State, but Lin Shi's brilliance was more sacred and pure.

"Daomen" Gongzi muttered to himself, and a shocking wave was set off in his heart.

I know why that young Taoist priest is so confident that he belittles and looks down on the Lu family so much, because there is only one place in the world, which is older than the history of the Lu family, and even more terrifying and terrifying than the Lu family, and that is the legendary Daomen.

The finger-sized peachwood sword, in the light like a line, quietly suspended in front of Lin Shi's chest. Let the majestic rain fall, let the dragon's breath rage across the world, and not afraid at all, calm like a boat in the ocean, you can face the storm at any time.

Lu Qiqian swung his sword solemnly and wanted to use this sword move completely, let the peachwood sword fall, make the light dim, and let Lin Shi die here. But Lu Qiqian couldn't swing this piece no matter what, and it was a very simple action.

Lin Shi was ready to meet the opponent's offensive, although he was not completely sure that he could take it, but Lin Shi did not change in either his mood or mentality, after all, Daomen cultivation was inaction. Since you meet it, you will follow the trend, and since you face it, you will follow the trend, which is the inaction of the Daomen.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, Lin Shi didn't feel any change, but the majestic rain gradually became smaller.

"I see," Lin Shi thought something, and looked at Lu Qiqian.

Lu Qiqian's face gradually became as white as snow, a mouthful of fishy sweetness surged up his throat, and he was fiercely suppressed by Lu Qiqian, slowly put down the hand holding the sword, and stood weakly in the heavy rain, without losing his usual demeanor and integrity.

"Goodbye" Lin Shi withdrew the wooden sword, retracted the light of the thread into his body, and helped Lu Qikun who fell to the ground to leave.