readx;? Meng Xinglong wanted the other party to laugh at the martial arts several times, but because he was affected by Fang Xiaowu's howling, he couldn't be 100% sure, so he repeatedly stopped. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He couldn't let the scene be controlled by Fang Xiaowu!

He's going to be in control of everything that's his own!

Suddenly, Meng Xinglong raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.

His roar was like that of a dragon, soaring above the nine heavens, and his sword aura soared into the sky, as if he wanted to break free from all restraints.

"Lonely West Wind!"

Fang Xiaowu suddenly stopped his whistle and shouted.

Suddenly, with a flick of his fingers, a sword wind popped out, like a dream.

Hiss!

Meng Xinglong's whole body was shocked, his clothes were torn, like a sword cut, and his face was completely stunned.

And that sword wind, just like Fang Xiaowu's soul, after circling around Fang Xiaowu's body, actually got into Fang Xiaowu's body, and there was no sound.

After a long time, I saw Fang Xiaowu slowly turn around, his face was as usual, as if he had never done anything.

He looked at Meng Xinglong, his eyes were flat, and asked, "Do you want to come?"

Suddenly, Meng Xinglong sighed dejectedly, looking extremely melancholy.

Fang Xiaowu's move "Lonely Howling West Wind" can be described as a tragic song of heaven and earth, which makes him feel powerless to resist, he really wants to make another move, for him, it is absolutely harmless and powerless.

He sighed: "Fang Xiaowu, you won, from now on, you will be the half-step Sword Sect of the White-clothed Sword Sect." ”

With that, he turned around and went down the mountain, retreated again, and did not see him for several years.

And a day later, Fang Xiaowu said goodbye to Xue Rendi, followed the white-clothed Sword Sect out of the Immortal Mountain, and went to the main hall where he was when he came to the Sword Hall.

There is only one person in the hall, and that is the purple-robed old man of the hall master of the Guijian Hall.

Fang Xiaowu already knew the name of the purple-robed old man, who was called Wei Tiefeng.

Wei Tiefeng put his hands behind his back, seeing that the white-clothed Sword Sect brought Fang Xiaowu into the main hall, he didn't say a word, and always looked at Fang Xiaowu.

After a while, Wei Tiefeng said, "Fang Xiaowu, from now on, you are the half-step Sword Sect of the Sword Hall. ”

Immediately, he added, "You are the first sword cultivator in the history of the Guijian Hall to become a half-step sword sect at the age of twenty, and you are worthy of congratulations." ”

"Thank you, Master. ”

"You don't have to thank me, you deserve it. The three-month period is up, and it's time to let you go. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu couldn't help but feel shocked.

Although he had expected to come here this time just to leave, when this matter came out of Wei Tiefeng's mouth, he also felt a little reluctant.

Once he left, there was no way to turn back.

The three months he spent in Guijian Hall would become a piece of history.

The people he knew here might never be seen again.

The Tao is ruthless but affectionate.

This is exactly his state of mind at the moment.

Wei Tiefeng didn't want the atmosphere to look so sad, so he waved his hand decisively and said loudly: "You go, don't look back!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu's whole body was shocked.

But then, he respectfully bowed to Wei Tiefeng, followed behind the White-clothed Sword Sect, and went out from the back of the hall.

There is a long road behind the palace, and I don't know where it leads.

The two walked silently on this road for half an hour, and finally saw the end of the road, but it was a sea of clouds full of sword qi that could not be seen to the end.

The white-clothed Sword Sect walked to the end of the corridor, pointed down, and said, "Jump down from here to go back to where you came, jump." ”

In the past three months, Fang Xiaowu had regarded the White-clothed Sword Sect as half of his master, and he was a little reluctant to say goodbye to him at this moment.

However, he was going to go eventually.

This is not the place where he stays forever, and neither is his ambition.

He saluted respectfully towards the white-clothed Sword Sect and said, "Sword Sect, thank you for taking care of me in the past three months, I am gone, and there will be a period later." ”

After saying that, Fang Xiaowu turned around, jumped forward, and jumped into the clouds without hesitation.

"Remember!" After Fang Xiaowu's figure fell into the clouds, the voice of the White-clothed Sword Sect came: "Although you are not from the Martial Arts Academy, your half-step Sword Sect is a real glory, no matter what kind of difficulties you encounter in the future, as long as you think about the four words of the Half-Step Sword Sect, you should be proud of these four words!"

In an instant, the clouds and mist surged, unpredictable, and the sword light shone brightly, like a sea city lip tower, the light was strange, and Fang Xiaowu had already been engulfed.

After three breaths, Fang Xiaowu fell from the sky and landed on a barren land, which was the barren land when he came.

He looked up and saw something flashing faintly, like a dragon retreating, and he could no longer see any trace.

Fang Xiaowu looked at it blankly for a while, and said in his heart: "This Guijian Hall must be a ** treasure, just like the island of the Holy Palace, mortals can't peep at all." ”

At this time, a voice came: "Reluctant?"

Fang Xiaowu turned his head to look and saw that it was Zong Zhengming, so he hurriedly hurried over and said hello to Zong Zhengming.

"Half-step Sword Sect. Zong Zhengming smiled and said, "I have never received such a resounding name in my life." ”

Of course, Fang Xiaowu knew that this was Zong Zhengming's joke.

Zong Zhengming is the chief professor of the Martial Arts Academy, and in terms of cultivation, he is not as good as the White-clothed Sword Sect, but in terms of swordsmanship, it may not be worse than the White-clothed Sword Sect.

Not to mention the half-step Sword Sect, even if it is the Sword Sect, as long as Zong Zhengming wants it, he can definitely be it.

"Religious seat, you always came here to pick me up in person, is there something important to tell me?" Fang Xiaowu said.

Zong Zhengming nodded and said, "I have a major matter to tell you, but this is not a place to talk, let's go and talk about it." ”

At that moment, the two left this barren land and went far away.

......

"What?"

In a sword pavilion, Fang Xiaowu's face was full of concealment, and he shouted loudly: "Ask me to escort the princess out of the customs? Why am I not from the court!"

In addition to Zong Zhengming, there is also Li Datong on the opposite side.

Speaking depends on the object, if the person who wants Fang Xiaowu to do this is Zong Zhengming, even if Fang Xiaowu will not agree immediately, at least he will not refuse in person, but said that he needs to think for some time, but the person who spoke was Li Datong, and Fang Xiaowu was angry.

This old fox not only withheld his reward and did not give it to himself, but also had to escort some bullshit princess out of the customs at this time.

He's not a minion!

"Ahem, ahem. Li Datong saw that Fang Xiaowu was really a little angry, so he smiled and said: "This is designated by the emperor, it's useless for you to be angry." If you really don't go, I'll have to send someone to tell the emperor that if something happens at that time, don't ask me to talk to you for you. ”

Fang Xiaowu was even more unhappy, and said loudly: "What about the emperor? If you don't go, you won't go!"

"Really not going?"

"Humph!"

"Okay, I'll keep those rewards of yours in the dean's office for the time being, and I'll give them to you when you leave the martial arts academy......"

"Li ......"

Fang Xiaowu almost didn't say all three words of Li Datong, but when he saw Zong Zhengming standing in front of him, he swallowed it hard.

"Alas, escorting the princess out of the customs this time is a big difference, as the saying goes, the emperor is not a hungry soldier, let alone such a big thing as escort......ing the princess?

"Wait. Fang Xiaowu stopped Li Datong, and his eyes rolled: "What kind of dragon wood? ”