Ascend to the Heavens.

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

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

"Daddy, is this the Ascending Pavilion?" Wang Xiaoxiao said with a new face. As she spoke, she had already run to the Ascending 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 the Heavenly Climbing Pavilion, it was Xie Yanshu who was originally guarding here, but his strength had improved a lot recently, and he was valued by a certain elder in Snow Moon City and taken to further study. After he left, the first floor of this Heavenly Pavilion could not be guarded by no one, so Sikong Changfeng arranged for another disciple to come over.

The first layer can also be regarded as the façade of the Heavenly Pavilion, and the strength of the disciples guarding the pavilion cannot be too bad. Therefore, this personal martial arts student who has not been valued by any elder for two and a half years, and is called Brother Ji by the people in the rivers and lakes, Cai Moumou, was arranged to come over.

Hearing that someone outside was "clamoring" to break into the pavilion, Cai Moumou also ran out excitedly.

"Grandma's drop, I was 'distributed' to this Heavenly Pavilion, it hasn't been opened for a few months, and today someone finally came, let me see which rookie it is." The young man, who had combed the middle part, took up 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. It was once complained that this weapon "is not even qualified to be a hydrangea".

"No, no, I have to behave well, if I can be valued by a certain elder, I can't go to heaven in one step." Cai Moumou straightened his clothes, "That's fine, no matter how you fight later, your hairstyle can't be messed up."

After that, he quickly ran to the door and shouted, "Which rookie wants to break into the pavilion, let Uncle Ben have a good time with you for a while."

Looking around, Cai Moumou only looked at Wang Tie and the coachman who was over the age of six.

"This old man is not a martial artist at first glance." Glancing at the saber on Wang Tie's waist, he said, "It's you who want to come to the pavilion."

Saying that it was too late, he aimed at Wang Tie and threw the spherical object in his hand.

Seeing that the man suddenly made a move, although Wang Tie was injured, but not everyone could handle it at will, he didn't know the strength of the other party, so he didn't dare to be careless.

Mobilizing the internal force of his whole body, he swung a knife violently.

With a "click", Wang Tie thought that his knife was broken, and said in his heart: "The disciple who can guard the pavilion here is really extraordinary, and there is such a ... Strength."

But when he looked closely, it was not his sword that was broken, but the spherical weapon of the disciple who guarded the pavilion.

"This..." Wang Tie was stunned, he didn't expect that he would destroy the opponent's weapons with a swing.

"My balls..." Cai Moumou was angry all of a sudden, "Grandma, you actually destroyed my balls, ah..."

At this time, Wang Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Hey, I am the one who wants to break into the pavilion, what are you doing to my father."

"Look at the tricks." Wang Xiaoxiao was not convinced, thinking that he was ignored by the other party, and immediately planned to teach him a lesson.

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

"Daddy." Wang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and looked at Wang Tie with a resentful expression.

"Ahem." Feeling Wang Xiaoxiao's gaze, Wang Tie coughed lightly twice: "That, this little brother, I think you misunderstood. The little girl is here to apprentice." As he spoke, Wang Tie stepped forward quickly and handed him the famous thorn.

"Apprenticeship?" Cai Moumou's face was still angry, but he still took the famous thorn handed by Wang Tie.

When he opened it, Cai Moumou's eyes were staring at the content of the letter, and after a while, he looked at Wang Xiaoxiao: "You are the disciple of the Lord of the Four Cities!"

"yes!" Wang Xiaoxiao said with an unhappy face.

"Harm!" Cai Moumou hurriedly changed his face, "It's really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, a few months ago, the little one was fortunate enough to get a trick and a half from the Four City Lords, so you are the personal disciple of the Four City Lords."

As he spoke, Cai Moumou snapped his fingers: "In this way, you are my junior sister, good little junior sister."

The seniority of the disciples of Snow Moon City, regardless of their name or status

Age, only in the order of entry.

"Huh." Wang Tie laughed awkwardly: "That, little brother, please take us into the city, I still have a letter to give to the Lord of the Three Cities."

"Yes. Quick, quick, I'll take you there." Cai Moumou said with a smile.

Suddenly, a slightly playful voice came from the top of the attic, "Oh? Cai, are you planning to leave your post without permission?"

"Huh?" Cai Moumou was startled and hurriedly looked towards the top of the pavilion.

With a "plop", he fell to his knees: "Three City Lords, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore."

On the top of the pavilion, Sikong Changfeng's figure slowly fell, he glanced at Cai Moumou, and snorted coldly: "Forgive me for not daring, hurry up and get me in."

"Yes, yes, get out, get out." Hearing this, Cai Moumou was pardoned and hurriedly ran into the Heavenly Pavilion.

"Spear Fairy-sama!" Wang Tie hurriedly hugged his fists.

"Hmm." Sikong Changfeng nodded lightly, and then looked at Wang Xiaoxiao: "You are Wang Xiaoxiao?" That little apprentice that Yang Ming newly accepted?"

Wang Xiaoxiao looked up at Sikong Changfeng and asked, "You are the Spear Immortal Master?"

"Tiny, don't be rude." Wang Tie's heart was in his throat, for fear that because of Wang Xiaoxiao's words, he would be blasted out of Snow Moon City.

"Don't worry." Sikong Changfeng waved his hand casually, and then he slowly leaned down: "I am the Spear Immortal Master in your mouth, your master told me that he will not come back in a short time, you can practice behind me during this time."

"Nope." Wang Xiaoxiao shook his head.

"This..." Wang Tie couldn't wait to step forward and give her this "unsuccessful" daughter a kick, and everyone else wanted to squeeze their heads and want to worship under the Gun Fairy Gate, you are good, you don't want it yet.

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

"Master said that your strength is not weaker than his, but I haven't seen it." Wang Xiaoxiao puffed up his chest and said proudly.

"Hahaha." Sikong Changfeng smiled: "That little one, what do you want to think of my strength."

Wang Xiaoxiao thought for a while and said, "Master said that the strongest blow of 'Wind and Clouds' is that it can roll up the wind and rain all over the city, if you can do it, I will believe you."

"Okay." Sikong Changfeng nodded and agreed, "You are optimistic, Uncle Shi, I will shoot it."

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Changfeng jumped to the top of the Heavenly Pavilion, he stood the Wuyue Spear in front of him, and an incomparably powerful true qi emanated from his body.

At the same time, the autumn wind of the entire Snow Moon City was quickly attracted by him, and above the tip of the spear, the originally formless and colorless wind turned into white smoke at this moment.

"Sikong Changfeng has made a move." Inside the attic, Xiao Chong felt a powerful aura and couldn't help but say, "Master, do you know that he is fighting with others?"

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

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