Ji Yaoyue didn't say a word, and walked back to Aunt Gongsun quietly, Aunt Gongsun sighed and raised her voice: "Thank you for wanting to let the Peacock Princess, our business is over, Childe, please do it." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Oh, it's so simple?" Aunt Gongsun and the Sword God came together, but they only begged for a knife for a little girl, and even the peacock boy felt that there was a sense of thunder and rain.

"It's not easy. Aunt Gongsun chuckled and shook her head, no longer speaking.

"Indeed, looking at simple things, there is always a complex story behind it that no one knows......" Gongziling no longer asked, and turned to Mu Zixuan: "Get to the bottom of it, it's not the style of this son, give you three palms, and bury the story of the year, how about it?"

When Hu Bugui's death was attributed to Gongzi Ling's head, Gongzi Ling knew that he was set up by someone, and he carried the black pot in vain, but he didn't know who the person behind the situation was.

It wasn't until recently that I heard rumors in the rivers and lakes that Hu Bugui's death was Mu Zixuan's handiwork, and the peacock boy naturally refused to let go of this opportunity to find out, so he would visit Si Tiantai. And between the previous words, Mu Zixuan also confessed what happened back then.

But Gongziling was arrogant by nature and had an excellent face, so he didn't want to say that he was being used by Mu Zixuan, so he said this in a roundabout way.

Mu Zixuan knew what he meant, closed his eyes, took a breath, and suppressed the agitation in his heart, what a big demon Gongzi Ling is, although he is not limited to three palms, but there are not many people who can take his three palms, looking at the world, the risk is unpredictable, and if he is not careful, he will die.

He can show off his lips and tongue, so stiff that Gongziling can't wipe his face, or he can lead to trouble, blame others for what happened back then, and even bargain to let Gongziling change to a relaxed condition.

But when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were shining, and his awe-inspiring battle spirit rushed into the sky: "Childe, please applaud!"

The road of crape myrtle stardom cannot only rely on ingenuity, Mu Zixuan does not escape or avoid, vowing to start with these three palms, so that Mu Zixuan's name will be famous all over the world!

was so simple, even Ying Feiyang withdrew his gaze from Ji Yaoyue and turned to Mu Zixuan. I was amazed by my brother's different style from the past.

"Refreshing!" sensing the compelling battle intent, Gongziling exclaimed, waved his hand, and to put it mildly, the earth-shattering first palm shook the world!

The clouds weave colorful colors, turning into a big hand and falling from the sky, like the Sumeru Mountain, as if the canopy of the sky is under the cover of this palm, the palm is not coming, the male and heavy palm wind has pressed the face of the people watching the battle like ash, but the legs are like lead sinking, and the black pressure is overwhelming.

Although Ying Feiyang did not fall, he also felt the pressure, recalling that he had slashed his sword at Gongzi Ling when he was a fledgling, and now he knows how ignorant and fearless he was at that time, and now, the higher he cultivates, the more he knows how unattainable the demon standing at the top is!

And Mu Zixuan, who was at the center of the storm, stood tall, his body was as immovable as Mount Tai, his breath was like a deep abyss, his true qi was full, and his body was full of stars. At the moment when the giant palm approached the neighbor, he suddenly let out a soft sigh, and his hands moved forward, like turning the sky, like holding a pill bead, and a black qi circle like a dark night ran out in his palm, which was the self-created crape myrtle's seven changes "Black Ruin Annihilation"!

However, the ball's big qi circle was like a long whale absorbing water, and the palm of the cloud qi that poured out was actually continuously sucked into the qi circle, and everyone suddenly felt that the pressure on their heads was light, and they straightened their waists.

The trick of the black ruin annihilation is created by Mu Zixuan in imitation of the "black ruins" devouring the sun, moon and stars, the qi is like a void, containing all things, but the palm of Gongzi Ling is - the void is difficult to bear!

Mu Zixuan's breath suddenly surged, his throat was sweet, and he saw that the black qi circle shattered like a pearl and jade, and the radiant qi seeped out from the crack.

And just when Mu Zixuan was struggling to support it, the majestic second palm had already exploded.

Hearing Mu Zixuan's long roar again, with a flick of his hands, the black qi circle was like a nebula circulating, spun out, and greeted the second palm, and then looked at Mu Zixuan's old monk with his hands folded like a Buddha, "Bang!", and let out a crisp slap.

After the slapping sound, it was like a groundbreaking sound, and the swirling air circle exploded as if it was squeezed and exploded by Mu Zixuan in the air, and the sound shook people's eardrums to burst, and the explosion formed a raging and rampant air vortex that swept in all directions.

The self-move is the "Nebula Explosion" in the Seven Changes of Ziwei, this move imitates the power of the Nebula Explosion, triggering the remaining power of Gongzi Ling's first palm to explode, and the power is multiplied under the overlap, and it explodes, which actually cancels out Gongziling's second palm. It's just that Mu Zixuan couldn't resist the impact of the airflow, so he couldn't help but take three steps back.

"Good catch! The third palm is here!" Mu Zixuan was not allowed to breathe, and the third palm was pressing, but after the two palms were exchanged, Mu Zixuan had already measured the strength of Gongzi Ling, and the last move did not have to spare any more strength.

But when he saw that the palm strength was approaching, he stepped backwards, advancing and retreating from the palm strength, always maintaining a distance of three feet.

And the hands are flying with ten fingers, pointing, dialing, transporting, transforming, and dividing at the same time, while retreating, from time to time unload the strength to the surroundings, fortunately, there is no one around, otherwise a small airflow that is finally separated is enough to make the tendons and fractures of those who are not good at cultivation. The move is the method of unloading and transforming strength in the seven changes of crape myrtle.

And after retreating seven steps, the palm strength was still fifty percent, Mu Zixuan's true qi was mentioned again, his feet were already firmly rooted in the ground, he did not move, and he roared: "The gift cannot be taken away, return half a palm, it will be counted as a return gift!"

Mu Zixuan lifted his shoulders and elbows, using his strength like a bow, pushing one stroke at a time, the palm power that had not been dissipated and his own Ziwei Tianjue True Qi blended into one, and as Mu Zixuan's palms came out together, he turned into a meteor and went up against the sky, counterattacking Gongziling with a huge and incomparable might.

"Bold!" Qin Fengliu, who was accompanying him, raised his eyebrows, intending to step forward, but Gongzi Ling said: "It's okay!"

But seeing that the peacock boy got up from his seat for the first time since he came here, with a wave of his sleeve, the colorful glow flashed and disappeared, and the palm qi of his body was beaten to the sky, piercing through the layers of clouds and disappearing into the field of vision, this swing also used the kung fu of turning force to unload the strength, but it was more understatement than Mu Zixuan.

After three palms, the wind disappeared, and the audience was silent, and after a while, there was a thunderous cheer, "Good!"

Then the cheers poured in!

took the three palms of Gongzi Ling without any tricks, although he entered the decline, he did not see defeat, that is, looking at the elderly in the audience, there are a few people who can do it. But Mu Zixuan, a young man who is only in his twenties, but in his twenties, has done it, how shocking it is!

Now that he has such cultivation, coupled with his previous remarks, it is confirmed that Hu Bugui did die because of his calculations...... In the sound of the tide, everyone looked at Mu Zixuan who was standing with his hands in his hands, as if they could see a mountain peak rising under his feet, sending him up to the sky, rising layer by layer, and in a few years, he would stand tall in the eyes of everyone, only worthy of looking up - the peak!

Looking at the people of Si Tiantai Sect and some people who had received Mu Zixuan's favor with a look of reverence, Qingyue Zhenren, Lu Zhenwu, and Shang Ying, the three of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, glanced at each other, and each saw the sadness in each other's eyes. Except for Qingyue Zhenren, Shang Ying and Lu Zhenwu couldn't help but ask themselves in their hearts, if it were them, could they take Gongzi Ling's three palms like this without revealing their defeat? The answer was that the more they thought about it, the more cold they felt.

Ying Feiyang pinched the hilt of the sword with his hand, as if he was about to pinch the hilt out of the water, "Seven years, he is seven years older than me, and in seven years, will I be able to catch up with him now?"

"What a Mu Zixuan, this son has written you down!" Gongzi Ling let out a clear long smile, overpowering the noise present.

"Childe's congratulatory gift, it really weighs more than a thousand pounds, thank you below!" Mu Zixuan arched his hand and said, Gongziling said before that it was a congratulatory gift, and now it seems that it is really right, since ancient times, wealth and wealth have been sought in danger, after three palms, his reputation is unparalleled for a while, and now for him, it is indeed a great gift.

"Ha, then next time it should be heavier, the gift has been delivered, the wine is exempt, and my son will go! Gongsun everyone, can you go to the Splendid Villa for a few days, let this son be the east, and have a good treat? ”

Gongsun Lan Yingying saluted and said: "Thank you for the kindness of the son, the slave family is still in the spring break, temporarily resting singing and dancing, only traveling in the scenery of Tianjian Peak, if the son has a heart, next month, the twelve squares of the Red Pavilion are waiting for the big driver." ”

"It's Tianjian Peak again, every year, the scenery of Tianjian Peak is really something that everyone in Gongsun never gets tired of seeing......" Gongzi Ling laughed.

The singing and dancing camp of the Twelve Fangs of the Red Pavilion is always the busiest in the first month of the New Year, and after the first month, Aunt Gongsun will close the workshop for twenty years, so that the singing and dancing girls who have no time to go home during the New Year, and servants like Yu Wenfeng go home to save their relatives, and she is always at this time of year, she will always go to Tianjian Peak where Yu Wenfeng lives to temporarily live for half a month, which means that it is self-evident.

"If the son is interested in the scenery of Tianjian Peak, the slave family is welcome at any time. "Aunt Gongsun, who is accustomed to the wind and moon, naturally will not laugh at Gongzi Ling's ridicule, and she has already revealed it with a light word.

"Let's go, Gongsun, everyone is welcome, the sword array under the mountain is not welcome, this son is better to go back to the Splendid Villa, go first!" Gongzi Ling's voice fell, waved goodbye, and the colorful clouds carried him away.

"Yuwen, it's time for us to go. After seeing Gongzi Ling leave, Aunt Gongsun turned around and said to Yu Wenfeng, but behind her, how could there be Yu Wenfeng's shadow......

Everyone was still eagerly talking about the battle of the three palms, and suddenly, the coldness was pervasive, the sound of swords was humming, and everyone stopped discussing it in unison.

Ying Feiyang held down the restless Xingji Sword that wanted to come out of its sheath, and felt something in his heart, and turned around to see-

A long sword with a cold light uncontrollably came out of the hands of the people present, came out of the sheath, and fell one after another with the sound of "ding" like rain, divided into two rows and inserted upside down on the ground, and the sword body was bent at the same time.

And in the sword column, an old man stepped forward, he was still a dull old servant, but now he is a god in the sword, every step makes ten thousand swords whisper, and at the end of the road, it is Mu Zixuan.

Sen Han's sword light shone, and the temperature at the scene seemed to drop sharply to freezing, Yu Wenfeng walked to Mu Zixuan's side, but his voice was colder than the sword light.

"Why don't you use a sword!" (To be continued.) )