Zhong Xihou drunk the immortals cleanly, since Xiao Huidong doesn't drink, then don't drink.

It's time to go back to the inn, or maybe it's time to sharpen Tianqin's temperament, to the kind of temperament that is rare for him to have the same thoughts as Tianao, and the kind of ladies that only exist in water towns.

"Xiao Huidong, why don't you go back with me and see your sister Tianqin?"

The young walker's mouth pursed slightly, as if he had thought about thousands of things with a flick of his fingers, and finally shook his head.

"Oh, you don't miss your Lyra sister anymore?"

The young walker immediately shook his head, his eyes were firm, and Zhong Xihou couldn't help laughing.

The young walker thought about it again, but decided to explain, "He's almost in Jinling City." ”

"Oh, it seems that your sister Lyra is not as good as your little brother. ”

This ridiculous remark made the young walker blush, and he originally wanted to say that he was going to go to the cold city, but the cable reported that the woman with a red scarf and silver armor went to the cold city.

"Xiao Huidong, what's on your mind?"

The young walker hesitated again and again, and hesitated: "I, I want to go to Bangfeng City, do some, some small things······"

The young walker's smiling face suddenly turned as red as a ripe persimmon, and Zhong Xihou was stunned on the spot, laughing. While laughing, he took out a piece of gold from the inner pocket of his robe, and engraved a resting tiger on the front, but two words on the back, "Wind Spirit".

Zhong Xihou spread out the young walker's hand and put the gold piece on his hand, the little hand was rough but not very strong.

Xiao Huidong, Xiao Huidong, your temperament is indeed not bad, if you love to be in the limelight like yourself, I am afraid that it will be easier to suffer.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are about twenty or thirty of my West Earth cocoons over there in Cold City, bring ······"

The young walker was about to excuse himself, but Zhong Xihou squeezed the young walker's hand, making him firmly hold the "Wind Spirit" order in his hand.

The wind spirit, that is the symbol of the power of the entire Western Dark Division, is unique.

Just like the righteous son of Zhong Xihou, the stupid big man like a bamboo pole, the idiot who holds a strange long sword, his name is the Wind Spirit King.

Hui Dong, who holds the Wind Spirit Order, has the power to be the Wind Spirit King at this moment.

The stupid boy didn't say thank you, and slowly stepped back and prepared to leave, Zhong Xihou called him again, and said in a warm voice: "Before leaving Jinling City, don't forget to meet your sister Tianqin, that girl has specially prepared a gift for you." ”

When the young walker heard Qu Tianqin so hearted, he unconsciously smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

The young walker asked secretly in his heart, Master Hou, if I hadn't intercepted the secret letter at the beginning, would you still treat me like this today?

If?

What is If?

The young walker grasped the wind spirit tightly, causing his figure to flicker, and he was gone.

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but shrink his neck slightly, this black charcoal in the west looked like a frightened raccoon, which was quite interesting.

But how could this Western City Lord not be admired, his skills are really good, and he also asked secretly, his footwork may reach the realm of this young man?

Gift?

I don't know if Xiao Huidong will be able to see it.

This is Jinling City, which is not peaceful Jinling City.

The inn where Zhongxihou lived was thunderous every day, and when people knew about it for the first time, it was natural that there would be a second or third person to find Zhongxihou.

These people aspire to be strong, and a dull idea tells them that if they want to become strong, they can only defeat the strong and challenge the strong.

If the shit luck wins, it is a sparrow that becomes a phoenix, but most of the time it is bound to lose, and it doesn't matter, you can always get a little reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Zhong Xihou left for a few days, and before he could enter the inn, trouble came to the door again.

He gently patted the dust off his body, but the jump was too big, and the dust splashed dirty his clothes.

And what made this thunderous city lord of the night so out of shape were five or six young men with bows and crossbows, these children were no more than sixteen or seventeen, their appearance was mediocre, and the crossbows in their hands were the same as the bow, but the shape was unusual.

Zhong Xihou couldn't help but smile slightly, he really blamed Xiaoyu, and thought that Xiaoyu was so bored that he shot that person with a light crossbow.

The black-clothed young man with a bow took another arrow, aiming at the center of Zhongxihou's eyebrows, and another person beside him asked, "The Zhongcheng Lord knows a lot, but does he know what sect I am waiting for?"

Zhongxihou is helpless, there are always people who think that he knows a lot, whether it is the rivers and lakes, or the imperial court, he Zhongxihou belongs to the characters on the nine-story pagoda, but is it the case, so he must know more than others?

There are some things that he must understand, and just because he knows the whole world, does not mean that he will understand the whole world.

He is also a mortal, he is Zhongxi Hou, but he is not a book lock in the sky.

"Don't joke that you kids are from Huajiazhuang?"

Before Zhong Xihou said these words, the teenagers laughed out loud.

"I know that you people who think they are big will judge by a little bit of characteristics that a blind person can see, Huajiazhuang, their ancestor is indeed a powerful horn, but who said that his descendants are all good. ”

The black-clothed young man loosened his fingers, and sharp arrows flew off the string. Zhong Xihou did not dodge or dodge, he wanted to understand how this kid used arrows.

The arrow was three feet away from Zhongxihou, leaned over, and the arrow continued to fly backwards, nailed to the wall.

"Archery skills are not bad, but unfortunately after all, it is a few hairy children, adults have adult things to do, dolls don't delay to do big things alone!"

Zhong Xihou wanted to leave, but these children were not necessarily willing to let him go. In the next gap, arrows flew from the sky, and they came from the bows and crossbows of these six people. Zhong Xihou had to stand firm, pressed the dancing sword with his hand, inhaled, drew the sword and swung it, and made a move "Empty Ghost Flowless Slash".

The two sword qi that shot out instantly turned into two soaring dragons, and they swirled across each other, causing the rain of arrows in the sky to deviate from the course one after another.

Zhong Xihou left this place with the urging force under his feet, he also had this plan when he was fourteen years old, and when he was sixteen years old, he would find a famous swordsmith to create a sharp sword for him, and then fight the sword world to be happy and revenge, how happy. At the age of fifteen, he did get a famous sword in the world, but he couldn't walk the world with this sword.

Zhong Xihou quickly bypassed two streets, and he stopped, stopping at the place of the old man who was carrying the burden on the side of the road.

"Uncle, how do you sell this rice cake?"

"Two coppers. ”

"Here are twenty coppers. ”

"Okay. The old man began to pick rice cakes from the steamer, "I said that you Jianghu people are really strange, you get up early and go to bed late, and I don't know how many hours you sleep a day." ”

"How many hours does the old man sleep a day?"

"This man is old, he likes the dark time, and the spirit of the person in the dark night is very good. My old man still has to sleep for four hours during the day. ”

"For four hours, the old man's body must be strong and strong. ”

"Haha, who knows if you can wake up after sleeping this night, and if you can have a next meal after eating this meal. ”

Zhong Xihou thought that this old man was very interesting, he wanted to take out some silver to give this old man, think about it and give it up, an old man of this age, what is he doing with too much silver? Do you give it to him like this, are you helping him or scolding him?

Zhong Xihou took a bite of the rice cake, and he put the rest into his arms. He chewed the bite in his mouth very badly, just like a camel in the desert.

"Old man, I may ask you to close the stall now, if you don't close the stall now, I can't guarantee whether you will be able to come here tomorrow to set up a stall to sell such delicious rice cakes. ”

"Hey, you people are really hard to understand. I'll go, old man. ”

"Forget it, old man, you still sell your rice cakes here, I'll go. ”

Zhong Xihou jumped very high, he flew to the top of the building, holding his dancing sword in one hand and the pastry he had just bought in the other. He had to find a place with few people, when he was in the city that never sleeps, he was afraid of hurting his people, and now in Lincheng, it is in Jinling, these are not his people, but they are also a life.

Zhong Xihou jumped again and rose into the air, he turned in the air and swung his sword, his movements were coherent and simple, not gorgeous.

With a move "Remnant Flower Wind Sword Battle", the yin wind gusted, and more than a dozen arrows fell on the tile roof of the high-rise building, and those broken tiles fell down the arc.

"The yellow-haired junior is so ignorant. ”

The six teenagers came into his sight, their bows and crossbows in their hands, and their next movements were simple and incomprehensible. They all threw away their crossbows, and they fell off the roof and fell to the ground. A repeating crossbow also broke the arrow magazine, and Zhong Xihou wondered if these children really cherished what they had in their hands?

"Let the people of Huajiazhuang see it, and you will be in trouble. ”

"Just because we threw away what we had in our hands?"

It was still the black-clothed young man who pointed an arrow at Zhongxihou, and the young man took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, a bright yellow talisman paper.

"What if there was something better than a bow and a sword?"

"This thing ······" Zhong Xihou's words choked in his throat, he had seen this thing, he didn't dare to be sure if it was the thing he had seen. "Where did you steal it?"

"Steal, why is it so ugly, but someone gave us dozens of copies of this, and asked us to find someone to try whether this thing works or not. ”

"I also heard that the middle city lord broke this spell with a sword. ”

"I've heard of it, if I'm not mistaken, Lord Zhongcheng used that trick 'Empty without a Trace'. ”

When Zhong Xihou heard these flattering and mocking words, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The same trick is not good. ”

"The lord of the city also said that the same trick is not working. ”

Before these words came out, twelve flying blades flew over, and the tail was hooked with such a bright yellow rune paper, "Thunder Curse Ten Thousand Burials".

Zhong Xihou closed his eyes, he moved his steps, and slowly pressed the sword with his right hand. Zhong Xihou jumped with his left foot, and his right foot was vigorous, and the person jumped several feet, drew his sword, and slashed down in the air. "Empty Ghost Flowless Slash", it is obviously a sword, but it generally exudes two sword qi before, and this sword is like cutting the air as fish meat, dividing the muscles and bones. Feeling the wind blowing, the evil dragon formed by the two sword qi roared and pounced on the twelve flying knives.

When Zhongxi Hou used the "slash", the six teenagers retreated in unison, out of the sight of the overlord of the Western Lands.

Zhong Xihou frowned, he remembered, but it was too late.

Zhong Xihou was about to cross his arms to resist the impact, but he smelled the air flowing rapidly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up, it's been three years, see you for a long time.

The wind howled, and the phoenix wailed again, and a purple feather phoenix swept over the head of Zhongxi Hou, and rushed straight to the "Thunder Curse Ten Thousand Burials".

The explosion of a lifetime woke up Jinling City, which was not yet awake, in this barbaric way.

"Only ghosts can do this. ”

A young voice said this, looking for the sound, a purple-clothed young man holding a delicately crafted carved phoenix purple gold bow in his hand, limped towards Zhong Xihou. Seeing that the young man's right hand became a claw, he sucked it, and the feather arrow a hundred steps away flew over and was firmly grasped by him.

After carefully examining the purple arrow and making sure that it was not worn, he put it back in the arrow basket behind him.

One, two, three, four······

There are a total of thirteen arrows, thirteen arrows look at the tail alone, and the twelve tail feathers are the same style, one of which is bare and has no tail feathers. But those who have never seen it will not know that there are thirteen arrows, and the arrowhead of each arrow is different. There are purple, red, green, and blue arrowheads, and the shaft of each arrow is the same as the eye color of the arrowhead. And the blades of arrows have flat blades, cross blades, triangular blades, and barbed blades.

Zhongxi Hou is not good at shooting, so what is the name of the thirteen arrows behind the red boy, he really doesn't know. But looking at the young man's arrow, I can't help but admire, I have been a scholar for three years, and his skills are extraordinary.

I was also even more surprised, what kind of genius was it who made this spell?

Little junior brother, little junior brother, you were attacked by such crazy gadgets that day?

Not long ago, Yan Hude also asked himself what was good about cultivating immortals, and he also laughed and said that there was no use except for crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, and now if he could use a charm or his own blood to conjure up a phoenix that could fly and ride, then he didn't have to worry about whether he would break his hands and feet or die if he fell from this height.

"I haven't seen you for three years, is Master Hou old? ”

Another flying blade flew towards the place where he fell, and there was another loud bang, and those in the city who were not awake should be awakened by the continuous noise.

This is not an enemy attack, this is more terrible than the iron cavalry.

Like the roar of the dragon king, roaring out of the abyss, bursts of thunder.

Zhong Xihou was amused by the poisonous tongue of this purple-clothed bower, holding a famous sword in his hand, and stabbing out a sword, it was not the trick "cutting the air". But it is a move that uses qi as a blade and intersects with reality and reality, and its name is "Falling Flowers and Shy Forest".

Seeing this scene, the purple-clothed archer couldn't help but open his mouth wide, pretending to be surprised and applauding: "It's amazing, but I haven't seen it for three years, and Hou Ye has begun to steal other people's sword moves." ”

Zhong Xihou turned his head and glared fiercely at the red-clothed archer, put his sword into the sheath, and said contemptuously: "If you want to be dumb, you can let Xiao Huidong make a move." ”

"Haha, Xiao Huidong can't do it. ”

The words fell, and the purple-clothed bower's sharp arrows were wound again, and the real power gathered the arrows, and the bows were full of strings, which was actually the sound of breaking the sky.

The triangular hooked arrows with white bodies turned into white-feathered birds of prey, and once again perished with a thunder spell. The phoenix dissipated, and the flying arrow of the transformed white bird was unharmed, but it was unable to land. The purple-clothed archer no longer had a hippie smile this time, nor did he use the previous ability to suck back the detached arrow, but hung down his left arm holding the bow, but played with a dark green straight hook arrow in his right hand.

Zhong Xihou noticed the boy's abnormality and was determined to solve the problem quickly.

Sword qi emanated from the sword, so strong that it could be seen by the naked eye.

That sword qi is like the smoke of a farmer's house, and it is also like the wolf smoke of the beacon tower, and the sword qi wraps the sword and wraps Zhongxihou.

The purple-clothed archer reported a sword move: "Yo, the wind is dancing, the mirror of the moonlight!

The young assassins were naturally not stupid, but they could no longer be as calm as a mountain, and shot out all the remaining charms.

Seeing this scene, the purple-clothed archer did not care about the danger of fracture of his left hand, and then he sweated profusely and shot the eagle, full of bows and arrows, and at first glance saw the mountain goshawk with a scream and swept by.

Destroying four or five charms, the purple-clothed bowman had both arms down, but he still didn't change his cynical smile.

I saw that Zhong Xihou's sword qi was dispersed into one hundred and eight paths, wrapped in a charm, and there was a muffled sound.

The sound is like a firecracker thrown into the water, or a man who has not bathed for many years has a fart in the pool. Zhong Xihou swung his sword downward, and the sword qi slashed the bluestone slab, and the broken pieces were all over the sky, and the broken stone was the focus point, and the body shape had reached a height of ten zhang.

"If you want to take the lonely head, there are many people in the world. Child, hate!"