Song of Adolescence

so quiet.

This was Lei Wujie's first thought after walking up the fifteenth floor.

The fifteenth floor is like a library of books. On both sides are two huge bookshelves with various ancient books on them. There is a sandalwood stove in the middle. A middle-aged man in a gray robe is sitting on a wooden chair. Shang read the book quietly, as if he hadn't noticed Lei Wujie's arrival.

Master? Lei Wujie was surprised. This person's demeanor, temperament and even appearance were so similar to the Lei Boom who was hidden in the courtyard of Leijiapu, but there was only one thing that was completely different. It was also at this place that Lei Wujie understood why Lei Yunhe, who was once famous all over the world, would commit himself to this ascending pavilion.

Because he only has one hand. His entire right arm was severed. At this moment, he is holding an ancient book in his left hand, but the sleeves of his right hand are empty. He didn't pay attention to Lei Wujie, he just turned the book page by page.

After Lei Wujie waited for a long time, he whispered, "Senior?"

"Oh? Just now I felt that the downstairs was very lively. Someone actually broke through to the fifteenth floor." Lei Yunhe suddenly recovered, raised his head and looked at Lei Wujie, his brows frowned slightly, "Huo Burning technique, Garou Luojing? Are you a disciple of the Thunder Gate?"

"Under Lei Wujie." Lei Wujie hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"Who is Lei Hong?" Lei Yunhe asked.

"It's the teacher." Lei Wujie nodded hurriedly.

Lei Yunhe closed the ancient book and placed it on the table: "Did Lei Hong send you to the Dengtian Pavilion? Does he know I am here?"

"Junior..." Lei Wujie thought for a long time, but still said something very offensive, "It's not for the senior."

Lei Yunhe was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't get angry. He sneered and said: "I understand, you came for that person. But how do I remember that Lei Hong once said that he will never see this person again in this life."

"The master said that he was seriously ill and only had a lifespan of about a year. One day after being drunk, the master said that he was not afraid of life and death, but that he still had one wish left. He wanted to see that person again. But he couldn't get out of thunder. Jiabao, I can only do this for my disciple." Lei Wujie said.

"Then you know you need to do one thing before you want to see that person." Lei Yunhe twisted the cigarette on the sandalwood stove in his hand, flicked it lightly, Lei Wujie ducked sideways, behind him His handrail was blown to pieces in an instant, "That is to beat me."

Lightning thunder! This is the strength of the person who once aspired to the leader of the Leimen Patriarch!

"Offended." Lei Wujie didn't fear at all, took a few steps forward and pushed out with one palm.

"Wufang Fist?" Lei Yunhe smiled suddenly, and with a light wave of his hand, the palm power that had the supreme power under him, disappeared without a trace, "Use Wufang fist in front of me, Do you know that you are doing something very ridiculous? Lei Men Wufang Fist, this is the martial arts I created!" Lei Yunhe lightly waved his left hand, and a wave of palm strength surged out, hitting Lei Wujie. Take three steps back. Lei Yunhe stepped over immediately, reaching out to grab Lei Wujie's throat.

Lei Wujie flashed around and threw another punch.

"Good come!" Although Lei Yunhe only has one hand, his figure is still agile, and as soon as he closes his hand, he has to grasp Lei Wujie's fist. But just when he was caught, Lei Wujie's fist disappeared.

"Huh?" Lei Yunhe frowned slightly.

"Here." A voice suddenly rang in his ears, Lei Yunhe turned his head abruptly, but saw Lei Wujie punching, opening and closing, clean and neat, it is exactly that almost everyone in the rivers and lakes knows a few tricks. Of-Big Arhat Boxing! But there is another mystery in the boxing technique that most people can't see, but Lei Yunhe was shocked.

Because of that, after throwing a big Arhat fist, immediately followed by an extremely clever fist, turning one fist into a thousand fists. This is Lei Wujie's real ultimate move, Fu Moquan.

"This is not Lei Men's martial arts!" Lei Yunhe yelled, and stretched out his left hand, the cigarette in the sandalwood turned into five strands and fell into his hand, and then with a strong wave, he punched Lei Wujie.

There was a loud noise.

Lei Wujie's sleeves were blown to shreds, and the fist in his hand was instantly defeated. The phantom of Garuda behind him was faltering and almost torn apart.

"Do you think that you can come to the fifteenth floor with the fire-scorching technique when you reach the Jialou Luojing? You look down on Xueyue City too much, too much Dentian Pavilion, and too little me." Lei Yunhe was cold. He said, "The fire-scorching technique, the non-fang fist, and the fist technique that I stole from nowhere, and any killer moves. I advise you to use it as soon as possible."

Lei Wujie smiled bitterly, and finally picked up the long package that had followed him all the way but never opened: "I do have one last way to choose. Although the master said, before meeting that person, don’t Open it. But there seems to be no choice now."

"Such a long gunpowder, is it a unicorn flaming tooth?" Lei Yunhe was taken aback, "Do you want to blow up the entire Dengtian Pavilion?"

Lei Wujie shook his head and slowly opened the package, finally revealing the contents inside.

It was actually a flaming red long sword with flame patterns all over it, and a dragon that breathed flames was carved on the head of the sword.

The people from Leijiabao in the dignified Jiangnan Pilitang took out a sword! In the early years, the ancestors of the Leimen had sacrificed to the ritual of sealing and hanging swords. The people of Leimen were not allowed to use swords or knives, and they focused on the practice of gunpowder, boxing, and fingering. For so many years, there was only one exception. This person had seen a sword when he walked out of Leimen and was attracted by the sword, so he boldly violated the ancestral motto and created a sword of his own. But at the time, no one in Leimen dared to say a word, not only because this sword was originally forged with gunpowder, it often carried thunder and blasts when swinging the sword, and it did not violate the ancestral way under careful investigation, but also because of this handle. The sword is too strong. At that time, Lei Hong held this sword and swept across the entire martial arts forest, almost seeking the position of the sword fairy!

This sword has a terrible name.

"Terror Sword." Lei Yunhe slowly said the name of this sword, as if calling the name of an old person.

"Yes, the Killing Sword." Lei Wujie said loudly. With a sword swung out, the two rows of bookshelves were blown to pieces in an instant, and the phantom of Garuda that was crumbling behind him skyrocketed in an instant.

Your people all saw a red light shining from the pavilion at this time!

"Red clothes, red sword, okay! It's a great young man!" Lei Yunhe shouted loudly, stepping forward, stretching out his two fingers, and actually caught the killing sword.

"I used to single-finger broken Cangshan! I used to double-finger to break the universe!"

"Thunder Finger!" Lei Wujie yelled out the **** that had been famous all over the world.

The few people who stood by and looked up at each other glanced at each other.

"Have you seen and heard?" Xiao Se frowned and turned to ask Sikong Qianluo.

Sagong Qianluo gave a cold snort, turned his head and ignored him.

However, the scholar cleared his throat, relieved his embarrassment, and nodded: "Brother Xiao, you didn't hear it wrong, but there was an explosion on the fifteenth floor, and there was indeed a red light coming out."

"That person is on the fifteenth floor? Could it be that Brother Tang has already lost? How is this possible!" Sikong Qianluo frowned.

"Why? Lost Miss Sikong's person if she lost? If it wasn't for Miss Sikong to run outside the city to have fun, it would be my turn to guard the Dengtian Pavilion." Suddenly a calm voice came, and everyone turned their heads. Seeing Tang Lian dressed in black sitting on the eaves next to her, she was looking up at the top.

"Tang Lian." Xiao Se said slowly.

"Desperate." Tang Lian lowered her head, looking at this old man who had lived and died together.

"Have you seen?" Sikong Qianluo's eyes widened, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I told you a long time ago that meeting Tang Lian on the fourteenth floor is not a bad thing for us." Xiao Se shrugged.

Sikong Qianluo thought for a while and said angrily: "I understand. Brother, you let the water!"

Tang Lian nodded calmly: "Yes, I released the water. But I regret it now."

"Regret?" Xiao Se leaped up and stood beside Tang Lian, "Why?"

Tang Lian moved forward and upward, with a little worry in her eyes: "I'm wondering if I did something wrong. If I fight **** the fourteenth floor, Lei Wujie will not just lose, but now, he It may die."

"You are right. Everyone thinks that the elder Shouge is the weakest among the elders of Xueyue City, but in fact, if he really puts his effort into a battle, it will attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, I am afraid that the entire Ascending Pavilion will have to Destroyed by him." Another familiar voice sounded in his ears, Xiao Se turned his head and found that like Tang Lian, a man in a black robe was standing there with a dark golden spear.

"The gun fairy Sikong Changfeng." Xiao Se was actually taken aback.

"Sikong Changfeng is Sikong Changfeng, don't be immortal or immortal." Sikong Changfeng looked impatient, "Don't show such a surprised expression. When you are old, you can't join in the fun and watch the show. Up?"

"Father?" Sikongqian called out with some doubts from below.

"Good girl, didn't you guard the pavilion today? Why, where did you go to play?" Sikong Changfeng smiled, but didn't really mean to blame.

Sikong Qianluo blushed: "I didn't know anyone could get to such a high place."

"There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, don't you think, the little Taoist from Qingcheng Mountain?" Sikong Changfeng smiled and looked at the pair of sneaky scholars and book boys who were about to leave.

The scholar who had slipped halfway turned around awkwardly, his smile on his face: "Junior Qingcheng Mountain Li Fansong has seen the Three City Lords."

The book boy also hurriedly said: "Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan has seen the three city masters."

"I've all been here, what else are you hiding? I can eat you. I know that you are not here for me. I watch my play, and you are looking for your people. The two are the same." Sikong Chang Feng Leng He snorted, "The person you want to meet has actually already arrived. It depends on whether the person above can pass the Leiyunhe level."