At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were standing in front of the Dengtian Pavilion.

Zi Shu took off his sword case and handed it to Xiao Ruolin steadily. Lin Mengyao clenched her fist and cheered for Xiao Ruolin.

"Pavilion Master, it's time to make the Soul-Bounding Pavilion proud. You must knock that sword fairy down!" Zi Shu shouted while tearing his neck.

His action immediately displeased the natives of Xueyue City.

"How arrogant! How dare you say you can defeat the Sword Immortal of Xueyue City."

"Defeat the Sword Immortal? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror!"

"Haha! Do you really think there is no one in our Xueyue City?"

"I really don't know where this country bumpkin came from, and he actually said such a funny joke!"

"I want to see how he defeats the Sword Immortal!"

Everyone was talking about it, and they all thought that this group of outsiders didn't know how high the sky was, otherwise how could they say such absurd things.

Hearing those discussions, Zishu snorted coldly, picked up a table, took out a brush and rice paper.

He slapped the table and shouted in a deep voice: "If you don't agree, come and open the market! I bet my son can reach the top of the sixteenth floor!"

Zishu's behavior immediately angered the people around him, and everyone took out the silver coins that were easy to carry and rushed forward.

"Ha! I bet that kid can't reach the second floor, and I bet a thousand taels!" Someone started betting directly.

"That brat looks less than fifteen years old, his hair hasn't even grown out yet, I bet eight hundred taels!" someone shouted immediately.

"Haha! I bet five hundred taels, betting that he will be knocked down on the first floor!"

...

In a short moment, the lowest bet of the people present reached five hundred taels of silver.

Looking at the stacks of white silver dollars on the table, the boss with a big grin made a gesture to Lin Mengyao and shouted: "Master Lin! Keep accounts!"

Lin Mengyao immediately reacted and hurriedly took out the account book to record.

All this money will become the expenses of the Soul Binding Pavilion.

Xiao Ruolin looked at this scene helplessly, then stepped onto the steps and walked towards the Ascension Tower.

On the first floor of the Ascension Tower, a young disciple was dozing off.

As a disciple guarding the first floor, there are at least a dozen people who break into the pavilion every day.

Although they were all knocked down by him in the end, he couldn't stand the large number of people, and his back and waist ached after guarding for a day.

He raised his eyelids slightly and saw a man with white hair coming to the door, and he immediately became energetic.

"Miss, are you going to break into the pavilion?" He asked enthusiastically, with a friendly and kind attitude.

Looking at the other party, he felt like he was in love for the first time...

Seemingly used to it, Xiao Ruolin was too lazy to explain to the other party and said directly: "Well! Please let me go up."

"Male?" The young disciple was disappointed and looked at the stunning face.

He covered his chest with a bit of grief, and pointed to the sky with his other hand: "It's getting late, come back tomorrow if you want to break into the pavilion."

Xiao Ruolin smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's just a matter of a moment."

The young disciple stood up impatiently and rubbed his palms: "I saw that you are beautiful and I couldn't bear to do it to you, but since you are a man, you just made me fall from heaven to hell. You are asking for trouble, so don't blame me for pulling your hand and urging you to fuck!"

Although it was a matter of a moment, facing that face and the soft white hair, the young disciple still had some doubts.

Even if it was a man, it's not impossible...

No, no!

The young disciple shook his head and threw away those strange thoughts. He bit his lip and frowned: "Come on! Anyway, it's just a matter of a moment!"

After the voice fell, he took a deep breath and got ready.

Xiao Ruolin smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared instantly. The young disciple's eyes widened suddenly.

Bang! Pah!

With a punch and a palm, the young disciple fell directly to the ground, his nose bleeding, and half of his face swollen like a pig's head.

Xiao Ruolin moved his wrist and said calmly: "Now, can I go up?"

The young disciple had a swollen face and muttered incoherently: "Discussion...discussion..."

Xiao Ruolin nodded slightly and turned away, leaving the young disciple who was beaten and stunned, sitting on the ground in a daze.

Xiao Ruolin had just stepped onto the second floor, and there was a commotion outside the Ascension Pavilion.

"Is it the second floor now?"

"From entering to the second floor, it takes less than half an incense stick of time?"

"Fuck! My one thousand taels are gone?"

As the Ascension Pavilion just started, someone beat his chest and stamped his feet and cried for his parents.

The second floor of the Ascension Pavilion

A woman stood with her hands behind her back, looking calmly at the stairs. She was wearing purple clothes and had a long sword on her back.

Xiao Ruolin walked slowly.

He came up and his eyes stopped on her.

The woman had a beautiful face, willow-shaped eyebrows, and although she was a woman, she was full of heroism and her eyes were bright.

The woman's expression was very serious, but the moment she saw Xiao Ruolin, her expression froze and she showed a hint of surprise.

Xiao Ruolin smiled slightly and whispered: "Should we fight directly, or..."

Before the voice fell, the woman suddenly rushed out, at a very fast speed, like a residual shadow passing by.

At the same time, she drew her sword and stabbed it, and the sharp cold light cut through the air and attacked Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin's eyes were bright, and his body dodged to the side quickly.

As expected of a disciple of Xueyue City, any disciple has a good strength.

I'm afraid that this second-level disciple is as strong as 50% of the members of his Soul Binding Pavilion.

Xiao Ruolin slowly extended a palm forward, and the palm wind whistled, with amazing power.

A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the female disciple, and she drew back her long sword to block the attack in front of her chest.

The female disciple pulled away, put away her long sword, and bowed to Xiao Ruolin: "You are not as skilled as others, please go up."

Xiao Ruolin had a good impression of such a martial arts disciple, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you admit defeat so quickly before the formal fight?"

The female disciple smiled bitterly: "Is the sword of the young man in the sword box behind you? As a swordsman, the momentum has been overwhelming before the sword is drawn. The result is obvious. I still don't want to humiliate myself."

Xiao Ruolin bowed and shouted: "Thank you!"

Such talents really want to be dug into the Soul Binding Pavilion.

The female disciple smiled faintly: "Thank you!"

The two swordsmen looked at each other, raised their mouths at the same time, and showed a smile of appreciation.

After passing the second floor, Xiao Ruolin defeated the enemy with one move from the third to the eleventh floor, and he went straight to the eleventh floor of the Ascension Pavilion without any obstacles.

Such an amazing speed of climbing the pavilion naturally shocked the people watching outside the Dengtian Pavilion.

At this moment, Dengtian Pavilion was full of people, just because the lanterns on the building sign of Dengtian Pavilion had been lit up to the eleventh floor.

When the lanterns on the twelfth floor were lit, there was an uproar outside the Dengtian Pavilion.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the lighted building sign.

"The twelfth floor! That young man has already climbed to the twelfth floor. Could he make history?" Someone was very excited.

"Which family's disciple is this who went out to train?"

The crowd was talking about it. Not only ordinary people gathered around, but also many worldly heroes who came to visit Xueyue City.

As for Zishu, he was naturally so busy collecting money that his hands cramped and his mouth was grinning to the roots of his teeth.

"Who is the guard on the thirteenth floor today?" someone asked.

"Of course it's my eldest lady from Xueyue City!"

...

The thirteenth floor of Dengtian Pavilion.

As soon as Xiao Ruolin climbed to the thirteenth floor, he felt a stern gun intent.

Looking up, there was a woman in yellow sitting in front of the coffee table in the pavilion.

The woman had a beautiful face, skin as white as ice, eyes as clear as autumn water, thin lips slightly pursed, revealing a bit of indifference.

She sat with a gun in her hand, and her amber eyes were of different colors.

Heterogeneous eyes with two different colors!

Miss Sikong Qianluo of Xueyue City!