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

The battle was over, and the battle was over.

Just when everyone was discussing the soaring sword intent, a discordant voice came from the crowd: "Just break into the pavilion, why destroy my Dengtian Pavilion? Don't you know how much silver it will cost to repair it?"

"Oh, my little heart can't stand it." A middle-aged man in black clothes with a somewhat elegant and scholarly air covered his chest with a look of heartache.

"You old guy, it's an honor for us to watch this battle, but it's just some dead things, why do you have to nag about it?" A Jianghu shrimp next to him couldn't help but scolded.

"What do you know, young man!" The middle-aged man in black glared at the little shrimp who was speaking: "I arranged all these by myself, and I spent countless efforts on them. You don't know the daily necessities of life if you don't manage the household. I can tell from the looks of it that you are a prodigal son."

"You!" Jianghu Xiami was speechless for a moment.

He looked down at the luxurious clothes and gorgeous sword on his body, and for a moment he was unable to refute.

The middle-aged man in black shook his head and sighed: "They are all useless things, they look good but are not useful."

Facing the mocking expressions of the people around him, Jianghu Xiami's face turned red, and he was immediately angry: "You old guy! I..."

"Okay, both of you stop arguing." At this time, Huang Quan, who was sitting in the commentary seat, persuaded them: "Everyone is here to watch the young man who broke through the pavilion. Why bother to embarrass each other? Please be quiet and listen to our analysis of the battle situation. Judging from the current situation, the young man who broke through the pavilion will probably reach the sixteenth floor soon and see the legendary sword fairy. Don't be impatient, so as not to make a fool of yourself and let everyone laugh at you!"

Jianghu Xiami glared at the middle-aged man in black and snorted: "For the sake of Senior Sword Ghost, I won't argue with you, a pedantic scholar. How can a stinky scholar understand the world of martial arts and swordsmanship?"

"Tsk! I don't even bother to argue with you." The middle-aged man in black sneered.

All the heroes were displeased by the attitude of the middle-aged man in black. The big boss has spoken to you to give you a way out, but you still keep chattering and annoying.

It's really hateful!

Huang Quan also had a trace of displeasure between his eyebrows. He looked up in the direction where the middle-aged man in black spoke, and when he saw the face of the middle-aged man in black, his eyes suddenly widened.

He recognized this man. Although he didn't show up often, his reputation had long been resounding throughout the world.

The world's number one gun user, the gun fairy Sikong Changfeng!

With this person present, how could they have the turn to comment on the young man who broke into the pavilion.

Huang Quan hurriedly stood up, but was stopped by Sikong Changfeng's action.

Sikong Changfeng put his index finger on his lips and pouted slightly.

Hush!

Huang Quan sat down in a daze, feeling deeply, and suddenly knew why they could not be crowned with the title of sword fairy by the world.

The great hermits hide in the city. When they have an almost demonic obsession with the title of Sword Immortal, perhaps they have already gone far away.

Sword Immortals never need to use swords to prove that they are Sword Immortals.

The fifteenth floor of the Ascension Pavilion.

When the smoke dissipated, Lei Yunhe half-knelt on the ground in embarrassment, his right arm was bleeding, and his entire shoulder was wet, which was shocking.

"Ahem... the young generation... actually produced such a monster..." Lei Yunhe spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was depressed.

Xiao Ruolin hooked his fingers slightly, and Chengying returned to the sword box with a whoosh. He glanced at Lei Yunhe indifferently, left a word, turned around and left, and stepped onto the sixteenth floor.

After hearing that sentence, Lei Yunhe's eyes flickered, and he murmured: "The sharpness of the sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold..."

In fact, there is no sixteenth floor in the Ascension Pavilion. The fifteenth floor is the top of the Ascension Pavilion, and the next floor is the top of the pavilion.

Xiao Ruolin jumped to the top of the pavilion and said loudly: "Xiao Ruolin of the Juhun Pavilion, ask the sword of Xueyue City."

"Ask the sword of Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi!"

Here it comes! Finally here!

The rat stood up and looked at the top of the Dengtian Pavilion excitedly.

Lin Mengyao clenched her hands and prayed to the sky for Xiao Ruolin.

Juhun Pavilion?

Hearing these three words, everyone outside the Dengtian Pavilion was boiling and talking about it.

"A member of a broken killer organization that everyone hates dares to ask the sword of Xueyue City? What right does he have to ask the sword of the sword immortal senior?"

"I thought he was a master, but it turned out to be a killer. A rat living in the sewers and dark alleys, what qualifications does he have to ask the sword of Xueyue City?"

The crowd was full of curses and doubts. Whether it was a swordsman or other knights in the world, or a businessman, what they pursued was nothing more than a kind of glory and status.

How could a killer like Xiao Ruolin who hid in the dark and carried out assassinations deserve respect from others?

The young underworld shrimps were all indignant.

Filled with anger, they all shouted to vent their dissatisfaction.

Only those veterans who have been in the martial arts world remained silent.

Zishu looked at the group of young shrimps with disdain, and finally understood why the Pavilion Master asked them not to kill innocent people.

If they were also pure killers, like Anhe who had no bottom line to achieve their goals, they would be the existence that everyone would shout and kill in the future.

As expected of the Pavilion Master, he has such a far-sighted vision! Zishu admired him even more.

The busybody Baixiaotang disciple didn't care, holding a pen tightly in his hand, ready to record information and report back at any time.

"Quiet!" Huangquan stabbed a sword into the marble floor.

In an instant, the surrounding wind blew, and a burst of ghosts and gods howled.

In an instant, the surroundings were silent, and everyone shut up and cast awe-inspiring eyes at Huangquan.

Huang Quan slowly stood up and looked at the young man on the top of the Dengtian Pavilion with respect: "The fighting in the rivers and lakes is nothing but meaning, and the strong need to be respected!"

Every word was sonorous and powerful, and it landed with a sound!

Wuji smiled faintly and raised his hand: "Everyone, it is against one's will. At this moment, Wuji hopes that you can calm down and watch this upcoming peerless battle. If you still want to insult the boy after the war, you are welcome to do so. But now, Wuji hopes that you can calm down."

Those who made the loudest noises nodded quickly, because above their heads, a long sword with a faint light was hanging.

That was Wuji's sword intention!

At this time, the young generation found that except for those civilians who did not know martial arts, those old predecessors who were mixed in the rivers and lakes looked at them with a strange look.

Some frowned and showed dissatisfaction, some ate melon seeds and peeled peanuts to watch the show, and some drew their weapons openly and were ready to move.

Huang Quan retracted his sword, shook his head and smiled faintly.

That's right!

If you want to argue, wait until after the battle. They have to watch this epic battle that is about to happen.

Just as he sat down, Huang Quan felt a chill.

Then a Xueyue City disciple holding an account book hurried over, checked the broken marble slab and stood up.

"Destroy public property, the name of the item is a piece of marble produced by Xueyue City, the price is customized by the city lord..."

The law enforcement disciple took out an abacus, calculated casually, and then spread out his hands, frowning and said: "Five hundred taels!"

Five hundred taels for a piece of floor? Why don't you go and rob it?

Everyone around widened their eyes, just when they thought that Senior Sword Ghost would refute it a little.

But they saw Huang Quan honestly handed over the silver dollar and presented it respectfully with both hands.

"This is five hundred taels, please keep it! As a guest, I am ashamed to destroy the public property of Xueyue City!"

The senior didn't resist at all! Everyone was shocked!

Huang Quan was sweating profusely because a pair of eyes were fixed on his position and he couldn't ignore it.