Become a legend in Hong Kong

Shocked to hear that Nie Feng was casting a spell on himself, Liao Wenjie felt as disgusted as if he had heard "Fellow Taoist, please stay." He raised his hand and touched the mask. He was hit with a negative buff just after he came out of the mountain. The world is really unpredictable.

He knows that as long as the big and small bosses are hit by this trick, no matter how powerful they are when they appear, no one can beat them after that.

Fortunately, he has a strong foundation, which is a dimensionality reduction attack for this world. Even if there are negative buffs, he can hit ten at a time.

Below, the soldiers of Wushuang City were cursing and saying that Liao Wenjie was lucky today. If he dared to come down, he would be beaten into a pig's head.

As a young city leader, Dugu Ming couldn't sit still. He jumped up, opened several afterimages, and moved at high speed on the rocky cliffs.

Picture of a wind-whipped dragon. Wherever the strong wind passes, weeds fly and rocks crumble.

"Yes, you are the worst among the four people below."

Liao Wenjie made a comment, spread his fingers, turned his palms and slowly pressed them down.

In the eyes of others, this palm is unremarkable, just a casual wave, with no special sound and light effects, no great power, and no airs of martial arts moves.

Whoever gets beaten knows it clearly.

Others didn't know the mystery of this palm. When Dugu Ming was under the palm, he felt the thunder in his ears. As far as he could see, red flames were blazing in the nine heavens and ten earths. The fire turned into a unicorn beast that looked like a substance and rushed down on his face.

The claws tear into the wind and roar, and the divine power is like the sea, dominating the world.

Ah, I'm dead!

As the world was spinning, Dugu Ming's mind went blank. When he came to his senses, he found that he had landed on his butt on the gravel ground.

"..."

Dugu Ming touched it up and down, recalling the boundless power of the previous palm. Although there was no serious injury on his body, his young heart was filled with inexplicable grief and anger, and his psychological shadow was as big as three rooms and two halls.

He doesn't understand.

The senior was standing on the tree peacefully, not disturbing anyone, so why would he bother to disturb others' peace?

Also, first it was Shi Wuzun, and then Nie Feng. This was the third time he had been beaten today.

If anyone can torture him, is this the unparalleled young city lord in the world?

After three setbacks in one day, Dugu Ming matured a lot in an instant. He realized that there is heaven and earth, and there are people outside the world. He led a group of younger brothers and galloped on horseback to celebrate his old father's birthday.

It doesn't matter if you didn't get the Fire Monkey or the Clay Bodhisattva, just catch an old man with sharp eyes on the roadside.

Sometimes, it doesn't matter if it's true or false, what's important is conveying your feelings.

He didn't find the real Clay Bodhisattva, so he found a fake one to pretend to be. When his father saw this scene, he would definitely be moved by his filial piety.

After everyone in Wushuang City left, Liao Wenjie floated up and slowly landed on the ground as light as nothing.

After going through many vicissitudes of life, his body was like catkins, and was blown a few meters away by a gust of wind before landing.

It's a bit funny, but in the eyes of Shi Wuzun and the others, this is clearly proof of the extremely high level of martial arts and the strange and unpredictable light skills.

Not everyone can easily blend into nature, walk with the wind, and be invisible.

"Amitabha!"

Shiwu Zun was sweating on his forehead, clasping his hands together and saying, "Donor, a scholar of heaven and earth, is a person like you also here for the Fire Monkey?"

"No, what I want is the Clay Bodhisattva, not the Fire Monkey."

Liao Wenjie shook his head slightly, thought of something, and added: "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Emperor Shitian, a late scholar of Kunlun. I currently live in the Lingyun Grottoes of the Leshan Giant Buddha."

What an arrogant name!

The three of them were all stunned. Lord Shiwu called out the Buddha's name in a low voice: "If you want to find the Clay Bodhisattva, you must first find the Fire Monkey. After all, don't the donors still come here for the Fire Monkey?"

"No."

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and pointed at the old woodcutter who was still watching the show: "You like to put the cart before the horse, but I don't. The Clay Bodhisattva is right in front of me, so why do I need the Fire Monkey?"

"!"

When the three heard this, they looked at the old woodcutter carrying the load in surprise. The latter smiled sadly and protected his granddaughter behind him.

Thinking about it carefully, the old woodcutter faced the fight between Wushuang City and Tianxiahui without any panic in his expression. Whether he was a Clay Bodhisattva or not, he was not an ordinary person.

Shiwu Zun looked at the Clay Bodhisattva with pity. The place of right and wrong will not stay for a long time. He picked up the bronze tripod containing the fire monkey, recited the scriptures, and left quickly.

Nie Feng and Qin Shuang stared at each other. They made a calculation in their minds and rushed forward. Nine times out of ten, they would kneel down. However, Xiongba was determined to win the Ni Bodhisattva. If they failed to complete the task, they would inevitably be punished when they returned... …

Brother Shuang, what do you think?

Just look and don't talk.

The brothers had a perfect tacit understanding, looked at each other, and decided to give up the mission at the same time. Even if Liao Wenjie walked by, they would just pretend that nothing happened.

The moment he passed by, Nie Feng shuddered and finally figured out why Liao Wenjie gave him an indescribable weird feeling.

The problem is not the mysterious appearance, but the long knife across his waist.

Although the blade was not unsheathed, there was still a hint of cold air. It was clearly the ancestral sword of his Nie family - Xueyin.

"Senior, I have the guts to ask you something, junior."

Under Qin Shuang's speechless gaze, Nie Feng stepped in front of Liao Wenjie and cupped his hands: "Senior, if I may ask, the magic weapon on your waist is the world-famous Snow Drinking Sword."

"Yes."

Liao Wenjie readily admitted that he was finally noticed by Nie Feng when he displayed the Snow Drinking Knife 360 ​​degrees in all directions.

"Senior, to be honest, the Snow Drinking Sword is a treasured sword passed down from generation to generation in the Nie Feng family..."

Speaking of this, Nie Feng looked at the white mask on Liao Wenjie's face eagerly: "Xue Yin Dao and my father, Nie Renwang, disappeared together in Lingyun Cave. Since the senior has found Xue Yin Dao, can he see my father?"

"I saw that not only your father, King Nie, but also your ancestor Nie Ying, are all piles of withered bones."

Liao Wenjie said: "I saw that no one was taking care of the funeral affairs, so I collected their remains and buried them. This snow-drinking knife is considered the income from labor."

Nie Feng was struck by lightning, his face became even paler, his lips were trembling, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

When talking about Nie Feng and his son, we have to talk about Nie Feng's mother Yan Ying. This woman really made the father and son miserable.

Yan Ying is known as the "most beautiful woman in the martial arts world". She is charming and unparalleled in beauty. She has been at the top of the list for many years and has attracted countless heroes to bow down.

King Nie Ren is one of them.

At that time, the King of Nie was famous in the martial arts world with the name of "Beiyin Kuangdao". He was as famous as Duan Shuai, the "Nanlin Sword Leader". He was the master whose reputation spread throughout the world after Wuming and Sword Master.

Yan Ying has a peerless appearance, but she is unwilling to be mediocre in her heart. She fell in love with Beiyin Kuangdao, married King Nie Ren, and gave birth to a son, Nie Feng.

Who would have thought that King Nie was tired of fighting in the rivers and lakes, so he took his wife and children to live in seclusion and went to the countryside to farm.

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There is no glory, no wealth, no great power, only a simple diet, and he is King Nie who does not seek to make progress.

Yan Ying was frowning all day long, until Xiong Ba appeared, and her heart that was ready to beat became active again.

Half reluctant and half reluctant, Yan Ying ignored her only son Nie Feng, and was carried away by Xiong Ba's slender belt, leaving the astonishingly green King Nie standing there doubting his life.

King Nie Ren didn't know at the time that Yan Ying was willing to leave with Xiong Ba, thinking that she had no choice but to become Xiong Ba's hostage in order to protect Nie Feng.

King Nie Ren picked up Xue Yin Dao again, held his breath in his heart, practiced his sword skills hard, regained the domineering spirit of Bei Yin Kuang Dao, and fought Xiong Ba again in front of Lingyun Cave.

Yan Ying: "How long has it been since you saw me smile? Xiongba gave me the joy of being a woman."

"Brother Nie Xian, don't panic. My siblings and I are just having fun. I worked hard just to stimulate your fighting spirit so that we can have a battle between real men."

Xiong Ba: "Don't worry, although my sister-in-law loves me deeply, I think of my brotherhood, so I only put her in my eyes, never in my heart, and I just deal with her casually every night."

King Nie: "..."

King Nie Ren said nothing and tightened the Snow Drinking Knife in his hand.

Yan Ying's mentality collapsed on the spot and she couldn't bear the humiliation. She faced her husband and son without words and jumped into the river to die.

What happened next will not be described in detail here. As for Yan Ying's character, King Nie forgave her, and the people who eat melons will not comment.

Closer to home, Nie Feng, who was still a child, was always present during the battle between King Nie and Xiong Ba at the Leshan Giant Buddha, including when Yan Ying jumped into the river.

Because King Nie Ren lived in seclusion, Xueyin Knife was hidden in a place that only he knew. Nie Feng didn't see the family heirloom sword many times, so he didn't recognize it at first sight.

"There are rumors in the world that the Clay Bodhisattva has left out everything. Kunlun's late-school alchemist would like to ask for advice. Please don't refuse."

Liao Wenjie stood in front of the Clay Bodhisattva. The latter protected his granddaughter and said with a sad smile: "Your martial arts skills are amazing. You ask for advice, how dare I refuse."

"What I said is true. I learn martial arts to strengthen my body so that others can sit down and reason with me calmly."

Liao Wenjie nodded: "Since Clay Bodhisattva has no objection, let's talk while walking. I live in Lingyun Cave. If you don't mind it, it would be good for us to be neighbors."

Ni Bodhisattva kept smiling bitterly. Although Liao Wenjie was polite, he really had no bargaining power.

After sighing, he said: "Your Excellency asked me about divination, why don't you take me as a warning? If you reveal too many secrets, you will be punished by God. Be careful, be careful!"

"Emperor Shakten has never been weaker than anyone else in his life. He firmly believes that my fate is determined by me and not by God. If God punishes me, what does it have to do with me?"

"..."

The Clay Bodhisattva was speechless, so he had no choice but to take his granddaughter to follow Liao Wenjie. As for the Fire Monkey, who could relieve his pain, his posture was the same, so he couldn't bear to humiliate himself.

"Senior, wait a moment!!"

After walking a hundred paces, Nie Feng came on the wind, using his Fengshen legs to leave several afterimages, and stepped in front of Liao Wenjie.

"What's the matter?"

"Well……"

Nie Feng scratched his head: "Junior is bold and wants to get back my father's belongings, so I ask senior to make it easier. Senior, don't worry, Nie Feng is not an ungrateful person. As long as senior gives me the Snow Drinking Knife, no matter what the harsh requirements are, Nie Feng will do it." Will not refuse."

"Young man, don't talk too much!"

Liao Wenjie sneered: "Your martial arts skills are mediocre. Except for the Fengshen Legs, which are somewhat interesting, the rest cannot catch my eye. I want the secret book of the Fengshen Legs Heart Technique, will you give it to me too?"

"Ah this..."

Nie Feng was dumbfounded and said bravely: "The Fengshen Leg is passed down from my master. Without his permission, Nie Feng dare not tell the senior. Please...please ask the senior to change it."

"No, don't block the road."

Liao Wenjie waved his hand to tell Nie Feng to stay out of the way. The latter scratched his head and head anxiously and quickly returned to Qin Shuang, asking his senior brother to tell Xiong Ba that he would take a few days off and could not return to Tianxiahui immediately.

Nie Fengsheng's father's relics were in front of him, so Qin Shuang didn't know what to say. He told his junior brother to be careful along the way and that he would be revived when he returned to the world alone.

Although he did not bring back the Fire Monkey and Clay Bodhisattva, Qin Shuang heard clearly that Liao Wenjie lived in Lingyun Cave.

He was no match for such a master, so he could only let Xiong Ba make his decision.

…

Unparalleled city.

The best city in the world has countless masters and is unparalleled in the world.

During this period of time, Xiongba has transformed into a dragon, and destiny has given him the blessing. The world will be the largest gang in the world. Only Wushuang City remains standing, just as fast as a snake in the throat orders Xiongba to be eliminated.

The lord of Wushuang City, Dugu Yifang, is highly skilled in martial arts and has a powerful reputation in the world. Even if he is a little weaker, he is still weak.

As a sixty-year-old fox, when Dugu Fang received Xiong Ba's invitation to form an alliance, the first thing he thought of was that Xiong Ba, his grandson, wanted to plot against him.

The Dugu side took advantage of the situation and readily agreed to the alliance's request. Seeing that the time for the alliance between the two parties was getting closer and closer, and there was no news in the world, the Dugu side couldn't help but waver, maybe Xiongba's request for alliance was true.

Rather than merging with Tianxiahui and Wushuang City, it is better to stop for the time being and work together to eliminate other forces. After Tianxia is cleared, the two sides will show off again.

It happened to be Dugu Yifang's birthday at this time, and all the sects in Wushuang City gathered together, scrambling to flatter Dugu Fang, fearing that they would not be able to keep up with the hot ones.

Although Dugu Yifang had been in a high position for a long time and was used to hearing flattering words, he could not withstand the continuous attack of the surging river and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

If you are so good at talking, why don’t you say more!

There are reports from subordinates, big and small sects, all those who can make it there have sent congratulatory messages and gifts. Only the world will be ignorant and pretend to know nothing.

Dugu Yifang smiled when he heard this. The secret channel Xiongba's pattern was average, far worse than him.

However, the Tianxiahui didn't respond, and Dugu Fangfang felt relieved. If the Tianxiahui really came to celebrate his birthday with great fanfare, he would have to consider whether there was any conspiracy or conspiracy in it.

"If you don't have it, just don't have it, lest you see a big clock and lose your good mood."

Dugu Fang enjoys his leisure time, listening to the flattery of many sects, and feels that whatever the people want, the world can get it. Coupled with a few cups of horse urine, I immediately became dizzy and a little confused.

The whole city celebrated together, and the banquet was held for three days.

That night, the weather was not good, and the misty drizzle fell, suppressing the joy of playing, playing, and singing, but it could not suppress the joy of the whole city, old and young. The smell of wine was high, and the laughter was endless.

But soon, people who were pushing cups and changing lamps fell down clutching their stomachs, and corpses were scattered all over the field like wheat.

A stern-looking young man appeared in front of the city lord's palace. He was wearing a cloak and slightly curly long hair. He was none other than Bu Jingyun, the master of Feiyun Hall of Tianxiahui - the 'God of Death'.

It is said that this guy has never shed a tear since he was born in the womb. Whether it is true or not needs to be verified. After all, there are pictures and the truth, and the emojis will not be fake.

In the distance, Dugu Ming was on his way on horseback. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was beaten to the point where he couldn't even recognize Dugu Ming.

Unluckily enough, he saw an old man with sharp eyes on the roadside. Thinking that pretending to be a clay Buddha would be foolproof, he raised his hand to grab it, and then...

It became like this.

There are only 4,000 words today. Go to bed early and get up early. Three chapters tomorrow.