I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 271 The Battle between Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie
On the other side, Lei Wujie caught up with Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo.

Lei Wujie threw a punch in the air, and the energy arrived before the fist arrived.

It was his signature martial art, the Thunder Gate Unparalleled Fist.

This punch caused Sikong Qianluo's gun to pause slightly. She stopped chasing, stood on the roof, and looked down at Lei Wujie.

"Okay, okay, today I will take care of both of you."

On the street next to him, a middle-aged man with a dignified face said to a scholar holding a scroll next to him, "Do you think Sikong Changfeng's daughter can beat Lei Mengsha's son?"

Holding the scroll, Xie Xuan glanced at Lei Wujie in the middle of the street, then at Sikong Qianluo on the roof, and smiled: "Who wins and who loses, we'll know after the fight, that little brother Lei is not weak."

"How about making a bet?"

"Brother Su, you are joking. We scholars never make bets."

"I have a scientific treatise written by the Emperor a few years ago. It is a secret family tradition of the royal family. My son got it because of his good relationship with the Seventh Prince. Brother Xie, do you want to reconsider it?"

As the two were talking, Sikong Qianluo, who was standing on the roof, raised the gun in his hand high and aimed at Lei Wujie who was standing below.

"Lei Wujie, I heard that you are the strongest of the younger generation of the Lei Clan. I have long wanted to compete with you, but never had the chance. Today I will see if you are qualified to be Second Grandmother's disciple and inherit her swordsmanship."

When talking about his master who wore an ugly mask and spoke in a cold voice, Lei Wujie actually had some complaints.

After ten days of apprenticeship, apart from giving him a Tingyu Sword, he was not taught any other skills. He just let him practice sword drawing every day.

It would be fine if it was just practicing sword drawing, after all, I heard that sword drawing is also a pretty powerful skill.

But the key point is that the Tingyu Sword cannot be pulled out.

On the contrary, the master, with the guidance of the senior from Hongchen Tower, practiced swordsmanship all day long and made great progress in martial arts.

Lei Wujie sighed silently, raised his head slightly and asked, "Senior Sister Qianluo, why did you hit my Junior Brother Xiao?"

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, Li Hanyi accepted Lei Wujie as his disciple, while Xiao Se only became Sikong Changfeng's disciple on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

According to the time of their initiation, there is nothing wrong with Lei Wujie calling Xiao Se "junior brother".

But Xiao Se didn't think so. He raised his foot and kicked Lei Wujie, who was standing next to him.

"Go away, try calling me junior brother again?"

Lei Wujie could only smile awkwardly, looking at Sikong Qianluo on the roof, and changed the topic: "Senior Sister Qianluo, why did you hit my brother Xiao?"

Xiao Se was still dissatisfied: "Brother Xiao is Brother Xiao, there is no need to add the word brother."

"I won't hit you, Brother Xiao." Sikong Qianluo suddenly smiled, then immediately stopped smiling, his eyes full of disdain: "I will hit you!"

Lei Wujie's clothes suddenly expanded, his red robe fluttered, his eyes became extremely hot, and a faint illusion of a golden-winged Roc appeared behind him.

"This is……"

"The Garuda realm of the Lei clan's fire burning technique. This little brother Lei has already learned the Garuda realm of the fire burning technique at such a young age. He is truly a young genius. I guess his father was not as strong as him back then." Xie Xuan said with a smile.

"Among the four heroes of the Lei Clan back then, only Lei Mengsha could be considered a hero. What a pity." Su Changhe, who is now a second-rank official of the Chu State, sighed and said with a smile: "How about it, do you want to make a bet?"

"I bet on Sikong Qianluo."

Su Changhe was stunned: "Didn't you say that the boy from the Lei family was very powerful? Why did you bet on Sikong Changfeng's daughter?"

"Brother Lei is good, but Miss Qianluo is stronger."

"Okay, then I'll take a loss and bet on the kid from the Lei family." Su Changhe showed a fox-like smile, turned his head to look at Lei Wujie in the field, and shouted: "Boy from the Lei family, come on, Sikong Changfeng's daughter is not simple, you kid, don't let me lose, otherwise I will make you pay."

Lei Wujie had no time to answer, and there was no need for Su Changhe to remind him. He understood the power of the spear, otherwise he would not have immediately activated the highest level of his fire burning technique.

Sikong Qianluo took a step forward and finally stopped talking nonsense. He threw the gun in his hand down with force.

The power of this shot was quite powerful, as if it had torn the entire sky apart. The gun body whistled like the chirping of hundreds of birds, and the five-golden gun body began to peel off, revealing the original appearance of the gun.

Silvery white like snow.

"This is..." Lei Wujie suddenly remembered that according to the legend, when the Spear Immortal was young, he held a silver-white spear.

It is said that when it is swung, it is like a dragon soaring into the sky or a silver snake dancing wildly.

The name of this gun is Silver Moon.

Cangshan Snow, Silver Moon Spear!
Facing the gunshot, Lei Wujie also took a step forward and threw a powerful punch. A fiery red aura formed a circle, wrapping him in it and blocking the spear outside the circle.

But the gun's power did not decrease at all, and it was spinning rapidly outside the circle, trying to break through the perfect circle.

The golden-winged Roc behind Lei Wujie had grown to its largest size and looked shaky. Beads of sweat the size of beans dropped from his body. Lei Wujie clenched his teeth and roared angrily.

"break!"

He swung his long sleeves and threw out three punches in succession at incredible speed. Each punch removed a layer of the spear's power. After three punches, the spear turned a circle as if it was about to fall to the ground.

At this time, Sikong Qianluo leaped down and grabbed the spear. He was slightly stunned: "Very good, but it seems that the Wufang Fist you just used is not your Leimen's Wufang Fist."

"The Fiery Sun Fist, passed down by Senior Chu." Lei Wujie replied.

As soon as the punch is thrown, it is like the sun in the sky!

In other words, his cultivation was one level lower than Sikong Qianluo's. If they were fighting at the same level, just one punch would be enough to knock the Silver Moon Spear away.

"You actually used the martial arts my master taught you to deal with his disciples. You are great, Lei Wujie." Sikong Qianluo said angrily.

At this moment, Chu Zhao, who was watching the show secretly, touched his chin and couldn't help but murmured.

"Do I look old?"

In the field, Lei Wujie smiled innocently and said, "Senior Sister Qianluo, you are too kind. I am just average."

In just a few words, Sikong Qianluo had already fired three shots with the Silver Moon Spear, while Lei Wujie had already thrown six punches.

Yue Qing, who was also standing not far away and watching the battle, looked at her apprentice Luo Mingxuan and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

Luo Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Senior Sister Qianluo seems to be more powerful, but Brother Lei hasn't drawn his sword yet, so the outcome is still unknown. I still bet on Brother Lei to win, after all, he has beaten me before."

That’s right, Lei Wujie defeated Luo Mingxuan.

Although Lei Wujie had not yet challenged Dengtian Pavilion, on New Year's Eve, the day when Yue Qing brought Luo Mingxuan to Yuelu to celebrate the New Year, Lei Wujie, Luo Mingxuan, and several brothers of the Chu family had a competition with each other, which was considered a kind of New Year's entertainment.

Lei Wujie didn't beat anyone except Luo Mingxuan.

Yue Qing smiled but said nothing.

Sometimes, she really felt that this gambling-loving apprentice should take Sister Yin Luoxia as his master.

Luo Mingxuan scratched his head: "Master, who are you betting on to win?"

Yue Qing turned around and walked towards Chu's house: "I bet on you to win."

"Me?" Luo Mingxuan was stunned. "I didn't fight with them, and I lost the sparring with Lei Wujie on New Year's Eve."

"I don't care. You are my disciple, so I will only bet on you to win. It doesn't matter if you lost before. As long as you are not dead, the bet is still there. I have not lost."

Listening to Yue Qing's willful tone of a young girl and looking at Yue Qing's departing back, Luo Mingxuan was stunned. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and chase after her.

"Master, wait for me."

On another rooftop, there was a person also watching the fight on the long street. It was Tang Lian, the eldest disciple of Xueyue City.

"Xiao Lian, who do you think will win?"

The sudden words startled Tang Lian. She turned to look at Sikong Changfeng who was floating beside her and said helplessly, "Third Master, can you please stop calling me Xiaolian?"

Sikong Changfeng looked at Tang Lian with a smile and nodded: "I will definitely do it next time."

I don't know how many times I've said this, but it's never been true.

Tang Lian was speechless. She looked back at the duel below and shook her head, saying, "It's hard to say who will win or lose, but if Lei Wujie doesn't use his sword, he will definitely lose."

"He is the disciple of the great Snow Moon Sword Immortal, how could he not use a sword?" Sikong Changfeng said slowly.

Tang Lian frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong with Lei Wujie.

Sikong Changfeng glanced at him and said with a smile: "What do you see?"

"I didn't notice anything, but I had a feeling that something was wrong with Lei Wujie." Tang Lian replied honestly.

Sikong Changfeng hummed: "He is cultivating his sword heart, and his internal energy is not flowing smoothly. He should have been hit by Qianluo's pupil technique invisibly."

On the long street below, after several duels, Lei Wujie was already sweating profusely, and his red clothes had been cut with many wounds. Xiao Se frowned, but said thankfully: "Fortunately, this clothes is just bought on the way here, it's not a pity if it's torn. Lei Wujie, if you can beat her, I will give you a Phoenix Fire one, exactly the same as the one you had before."

Lei Wujie was not much encouraged. Although he was reluctant to admit it, judging from the current situation, he had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

What's more crucial is that he actually felt that his internal energy was becoming less and less smooth, and he would definitely lose if he continued to fight.

Lei Wujie smiled bitterly: "Xiao Se, when did you become so generous?"

Xiao Se, who always remained calm in the face of adversity, had accumulated a lot of resentment in the past few days because of Sikong Qianluo: "If you can beat this woman down, I will give you eight hundred... no, eight thousand taels will be fine. In addition, I will ask my cousins ​​to teach you martial arts and give you a martial arts secret book."

Hearing this, Sikong Qianluo sneered: "Knock me down? Just wait for me, none of you can escape today."

After saying that, he raised his spear and swung it forward, forcing Lei Wujie to retreat three steps.

"I have a gun that is famous for turning the tide."

The sound of gunfire was whistling, and Lei Wujie retreated three more steps.

"There is another shot, the name is prairie fire spreads a hundred miles."

The spear's force continued and Lei Wujie retreated six steps.

"Another shot, called Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix."

The gun vibrated again, like the chirping of hundreds of birds. Sikong Qianluo's originally sharp eyes became illusory, but his attack became more and more fierce.

"Sikong Changfeng's daughter is pretty good. Her spear skills are not to be underestimated. I have to say, she is worthy of being the daughter of the spear fairy." Su Changhe, who was standing on the street watching the battle, exclaimed, "And her pupil skills seem to be even better than her father's spear skills. It even made me dazed. The Lei family kid is doomed to fail."

Xie Xuan hummed and said with a smile: "Are you admitting defeat?"

"If you lose, come home with me to get it."

Su Changhe pulled Xie Xuan and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, why do I have to go to your house to get it? Why don't you just bring it to me?"

"Today is the Lantern Festival, and our two families are considered one family. Shouldn't we have a meal together?"

Su Changhe's wife is Xin'er, and Xie Xuan's wife is Qing'er. They were both Yue Yao's maids, so naturally they have a perfect relationship.

Originally, the two families wanted to get married, but unfortunately neither family had a daughter, so they became godparents.

"You won't force me to drink?" Xie Xuan looked alert.

"I won't force you to drink, but I have something to ask of you."

Xie Xuan was stunned: "I knew your things weren't that easy to get."

Su Changhe and Xie Xuan left, and Su Muyu, who had been watching the fight secretly, hurriedly followed them.

The other spectators also dispersed, leaving only a group of young people and children still watching the excitement on both sides of the street.

The little ones clapped and shouted "good", while the young people commented on the fight between the two and talked about the shortcomings of their moves.

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo's martial arts skills are not weak, and they are considered to be the best among the younger generation, but in the family quarters of Yuelu in Chu State, they are actually just so-so.

After all, which child here doesn't have an elder in the free and easy world?

More importantly, they have been trained since childhood by a group of big guys including Gu Chen, Chen Ru, Xie Xuan, Su Muyu, Wen Hujiu and others.

It is undeniable that many of them are not as talented in martial arts as Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie, and cannot beat these two.

But in terms of vision and understanding of martial arts, any person of the same age would be better than Sikong Qianluo or Lei Wujie.

The battle on the long street continued, and Sikong Qianluo pressed forward step by step.

"Lei Wujie, you shouldn't be this good. Aren't you a disciple of the Sword Immortal? Where's your sword?"

The killing sword was left in the Chu residence, but everyone could see that Lei Wujie had another long sword slung around his waist.

Famous sword, listening to the rain.

It was the first sword obtained by Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi when he first entered the martial arts world.

Silver Moon Spear, Listening to the Rain Sword, and Thunder Blade.

Once upon a time, these three weapons were very famous in the world because they were held in the hands of three young men who later became famous all over the world.

The spear immortal Sikong Changfeng, the sword immortal Li Hanyi, and the wine immortal Baili Dongjun.

It can be said that the reputation of Xueyue City as the best city in the world is earned by these three weapons.

At this moment, the Tingyu Sword seemed to have sensed the call of its old friend. It made a long sound in the scabbard, and the sword body moved faintly, almost as if it was about to fly out of the scabbard.

Since Lei Wujie got it, he had never felt such a strong fluctuation from it. In addition, he had no way to retreat at this time, so he finally put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The next moment, the sound of the sword suddenly disappeared, but fortunately there was still a faint sound of thunder at the hilt of the sword.

Lei Wujie let out a long sigh of relief and finally stopped retreating. His pupils, which had been gradually dimming, began to burn again. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and shouted.

"Look at the sword!"

When Sikong Qianluo heard this, her pupils suddenly contracted and she thrust out with the spear in her hand with great force, because she could feel the faint sound of thunder at the hilt of the Tingyu Sword.

She didn't know how powerful this sword would be, all she could do was to attack with all her might.

Lei Wujie used all his strength to draw the sword, but still failed to pull out the Tingyu Sword.

Originally he was full of confidence, thinking that he would be able to pull out the sword this time. However, even though the sword and the scabbard were ready to move, they still had no intention of leaving each other.

This made Lei Wujie stunned, and he stared blankly at his empty palms.

The next moment, the spear arrived, Lei Wujie came back to his senses from his daze, and then suddenly jumped high.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow, and the Silver Moon Spear cut his shoulder, causing blood to flow.

Now it was Sikong Qianluo's turn to be stunned. He had already prepared himself to face Lei Wujie's strongest sword, but who would have thought that Lei Wujie could not even draw out the sword.

It was because she quickly retracted the gun that only a cut was made on Lei Wujie's shoulder, otherwise Lei Wujie's shoulder would have been pierced through.

Everyone present was also stunned.

on the roof.

Sikong Changfeng smiled slightly and said nothing.

Tang Lian frowned: "Lei Wujie, what are you doing?!"

Chu Zhao looked at Li Hanyi who was wearing a mask beside him with a strange expression: "Although you asked him to nurture his swordsmanship, there is no need to do this."

"This... I just wanted him to understand why he drew the sword first. I didn't expect him to fight with Qianluo." Li Hanyi was embarrassed and distressed. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask and her expression could not be seen.

Zhao Yuzhen beside her commented seriously, "I was careless, otherwise he wouldn't have been defeated so quickly, let alone injured."

He didn't use his full strength at the beginning, then he was careless and fell into Sikong Qianluo's pupil technique, and finally he committed a big taboo in battle, losing his focus in the battle, which was indeed carelessness.

Chu Zhao nodded in agreement and joked in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Oh my, you haven't even gotten married yet, and you've already called your younger brother."

Zhao Yuzhen smiled shamelessly and said, "Uncle Junior Master, it's only a matter of time."

After saying this, Li Hanyi glared at Zhao Yuzhen and rarely showed the attitude of a little girl: "I haven't agreed to marry you yet."

"Little fairy..."

Chu Zhao got goosebumps when she was called "little fairy". He quickly interrupted and said, "Speaking of which, Lei Wujie is injured. Do you feel bad for him as his sister?"

"It's OK as long as you're not dead. It's a good thing to suffer a little loss now."

Chu Zhao: "..."

It’s confirmed, she is my biological sister without a doubt.

"By the way, do you know why he left Leijiabao and went to Xueyue City this time?"

Li Hanyi frowned slightly: "I can guess a little bit."

After all, his younger brother is Lei Hong's apprentice.

"Since you know, you might as well recognize him. It's not a good idea to keep dragging it out." Chu Zhao said, stretching himself. "They probably won't fight anymore now. The show is over. Do you want to go around the city or come back with me?"

"Go back."

(End of this chapter)