Chapter 2, Xingyi Dragon Fist

The Marquis of Wuwei had a fiefdom of over 100 miles, with a population of more than 300,000. It had a city guard of 3,000 people. There were hundreds of soul beast warriors and martial artists in the mansion. They were extremely powerful. Marquis of Wuwei would never let the woman who almost took his only son's life. On the day Sikong Wu was injured, teams of city guards were sent out with portraits to search for the woman's whereabouts.

The two third-level seventh-grade Martial Emperors who were exposed in the Marquis' Mansion sent one out and took two black-eyed blood mastiffs to the place where they encountered the woman in white to see if they could find the whereabouts of the other party.

Another seventh-grade Martial Emperor protects Sikong Wu personally, for fear that the woman would enter the Marquis’ Mansion with great courage.

Sikong Wu had just arrived here and did not fully integrate Sikong Wu's memory. He also knew the ability of Wuwei Marquis' Mansion. After four days, he had not found the woman who had merged with the white-headed tiger demon. He couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. It seemed that the woman was not an ordinary person.

Sikong Ba had no choice but to withdraw his manpower, leaving only a few people to secretly investigate the origin of the woman, and he took a few guards to Xuanwu City to find a suitable soul-beast fusion for Sikong Wu.

At the beginning, Sikong Wu was covered in blood and looked extremely injured, but it was just skin injuries. Obviously, the woman did not really want his life. Naturally, the person who carried the guards of the sixth-grade martial artists was not ordinary people, and the white tiger woman had to be afraid of the revenge of the forces behind Sikong Wu.

The Jinchuang elixir in Wuwei Hou Mansion was very effective. In four days, Sikong Wu's wound healed, and his whole body was itchy, making Sikong Wu very uncomfortable.

Sikong Wu felt uncomfortable if he didn't take a shower for a day. Now he has been holding it in for four days and feels his injuries have improved. He can't help but let the Luzhu and Luping, who have been serving him closely, prepare the bathing items.

Sikongwu's bedroom is amazingly large, with a radius of ten feet in the radius. There is a huge granite bath in the middle, which can attract hot springs. It is definitely an extremely luxurious place on the earth, making the poor child Sikongwu salivate.

Luzhu and Luping quickly filled the bathtub with warm water, and even sprinkled a pack of spices that smelled very comfortable in the hot spring water.

Sikong Wu stood next to the bathhouse and asked curiously: "Luzhu, what kind of spice is this? It smells good."

Lu Zhu covered her mouth and smiled: "Young Master, have you forgotten? This is your favorite ambergris."

Sikong Wu felt a little nervous. He had not inherited these small details. It seems that it would be better to talk less in the future to avoid revealing flaws. Fortunately, the doctors in the city now say that their souls were damaged, and that some trivial things could be explained by not remembering clearly.

But soon he was shocked by Sikong Wu's big moves and couldn't help but curse fiercely in his heart: "Prodigal son! Prodigal son! Ambergris! This large pack of ambergris is afraid that it is not half a pound. How much should it be worth on the earth? It is only used to take a bath once?"

Although he was a little reluctant, he did not dare to change Sikong Wu's original habits easily. He had to suppress his jealousy and grief in his heart, pretended to be nothing, and said lightly: "Well, I am going to take a shower."

He naturally wanted to let Luzhu and Luping leave. A man had never tasted the taste of a woman before. He was embarrassed to be naked in front of two charming women. You must know that Luzhu and Luping were just sixteen years old, only a little bigger than Sikong Wu's body, and they were two completely loli.

What Sikong Wu could not have imagined was that the two maids who did not dare to disobey his words did not leave. Instead, they gently pulled the silk belt around their waists and saw the gauze slipping down. The delicate shoulders of jade were displayed in front of Sikong Wu, and there was a half of the white peaks and a flat and smooth belly exposed above the green strap.

Two charming girls actually untied their clothes in front of Sikong Wu!

Flashes of faint fragrance came into Sikong Wu's nose. When did Sikong Wu, the virgin who had seen such a beautiful scene, suddenly became at a loss, but a heat surged below, and reacted without Sikong Wu's control at all.

Sikong Wu, the lustful guy, is naturally a beautiful woman from all over the world. Although she is not old, she has developed very well, with clear ravines and tall peaks. How can Sikong Wu, the first brother, withstand such temptation?

Sikong Wu is a college student who has received higher education. Although he usually brags about how brave and shameless he is to hook up with a girl, he is at a loss in front of the actual battle of real swords and guns, and hurriedly said: "Stop it! What are you doing?"

Lu Zhu and the others were stunned for a moment, and opened their eyes wide and said, "How can you do it? Let's take a bath at the young master."

"Beast! Beast!" Sikong Wu cursed again in his heart, without realizing that calling Sikong Wu a bastard was scolding him.

After hearing what Lu Zhu said, Sikong Wu was playing with many women naked in the hot spring bath. His eyes didn't dare to fall on the girl with a half-clear Luo Yi, so he had to say, "I understand."

"I really did this to avoid showing my strength." He secretly made an excuse for his shameful behavior.

Although Lu Zhu and Lu Ping were a little strange, they did not stop their movements, and the strapless pants fell quietly. The two beautiful and beautiful pieces fell into Sikong Wu's eyes without any concealment.

Sikong Wu had only seen such scenes on small movies and adult websites before. When he was jumping in the immortal, he was rushed in without taking off his underwear. Compared with now, waves of faint fragrance of women mixed with ambergris came into his nose, especially the green bamboo. It was actually smooth and hairless. A thin mysterious gap in the middle of the slightly bulging hill made Sikong Wu feel dry mouth and his hands and hands were at a loss, and only felt a heat rushing towards somewhere.

Luzhu and Luping skillfully helped Sikong Wu untied his clothes, carefully untied the bandage that bound the wound, revealing the pink scars that had healed inside.

Although the wound had healed, Sikong Wu did not dare to soak in the water directly. He just stood in the knee-deep bath, staring blankly at the two pretty maids gently wiped his body with cotton cloth dipped in warm water.

Even the little Sikong Wu Luzhu and Luping who were erected like an angry dragon were not spared. The soft little hand held Xiao Sikong Wu, which shocked Sikong Wu. The devilish messenger said: "Luzhu...you... can you kiss me below?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole face turned red and he didn't dare to look at Luzhu and Luping.

This was definitely influenced by Sikong Wu's subconscious mind, not what he wanted to say. Sikong Wu is very sure of this.

Luzhu and Luping were not embarrassed at all. This was not the first time they helped Sikong Wu bathe. They both hesitated for a moment and both knelt down in the bathhouse. Luzhu whispered: "Young Master, the marquis said that the young master's injuries have not healed. I cannot be intimate with the young master, otherwise I will be beaten to death."

This was not something Sikong Wu said intently. Although he was a little expectant, he was relieved to hear Lu Zhu say this. He was not those Luo Likong. He felt guilty in his heart to such two girls, half a year old, so he nodded and said, "I understand, you guys get up."

Luzhu and Luping didn't expect that Sikong Wu became so easy to talk. If it were the past, he would definitely not be able to avoid being beaten and scolded.

The two of them were more careful in cleaning Sikong Wu's body. Seeing that Sikong Wu seemed to be in a good mood and was much easier to talk, Lu Ping hesitated for a moment and plucked up her courage and said, "Young Master, I haven't seen my grandfather for a long time. I want to leave the Hou's Mansion for two days and go back to visit my grandfather."

Sikong Wu nodded and said, "You should have entered the mansion for almost a year. You should go back and see what grandpa should do. I will go to the account room tomorrow to pay ten taels of silver."

Lu Zhu and Lu Ping were both ordinary women. When they were seen by Sikong Wu, they forcibly grabbed the Wuwei Marquis Mansion. In addition to them, there were five or six other people who also encountered each other. As long as they were asked to go back, they would be beaten hard by Sikong Wu.

Lu Ping heard the servant of the Hou Mansion saying that his grandfather was seriously ill, so she was brave enough to ask for going out. Unexpectedly, Sikong Wu not only agreed easily, but also asked the accounting office to pay her ten taels of silver. In an accident, she fell down again and thanked Sikong Wu.

Although Sikong Wu did not accept Sikong Wu's memory, he only retained some important things and the most basic knowledge. He carefully tested the past two days, and learned a lot from the two girls Luzhu and Luping. He knew the origin of the little maid. Seeing Luping say this, the desire in his heart slowly faded, and hesitated and said: "Luyun, Luyu and the others, Luzhu, you will tell them that if you want to go back, you will go back. You will all go to the account room to pay ten taels of silver."

Ten taels of silver are enough for ordinary people to spend a year, and for Sikong Wu, who spends half a pound of ambergris bathing, it is nothing at all. It is not a problem for a thousand taels of silver per person. However, Sikong Wu was afraid that he would change too much and attract others' attention, so he asked the accountant to pay them ten taels of silver.

After bathing in an extremely charming manner for more than half an hour, Sikong Wu felt much more comfortable and even his wounds were not so itchy.

It was already dusk. After leaving Sikong Wu's bedroom, two little girls, Luzhu and Luping, went to tell the other maids about the news.

Recently, Sikong Wu favored them. The folk girls who were snatched back earlier were no longer fresh and rarely paid attention to them. However, because everyone's experiences are similar, Luzhu and Luping did not bully Luyun and the others by pampering, and they have a good relationship with others.

Sikong Wu walked out of the door and found five or six guards including Han Yun were guarding outside the door. On a chair next to him, there was an extremely shriveled old man sitting. The old man's skin was loose, his face was covered with old man spots, his hair was sparse and only a few left. It seemed that one foot had stepped into the loess.

The shriveled old man had closed his eyes to rest, but when he heard Sikong Wu come out, he opened his eyes. The flash of light in his eyes distinguished him from the ordinary old man, and said with a smile: "Master Wu, are you going out?"

Sikong Wu knew that this shriveled old man had an extremely powerful name, named Lei Meng, who was an old man in the Marquis of Wuwei. He was one of the two major worshipers. Even Sikongba, the Marquis of Wuwei, respectfully called him Lei Gong, and he was also a master of the Martial Emperor who was a third-level seventh-grade martial artist.

If the white-headed tiger demon hadn't had an amazing strength and could easily defeat the second-level sixth-grade soul-refining martial artist Han Yun, Sikong Ba was afraid that the other party would sneak into the Wuwei Marquis' Mansion, so he asked Lei Meng to give up his personal care to protect Sikong Wu.

In this world, warriors can integrate soul beasts to cultivate soul power, greatly enhance their own strength, and have the ability to compete with mountain spirits and water monsters, prehistoric beasts, and protect the safety of the human race.

Among them, the warriors are divided into the fourth level and the twelfth level, each level is a watershed, and the strengths vary greatly.

The Qingtian Empire where Qin Tiancheng is located is a second-level empire. The overall strength is quite good among the second-level empires. The five or six similar second-level empires nearby are not as powerful as the Qingtian Empire. They have two golden-body martial saints and more than ten martial saints powerful men with true martial arts cultivation.

Despite this, the Wu Emperor, who is in the third-level and seventh-level manifestation, is also a strong man who dominates the country. If the Marquis of Wuwei had not been to save Lei Meng's life, Lei Meng would not have been willing to stay in the Marquis of Wuwei's Mansion to work hard for the Marquis of Wuwei.

Although Sikong Wu was arrogant and domineering, his character was surly, and he respected Lei Meng and Xu Mingshan. After all, he knew that these two people were one of his confidence in being domineering in Qintian City. If there were no two devoted supporters of Wuwei Marquis, the strength of Wuwei Marquis' Mansion would be reduced by at least one third!

Sikong Ba is stronger, and he is at the peak of the ninth-grade Martial Emperor. He can't do everything by himself. Lei Meng has taken action to solve a lot of trouble for Sikong Wu before, including killing an alien seventh-grade Martial Emperor under the Thunder Palm and saving Sikong Wu's life.

Now Sikong Wu's body is Sikong Wu, a martial arts tycoon, who is even more respectful to the extremely powerful Lei Gong. After hearing Lei Meng asked, Sikong Wu quickly smiled and said, "Yes, I've been in the room for two days and I'm almost suffocating. Now my injuries have improved, so I'll go out for a walk. Old Lei is an old man in the mansion, so I'll call me Xiao Wu."

Lei Meng was a little stunned. Although Sikong Wu was quite respectful to him in the past, he was not as polite as he is now. He touched his beard and smiled: "Young Master Wu was injured and sensible this time. If the Marquis knew, he would definitely be very pleased. However, Young Master Wu has a noble status and this title is chaotic. I don't know where Young Master Wu is going, so let Lei accompany Young Master Wu for a walk."

The only ones who dare to say this to Sikong Wu in Wuwei's Marquis's Mansion are Lei Meng and Xu Mingshan, except for Sikong Ba. Even those dozen concubines would only be careful to accommodate Sikong Ba and would never dare to talk to him in a tone of discipline.

Sikong Wu naturally didn't know that Lei Meng said he was sensible because he did not force Lu Zhu and other maids to take care of him. He thought that he was polite and secretly warned him. However, thinking that Sikong respected Lei Meng in the past, he felt relieved.

He blinked twice and said with interest: "Why not go to the martial arts venue for a walk?"

Although Sikong Wu's interest in martial arts is not as addicted to Sikong Wu, he is also quite interested. Otherwise, he would not have heard of the whereabouts of the white-headed tiger demon and hurriedly took the guards to capture the white-headed tiger demon.

Lei Meng was not surprised when he heard Sikong Wu's words, and laughed and said, "Young Master Wu hasn't moved these days, so he wants to move his body."

The Wuwei Hou Mansion covers an area of ​​more than 2,000 acres, with many corridors, water pavilions, gardens and pavilions, and many protective castles. Everyone bypassed many corridors and songs. After an incense stick, they arrived at the martial arts performance venue in the front yard of the Hou Mansion.

This martial arts field is where the guards of the Hou Mansion practice martial arts. The guards of Qin Tiancheng also have martial arts training.

For these guards who concentrate on martial arts and do not work, martial arts is everything to them. The stronger their strength, the easier it is to save their lives in battle and gain a better status. Even if it is dusk and the sky is dark, many guards in the Marquis' Mansion are practicing martial arts.

Sikong Wu saw the sword lights and sword shadows on the martial arts field, which were like rolling thunder and swords. The swords were like terrifying geese. When he danced, the water could not be splashed in. His power was extremely terrifying. He became excited and thought to himself: "These guards are only second-level fourth- and fifth-level warriors, and they are so terrible. Those martial arts masters and underground boxing champions on earth will definitely be so scared that they are weak when they see these guards."

Protecting the guards of Sikong Wu, because Sikong Wu pleaded and saved one of his arms, he was somewhat grateful to Sikong Wu. One of them, a guard named Du Haifeng, smiled and said, "Young Master Wu does not have the power of a second-grade warrior. When the Marquis comes back, find the right soul beast to merge with the young master, maybe it is comparable to the third-grade alienated warrior."

Lei Meng said in a deep voice: "The first-level third-level warriors are Chu Rong, Soul-raising, and Alien. Even if the young master can compare with the third-level alienation warriors, he must be down-to-earth and practice step by step. Do not be too ambitious. The foundation is firmly laid so that his achievements will be higher in the future. The Marquis has used medicinal liquid to temper the young master's muscles, bones, spleen and lungs since he was a child. This is the intention."

As he said that, he suddenly started coughing, just as he was about to cough out his heart and lungs.

Sikong Wu felt nervous and said anxiously: "Old Lei, are you okay?"

Lei Meng covered his heart with one hand and waved his hand. After a while, he stopped coughing and said with a wry smile: "Young Master Lao cares. He is old. The root of the disease left by fighting with others in the past is for the Marquis to save his life. If it weren't for this root of the disease, he might have a chance to be promoted to the level of the eighth-rank Martial Emperor."

Sikong Wu nodded, walked to the edge of the martial arts field, and reached out to carry several iron locks made of pig iron on the edge of the lift. Each of these iron locks weighed five or six hundred kilograms, but Sikong Wu could actually lift two at the same time, and he had a little more understanding of the terrifying power contained in this body.

Then, he picked up a large gun on the weapon stand and suddenly felt extremely familiar.

This is a weapon commonly used by Sikong Wu, and it was also influenced by Sikong Ba. Sikong Ba's weapon that shocked Qin Tiancheng was a two-meter-long magic spear. I don't know how many powerful monsters and monsters were pierced by this magic spear!

The gun technique that he practiced countless times was Sikong Wu's indelible memory. Sikong Wu naturally inherited this memory. He slightly lit his front foot without thinking. He bowed his body slightly, held the spear in one hand and stabbed forward, and then he saw five or six large gun flowers shaking out.

The shaking spear flowers may seem simple, but it is never easy to do well. Like Wuwei Hou, dozens of spear flowers can be produced with a shaking wrist, and it can not even be dissipated for three breaths!

As soon as Sikong Wu retracted his wrist, he easily retracted the 100-pound large gun, blocked, picked, pricked, slammed, plucked, and wrapped the basic movements of gun techniques, and used them like flowing flow. It seems that Sikong Wu admired his father very much and put a lot of effort into gun techniques. Usually, Sikong Ba personally guided him. He has good understanding and has great attainments for a large gun.

However, Sikong Wu did not integrate soul beasts and could not cultivate soul power. He could not use Sikong Ba's Cloud Split Spear. Sikong Ba did not teach him more advanced martial arts, and only let his son lay a solid foundation for gun skills.

The more Sikong Wu played, the more excited he became. He couldn't wake up the huge gap between himself and the second-level martial artist. He turned to Du Haifeng and said, "Come and have two moves with me!"

As Sikong Wu's guards competed with Sikong Wu for the first time, Du Haifeng responded to the martial arts field, but did not use his waist knife, but picked up another spear on the weapon stand and said in a deep voice: "Young Master Wu, be careful!"

Usually, Sikong Wu called them to compete, so he was not allowed to be too humble, although Sikong Wu himself knew that the strength of these guards was far above him.

Sikong Wu had also competed with first-level warriors with similar strength to him before. The problem was that these warriors with weak strength were reluctant to show their strength. They would rather be injured than hurt Wuwei Hou's heart and soul. The competition was simply not satisfactory.

Once, a second-grade warrior could not stop and stabbed Sikong Wu with a sword. He was ordered to die by the Marquis of Wuwei. After that, the Marquis of Wuwei did not allow Sikong Wu to compete with these warriors.

Warriors of the second-level fourth- and fifth-grade warriors like Du Haifeng know the severity and will not accidentally hurt Sikong Wu, so Sikong Wu was all practicing with these guards.

The two of them competed back and forth for a long time. Sikong Wu lost too much blood due to injury and insufficient endurance and could not last long. The two of them were close to each other and the spear was knocked down. Sikong Wu's hands softened, and the spear was actually flew out by Du Haifengge.

Du Haifeng was stunned. He knew very well that Sikong Wu's strength. Such a power could resist. When he saw Sikong Wu's spear flying, he couldn't help but pause, fearing that Sikong Wu would suddenly be furious and punish him.

Sikong Wu flew out of his hand, and then saw Du Haifeng raising his gun over his chest with both hands, and subconsciously twisting his waist, spinning his body, and hitting his right hand with the momentum, and his force came from his feet and his hands condensed into his hands. He started practicing since he was a child, and he had practiced the dragon in Xingyi Dragon Fist thousands or thousands of times!

Unlike the use of dragons to raise their heads on Earth, Sikong Wu suddenly felt a stream of heat coming out of the scattered air between his eyebrows, and instantly reached the palm of his hand. The speed of his right hand was much faster than before. He passed through the empty space behind the gun that Du Haifeng was crossing in front of him, and hit Du Haifeng's breastplate with a snap.


Chapter completed!