Dengtian Pavilion, a wonder building in Xueyue City.
At this moment, the building was crowded with people, some of them were gamblers led by Yin Luoxia, and some of them were just joining in the fun.
The noise of fighting was increasing steadily, which meant that Fang Ping was moving up one level after another.
Every time you go up a level, there will be a few more sad gamblers in Xueyue City.
"My silver!"
"Damn it, this guy is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger! What a fraud!"
"Haha, you are obviously judging people by their appearance. Have they ever said that you are weak?" came a light voice.
When everyone took a look, it turned out to be Miss Sikong Qianluo.
Judging from his appearance, he is carrying a bag with a spear, as if he is going on a long trip?
Sikong Qianluo was shocked. He shouldn't have exposed his whereabouts. He wouldn't be able to run away if his father found out.
...
At the same time, on the twelfth floor of the Dengtian Pavilion, Fang Ping fought with a man dressed up for two rounds and was slightly better.
"Why don't you draw your sword?" The man was a little angry. Isn't this an obvious look down on others?
Fang Ping held the sword in his backhand, with only three centimeters of the dragon-patterned hilt exposed, and spoke calmly:
"Because there is no need, I will break into the pavilion without seeing any blood."
The well-dressed man frowned, and unknown anger burned in his heart:
"Look at the sword!"
A three-foot-long sword shot out red light and pointed directly at Fang Ping's chest, revealing its murderous intent.
Fang Ping just turned slightly sideways and easily dodged the sword, then he slightly raised the hilt of the sword and tapped the opponent's wrist.
"Clang!"
The red sword fell to the ground, and the victory was decided.
"Farewell."
Fang Ping left with his hands and stepped onto the thirteenth level of stairs.
On the thirteenth floor, the person guarding the pavilion is a young man, sitting cross-legged and focusing on something.
Fang Ping said loudly:
"Kenshinzuka Fangping, come and ask about the sword!"
The other party did not respond.
Fang Ping said it again, but Luo Mingxuan was still indifferent.
Seeing this, Fang Ping decisively turned around and walked towards the fourteenth floor stairs. Since there was no one guarding this floor, he headed to the next floor.
At this time, Luo Mingxuan finally couldn't sit still anymore and threw out a dice with his backhand, placing it on the handrail of the stairs:
"Are you going up in a hurry and pretending that I, the guardian of the pavilion, don't exist?"
Fang Ping was happy:
"You are the one who guards the pavilion, and I am the one who invades the pavilion. If you can't stop me, it's your problem."
Luo Mingxuan grinned:
"Then pass my test first, come on!"
He sat cross-legged and spread out the "treasure box of gambling equipment":
"Come on, let's bet on something, choose whatever you want?"
"Betting?" Fang Ping raised his eyebrows.
"Didn't you see the big word 'Gamble' behind me?" Luo Mingxuan said, "As long as you win my bet, you will be considered to have passed the thirteenth floor!"
Fang Ping stood with his sword in hand:
"What will happen if I choose to go up directly from this staircase?"
"Well......"
Luo Mingxuan was immediately asked:
"In this case...you might go to the fourteenth floor."
"Thank you, I wouldn't know if you didn't tell me," Fang Ping smiled slightly and stepped up the stairs.
Luo Mingxuan suddenly became anxious, jumped up, and threw three dice:
"Hey, do you understand the rules? There's no one like you in Chuang Pavilion!"
Fang Ping raised the Longyuan Sword and blocked three flying dice:
"You are the one guarding the pavilion. Whose problem is it if you can't stop those who break into the pavilion?"
"you!"
When Luo Mingxuan saw that he could not catch this man, he immediately drew his sword to greet him.
"Zheng——"
The two swords touched, the steel squeaked, and the bandage wrapping Long Yuan's sword was cut open.
Luo Mingxuan only saw a gleam of cold light, but something seemed to catch his eye and he quickly retreated.
And Fang Ping took another step forward.
"Look at the sword!"
Luo Mingxuan counterattacked again, but was forced back by a majestic sword intent.
"Yin——"
The sword energy did not damage his flesh and blood, but shaved off a strand of white hair on his temples.
With a "pop" sound, Luo Mingxuan sat on the ground, covered in cold sweat.
Seeing that Fang was halfway up the fourteenth floor, he quickly handed over his hand:
"Young hero is good at martial arts! I am convinced to lose!"
In fact, he knew he couldn't win from the beginning. He had been guarding the pavilion for several years, and he could guess it just by the speed at which he broke into the pavilion and climbed upstairs.
This person broke through the pavilion very quickly. Luo Mingxuan knew that he couldn't stop him, but he still had to show off to avoid being accused by his master of neglecting his duties.
"Who is the elder guarding the fourteenth floor today..."
...
Fang Ping climbed to the fourteenth floor and saw a familiar face.
The delicate face is paired with an arrogant expression, and the figure is as beautiful as a fairy standing still.
It is none other than Fairy Luoxia - Yin Luoxia.
"The elder guarding the pavilion on the fourteenth floor is a fairy?" Fang Ping said, "No wonder I stopped at the thirteenth floor."
"Huh, it's just a temporary change," Yin Luoxia admitted generously, "I want to see if you have what it takes to win this bet!"
After finishing her words, Yin Luoxia came through the air and charged up the wind and clouds with one palm, her strength was as strong as destroying it!
In an instant, there was a storm around Dentian Pavilion. The doors and windows on the fourteenth floor creaked and opened and closed several times, almost falling off.
The sea of clouds outside the house was billowing, gushing down like a dragon sucking water.
Outside Dengtian Pavilion, the faces of the spectators were shocked:
"This...that little boy actually attracted Fairy Luoxia's attention so much. I'm afraid Dengtian Pavilion won't be able to withstand this palm, right?"
"If he can catch this palm... wouldn't Xueyue City have another swordsman genius?"
On the other side, within the fourteenth floor, fierce palm power erupted, and Fang Ping blocked it with a horizontal sword. The bandage was untied in the wind, revealing the complete sword body.
"Yin——"
When the sword comes out, the sky roars!
"Jianyi!"
Fang Ping used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique to remove a layer of palm energy.
"Kenpachi!"
The dragon roared, the sword roared, and the sword light flew, peeling off a piece of palm strength again.
Yin Luoxia's face changed slightly:
"What a free world, the Sword Heart Tomb is so hidden!"
The palm strength increases, and the internal force is like a spray of clouds, pressing directly against Fang Ping
"Eighteen Swords!"
Fang Ping's sword moves were retracted and released with great force. The mighty sword energy shot straight into the sky, knocking off all the doors and windows of the Sky Tower.
"boom--"
The rosy palm energy collided with the Baiyin Sword Qi, erupting with frightening power.
In the end, the Holy Spirit's swordsmanship was even better, and all the palm power was eliminated, and Fairy Luoxia had to dodge.
The remaining strength of the sword energy shot straight through the sky, and the fifteenth and sixteenth floors of Dentian Pavilion were stabbed to the core.
Fang Ping sheathed his sword:
"I accept it, Fairy Luoxia."
Yin Luoxia's face turned slightly cold:
"Are you really the swordsmith of Kenshinzuka? Do you still have some strength left?"
"Yes, but no," Fang Ping said calmly, "Jianxin Tomb is just my home. As for my full strength... I have definitely not used it."
"Why? Afraid of hurting me?" Yin Luoxia frowned.
"Well, the first eighteen swords are sentimental swords, and the subsequent ones are ruthless swords..."
"snort."
Before Fang Ping could finish speaking, Yin Luoxia swung her hair down the thirteenth floor and went to teach her apprentice a lesson.
Fang Ping calmly raised his head and said to himself:
"The next two floors...seem to be empty."
A big hole was opened in Dengtian Pavilion, and the fourteenth floor can be considered the top floor.
Fang Ping jumped up and stood on a broken pillar:
"Fang Ping, a disciple of Sword Heart Tomb, came to inquire about Jian Xueyue City!"
He shouted three times in a row, on the one hand to complete the system task and achieve the Sword Immortal.
On the other hand, he wants Li Hanyi to take back the blame for bullying him when he was a child!
I vaguely remember that when I was eight years old, I was swinging a sword in the snow. Li Hanyi dragged me to be my sparring partner. If I didn't agree, I would be beaten, but if I agreed, I would be bruised all over.
And he made his own decision and insisted on teaching himself sword skills other than air swing. If he didn't follow, he would inevitably be bullied.
Fang Ping suddenly smiled, wondering what kind of expression Li Hanyi would have when he was defeated by the 'King Sword Immortal'.
The next moment, a familiar aura suddenly appeared. When I turned around, I saw that it was the Snow Moon Sword Immortal whose white robe was as white as snow and whose face was covered by a wooden face.
——Li Hanyi!
Enemies meet, especially...
"What a good boy, you dare to declare your family status!"
Suddenly, an angry roar came from the air, and a man came with a gun:
"Good boy, disciple of Kenshinzuka, right? Do you know how expensive it is to build a Climbing Pavilion? Write a letter and ask for money!"