The Ballad of Youth: Inheriting Daoji, Li Hanyi, the Escapee from Marriage

These two sentences were currently replaying in his mind.

His eyes became increasingly bright, and the two sentences, which he had been silently reciting, turned into a suicidal murmur.

However, it was at this moment that a sound of airflow exploding rang out.

Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from Wushuang's body!

That inner strength was even more profound! That sword intent was even purer!

Even the sword energy, which seemed to appear only briefly, was noticeably sharper than before!

Yes, Musou has broken through!

I don't know if this kid was just being fed by God or what, but he was given guidance by the white-haired immortal who appreciated his talent, even though the other party might end up on the opposite side of him.

Then there's Li Xiuyuan, who started by being misunderstood for slacking off, and after receiving a bow from the other party, he began to ramble on with a heavy heart.

This guy has broken through yet again! He has advanced to the peak of the Free and Easy Realm, just one step away. He only needs to spend some time comprehending the world to break through to the Carefree Heaven Realm and begin to step into the level of a true powerhouse!

And he's only fourteen or fifteen years old!

"Senior monk, Wushuang understands!"

"Senior's words have truly given Wushuang a lot of guidance. Wushuang is very grateful to Senior!"

"By the way, speaking of which... I didn't even know your name before. I'm really sorry, but it wasn't intentional."

"I really have a bad memory. Unless it's someone who left a particularly deep impression on me, I forget them very quickly!"

"I have offended you, senior. Please forgive me!"

Wushuang clasped his hands in a fist salute, expressing his sincere gratitude and apologetic words.

"Oh dear! Of course I won't take it to heart! Otherwise, why would I, a monk, have talked to you so much?"

"As for my name... my Buddhist name is Daoji, you can just call me Daoji."

Li Xiuyuan drew his fan and gently waved it, and the other person's bent body was lifted up by a gentle force.

“That won’t do. I’d rather call you Master Daoji like the people in Snow Moon City do.”

"Master Daoji, Master Daoji... I will definitely remember this title! When I become a little stronger."

"I will find you again and challenge you!"

Li Xiuyuan heard Wushuang's words and felt a headache coming on!

No way, it can't really be like drinking seawater, quenching your thirst at the time but then making you even more dehydrated and causing you a lot of trouble later, right?

No, there's no need for that!

"Hey, why isn't that guy up there coming down yet? Can't you come down and change the subject?"

"I, the monk, am truly caught in a dilemma—whether I agree or not!"

Yes, even though Sikong Changfeng's cultivation is top-notch, his concealment skills are also excellent. In addition, he is currently above the clouds, so ordinary people really can't find him.

But Li Xiuyuan was different; he had already noticed that there was someone spying on him from above!

Although he didn't know the other party, with his cultivation level at the late stage of the Great Freedom Realm and the fact that his weapon was a gun, who else could it be but that Melon Immortal?

"Hey! Monk, I'm not targeting you. You've been enjoying all this gossip for free, so it's not too much to ask you to do me a favor, is it?"

Thinking this to himself, Li Xiuyuan casually fanned himself with his fan, and at the same moment, a middle-aged man who was watching the drama unfold inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

Then he discovered that the spear, which had been carrying his internal energy and was floating in the air like a seat, had lost its connection with him in an instant.

Sikong Changfeng politely asked: "Is it you?"

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Chapter 61 Gun Immortal was dumbfounded. Did he not check the almanac before going out? Why is he so unlucky?

"What...what just happened?"

"Damn it, such a pathetic entrance, my reputation as the Gunner Immortal is completely ruined!"

It wasn't until he fell from the sky that he finally stopped studying the problem of the spear in mid-air and used his powerful internal energy to stabilize his body. However, after landing, he still looked a bit disheveled. On the surface, he remained calm, but in reality, he was completely bewildered!

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Generally speaking, psychological questions that only occur when a time traveler has just arrived in the world caused Sikong Changfeng considerable distress at this moment.

He's supposed to be the greatest spear master in the world! Why would he be unable to sense the spear in his hand and channel his inner energy into it?

Of course, none of this was a big deal, because his sense of the spear was restored after he landed.

What bothers him most right now is what he was thinking, as mentioned above.

It's because I felt embarrassed that I felt so bad!

Looking at the other people around, their reactions to the sight of the divine spear descending from the sky were varied.

The most vehement reaction came from the faction on the side of Wushuang City.

Because they hadn't done anything good, they felt guilty and didn't remember that anyone in their faction had a spear.

Therefore, this guy who fell from the sky is either a third-party force that is also their enemy, or... he is from Snowmoon City!

"Senior Brother, the master who wields the spear, could it be that Spear Immortal from Snow Moon City?"

A disciple nearby was the first to react and quietly asked a question, but Lu Yuzhai blocked the question with a powerful punch to the back of his head.

He glared at the disciple and spoke.

"You talk too much? Although few people in our Wushuang City practice spear techniques besides me, we haven't received any news of reinforcements arriving."

"But how can you be so sure that was the Gun Immortal? Did you see it through this layer of dust, or did you hear it say it itself?"

"A master of guns? Your senior brother is also a master of guns. Am I a gun immortal?"

Yes, it's true that Snowmoon City had a legendary spear master who was unforgettable.

But this person in front of me shouldn't be the other person, right?

He's supposed to be a being called "immortal" by everyone, but why does this guy look so disheveled when he lands?

It looks a bit like it accidentally fell down.

Who are you?!

Regardless of whether the other party was a gun immortal or not, and regardless of whether he could actually snatch Wuxin away, he had to maintain his proper attitude, so he began to question them!

He knew that if the other party was really a master gunner, the other party would not attack him over such a small matter, after all, he was also bound by his master's orders!

But if he's not a gun-wielding genius... then he's asked the right question!

He couldn't disobey his master's orders either. Even though the opposing team had an unfathomable opponent like Monk Daoji, and even though the opponent had given his junior brother guidance, he still wanted to take Wuxin away if he could succeed!

Well, it's probably not very likely...

"who?"

"You may not recognize me, but do you recognize this gun in my hand?"

Sikong Changfeng was just thinking about how to salvage his image when he heard the other party ask this question. He immediately put his hands behind his back and adopted the posture of a so-called master.

He had made up his mind. He would wait until the other side shouted out his title and saw shock and intimidation on their faces before he spoke a second word!

"Pah! You came, fine, but you've stirred up so much dust!"

"It's pitch black, who can see what your gun looks like?"

Hearing what the other person said, Sikong Changfeng was dumbfounded.

He glanced around, and an embarrassed look inevitably appeared on his face!

Yes, this huge cloud of dust hasn't even settled yet. Even with the help of internal energy, one can only see further, not see through obstacles!

Alas! What a blunder!

Now that's an amazing gunslinger, he looks even more clueless. What should he do?

"Ahem, okay, can you see it now?"

Sikong Changfeng coughed lightly, then with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of air swept up all the smoke and dust, sending it flying into the sky!

My vision gradually became clearer and more open.

"Wow, who is this guy? Is his gun famous? Why do people say they can't recognize him, but can recognize him by his gun?"

Before the scene had been completely cleared, the simple-minded Lei Wujie reacted upon hearing Sikong Changfeng's somewhat pretentious words.

Who is this? How can they be so pretentious?

Besides, with dust everywhere, who is he supposed to see this?

Why does this guy seem even dumber than him?

Lei Wujie didn't understand, but he knew Xiao Se definitely did!

He nudged Xiao Se with his elbow and asked with great interest.

"You don't recognize that gun?"

Not long after Lei Wujie asked the question, Sikong Changfeng had already stirred up dust to clear the view.

He originally thought that once this little blockhead could see things clearly, he wouldn't be needed to be the Baidu Encyclopedia entry anymore.

But to my surprise, he was still staring at me longingly, not at all like someone who had recognized me.

With this level of understanding, how did Raimon dare to let him out for training?

"The first list of the Hundred Knowledge Hall's Golden List is named: The Hundred Soldiers List."

"It refers to weapons, but also to the people who use them."

"Of all weapons, the spear is king, so the first name is Spear Immortal."

"And compared to his appearance, on that complete list that was sold out."

"His black moon spear is more easily recognized by the world because there are pictures of it."

"So, do you know who he is?"

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie seemed to fall into deep thought, and finally shook his head and said.