Sikong Zhaixing dared to steal Ye Gucheng's sword skills. Lu Xiaofeng did not expect that he would be so bold.

Everyone who saw Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship died!

Therefore, Sikong Zhaixing is about to die!

The honest monk lowered his head and sighed, saying, "Come with me."

He led Lu Xiaofeng's carriage through several alleys and arrived at a small, remote courtyard.

"When I saw him, he was already seriously injured and on the verge of death. The monk knew that you had a good relationship, so he wanted you to come and see him for the last time."

The honest monk opened the door curtain, pointed at Sikong Zhaixing who was lying on the bed inside, and said to Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng felt heavy at the moment.

"Thank you very much!"

There are not many friends with whom he is truly close, and Sikong Zhaixing is definitely the last one.

But now, his friend is dying!

The honest monk can understand Lu Xiaofeng's mood at this moment.

Lu Xiaofeng walked in. Monk Honest was sitting in front of a stone table outside, rolling the rosary beads in his hand and reciting some mantras.

His voice was so low that only he could hear it, because he knew that Lu Xiaofeng would not like such an unlucky move on his part, but this was the only thing he could do for Sikong Zhaixing.

The room is very clean inside.

The beds and bedding are also new.

Sikong Zhaixing was lying on the bed, with no blood on his face, pale lips, and weak breathing.

Lu Xiaofeng walked towards the bed with heavy steps.

At this time, Sikong Zhaixing opened his eyes, his eyes were weak and the light was scattered. After seeing Lu Xiaofeng, he said angrily: "You are here."

Lu Xiaofeng sat on the edge of the bed and put her arm on Sikong Zhaixing's arm, feeling even more sour in her heart.

Sure enough, this time I wasn't lying to him.

Sikong Zhaixing's pulse cannot be faked, and the white cloth and blood stains peeking out from the corners of the quilt prove this.

"you……"

"Who asked you to steal Ye Gucheng's sword skills?" Lu Xiaofeng clenched her fists.

If it weren't for that person, how could Sikong Zhaixing have thought of doing such a thing to seek death?

Sikong Zhaixing opened his mouth and smiled bitterly:

"He, he asked me to steal Ye Gucheng's sword skills. I didn't agree at first. After all, I didn't want to die by Ye Gucheng's sword."

"But, he made a bet with me."

"He said he could steal Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship..."

"You know, I like to bet with people the most!"

"He said he could steal Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship, so why couldn't I steal Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship?"

"Of course I have no reason not to agree to him. After all, I am the king of thieves!" When Sikong Zhaixing said this, he coughed, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth.

Lu Xiaofeng felt sour in her heart, but she hated iron and steel even more: "How did you know that he was either lying to you, or he was going to die just to deceive you?"

Sikong Zhaixing stared at the beams on the roof, his eyes empty, and he smiled bitterly: "He didn't lie to me, because he had indeed stolen it!"

Lu Xiaofeng is such a smart person.

For a moment, he thought of the most famous person in the world in the past two days.

The one who learned the sword technique of Ximen Chuixue from the corpse of Dugu Yihe...Zhou Yi!

"It's Zhou Yi, the one who made the bet with you!" Lu Xiaofeng said angrily with a heavy heart.

Sikong Zhaixing said nothing, but it was equivalent to acquiescing. He suddenly laughed sadly and said:

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that I, Sikong Zhaixing, would actually lose to others in stealing skills, and even lose my life."

"Lu Xiaoji, I'm really unwilling!"

He looked at Lu Xiaofeng like this, his eyes full of unwillingness and regret.

"You..." Lu Xiaofeng said sadly.

Sikong Zhaixing looked at the beam with absent-minded eyes: "I feel unwilling to do so!"

Lu Xiaofeng felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart and said in pain: "You, you are so stupid. Don't you know that I can do Ye Gucheng's flying fairy?"

When Sikong Zhaixing heard this sentence, his body suddenly shook, and then he looked at Lu Xiaofeng in a daze.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't bear to look at this friend anymore and said: "Ye Gucheng once looked for me..."

Lu Xiaofeng's cleverness is famous in the world.

Everyone said that there was no weapon in the world that Lu Xiaofeng could not hold between his two fingers. In addition, he and Ximen Chuixue were good friends, and everyone in the world knew about it.

Therefore, Ye Gucheng visited Lu Xiaofeng for this purpose a few years ago. The purpose was to verify whether Lu Xiaofeng's telepathic fingers could pinch his Tianwai Feixian, and also to inquire about the condition of Ximen Chuixue, who was equally famous as him.

then.

Lu Xiaofeng did catch that sword!

However, he failed to clamp it!

In the end, it was Ye Gucheng who sheathed the sword and prevented Lu Xiaofeng from dying under the flying immortal.

At that time, Lu Xiaofeng saw the flawless and perfect sword of Ye Gucheng, the legendary Lord of Baiyun City - Tianwai Feixian.

Not only did he see it, he also learned the swordsmanship.

However, he can only display 20 to 30% of his strength.

When Sikong Zhaixing heard Lu Xiaofeng tell what happened a few years ago, his face flushed and he struggled to get up excitedly: "You...you can fly to heaven, you can actually fly to heaven, hahahaha..."

He laughed loudly, and then coughed violently several times.

But he still laughed.

He smiled extremely happily.

"I didn't lose, I didn't lose!"

Lu Xiaofeng was in agony. If he had told Sikong Zhaixing about this earlier, then Sikong Zhaixing would not have to go to Ye Gucheng, and he would not lose this friend because of this.

"Lu Xiaoji, you have to help me!" Sikong Zhaixing tightly grasped Lu Xiaofeng's sleeves, his eyes bright: "I will never lose to the stealing skills."

Lu Xiaofeng's face was full of pain and intolerance.

"I promise you!"

"The agreement I made with him is that in three days' time, in the woods outside the nunnery, all you have to do is show him the Flying Fairy from the Sky, proving that I am reaching for the stars in the sky and have not lost!!"

Sikong Zhaixing's eyes slowly dimmed.

Lu Xiaofeng stood up at this moment and said resolutely: "You have a good rest here, I will find someone to save you!"

Sikong Zhaixing's eyelids twitched when he heard this, but the movement was so subtle that Lu Xiaofeng could not detect it.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't want to waste any more time and immediately rushed out of the house. He absolutely could not lose this friend.

There are so many famous doctors in this world, I don't believe they can't save Sikong Zhaixing.

It can definitely be saved.

The honest monk outside the courtyard was still reciting sutras when he suddenly saw a light and agile figure getting on the horse like an electric shock. Then he cut off the saddle of the carriage, patted the horse and left the courtyard. He was anxious to go to Sikong Zhaixing to find a doctor.

Lu Xiaofeng.

"Lu Xiaofeng..."

The honest monk sighed, then stood up, came to the door, and opened the curtain.

However, the scene after opening the curtain made his eyes widen.

“Sikong reaches for the stars!!”

I saw Sikong Zhaixing, who should have been on the bed, holding a pen and writing something!

This is not important, what is important is that he actually got out of bed.

With such a serious injury, Sikong Zhaixing should have been unable to move.

Sikong Zhaixing saw the honest monk at the door, quickly finished writing the page, put it on the table, and said quickly:

"Hurry up, hurry up, we can't stay in this place. If Lu Xiaoji really calls the doctor, he will be killed!"
Chapter completed!