"good!"

Chen Zhao was waiting for this sentence, immediately untied the sword from his waist, held it in both hands, and sent it to Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang was slightly stunned: "Give me your sword, where are you?"

"Uncle Feng, my skills are practiced deep in my sect, and I can hurt people when I fly flowers and pick leaves. People in the world only say that the Huashan School is good at swordsmanship, so I can underestimate us. The younger generation has made great achievements in internal skills, and there is no sword in their hands, but there is actually not much difference." Chen Zhao said with a smile.

Feng Qingyang was stunned when he heard this, smiled coldly, took the long sword, but said, "You are called the 'gent sword' in the world. I thought you were a humble gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be so frivolous?"

"Uncle Feng, over the past twenty years, the Huashan Sect's talents have faded and are in danger. The younger generation struggled to support the situation. In order not to destroy the Huashan Sect, of course, they must make good relationships and get the reputation of "Gentleman Sword". It is just the cautiousness of the younger generation. The younger generation and the inner generation cannot ignore the world and live in seclusion directly."

Chen Zhao's tone was still plain.

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly.

He is also an old martial arts world, proficient in Dugu Nine Swords, and is naturally an extremely smart person. Of course, he could hear the gun and stick in front of Yue Buqun's mouth.

He also understood in his heart that Yue Buqun in front of him had achieved great success in practicing Zixia's magical skills, and his internal strength was unfathomable. He said that he was "flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people." That was a bit good.

The consequences of the big stone next to it are proof of it.

What he said was that he wanted Feng Qingyang to fight with him quickly.

If he was the head of Huashan Qi Sect, who defeated the Dugu Jiujian, who was the predecessor of the Sword Sect, with his internal powers, and magical powers, it would be enough to establish the principle of Huashan Qi Sect's "controlling swords with energy".

Even if those uneasy disciples learn the Dugu Nine Swords, they will not have the problem of their faith collapse.

After all, no matter how powerful Dugu Nine Swords are, they cannot beat Master’s “internal power Tongxuan”!

"This kid is indeed cunning. He saw through my husband's thoughts of finding a successor for the "Dugu Nine Swords".

He also saw through this Linghu Chong, who was a good seedling for learning the "Nine Swords of Dugu".

So a performance on this Sinju Cliff is to attract myself.”

In an instant, Feng Qingyang thought for a lot.

Finally, he said: "Since that's the case, then you can take a move!"

"Okay, Uncle Feng, I'll offend you!" As soon as Chen Zhao finished speaking, he immediately took a step forward and punched him.

Suddenly, the fist was thriving and the power was endless.

The moment he took action, Feng Qingyang swung his sword, instantly turning from an old man to a great master of Yuan Ding Yue Zhi.

Chen Zhao's fists and feet are windy, and his palms are thunder. When he uses them, he really has thunder. The oppression of a gust of wind and a gust of wind and a gust of wind and a gust of wind and a gust of wind and retreat step by step.

Feng Qingyang, with a long sword in his hand, blocked the left and right, and blew his wishes.

His feet did not move, his right hand was so fast that he could hardly see it, and he could only see the sword lights around him flashing.

If there is a great master beside you, you may be able to see that every sword attacked by Feng Qingyang was the flaw of Chen Zhao's moves. Although his feet were not moving, the sword was extremely cruel.

It seems that if there is a slight hesitation, he will be controlled by Chen Zhao's internal strength.

It is probably because Chen Zhao's power is too great. If Feng Qingyang is a little wrong, Chen Zhao will break through the pass and hit him into his defense.

But even so, Chen Zhao was still at ease and exclaimed: "Uncle Feng's Dugu Nine Swords are indeed amazing! Unfortunately, you lack internal strength. Even if you have a deep understanding of the deqi style, you can't control me!"

"Uncle Feng, I believe that Dugu Nine Swords can break the world's moves, but a long sword can cut 10,000 bricks, but cannot break the city wall made of 10,000 bricks."

...

Chen Zhao was chatting and laughing. He kept playing a meal and suddenly jumped out of the circle, floated back several feet away, and laughed and said, "Happy! Happy! Uncle Feng can stop me from using seven success forces for so long, and it is still undefeated. It is rare that the Dugu Nine Swords can be famous in the world, and it is indeed true!"

He beats and stops as soon as he says he wants to fight. He is really at ease and calm and fulfilling.

On the other hand, Feng Qingyang, his face as if he was like gold paper, was already full of redness and sweat, and he was holding the mountain wall and gasping for breath.

"If I were thirty years younger, I would not be as proud as you!" The old man snorted coldly.

Chen Zhao didn't care and said, "Uncle Feng was 30 years younger, and his understanding of Dugu Nine Swords may not be so deep! But then again, if Uncle Feng was 30 years younger, his physique and energy were at its peak, and you and I still had a fight, it would be a pity..."

"What a pity? What a pity I don't have a disciple to teach you?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly.

At this time, Chen Zhao smiled and said, "Uncle Feng hid in the back mountain and did not come out, but he was secretly protecting Mount Hua. I know that. In the past twenty years, the Demon Sect has tested the Huashan Sect five times, and they all died in the valley. It is thought that it was Uncle Feng who secretly did so that we can spend the weakest time in Mount Hua. For such a noble character, please be worshiped by my younger generation!"

After saying that, he bowed to Feng Qingyang.

"Hmph! Young people have many ideas." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly: "Since you are grateful to me, why do you still fight me?"

"Uncle Feng's Dugu Nine Swords were so powerful that it was so famous that it could be said that it was invincible in the world, but I have never seen it before, so I couldn't help but want to fight with Uncle Master." Chen Zhao said with a smile.

"I am old and no match for you. You only need to fight for another meal, and I will die if I lose my strength. If I lose my sword sect, can you rest assured?"

Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said.

In fact, he was also very passionate and didn't care about the Qi Sect of the Sword Sect. However, when the Huashan Sect was fighting in internal battles with Jianqi, they were tricked by the Qi Sect and went to a foreign land to get married. They missed the duel of the Sword Sect, which led to the defeat of the Sword Sect. Later, he returned to the Huashan Sect and competed with the Qi Sect masters, but eventually lost and had to leave Huashan.

Later, by chance, he obtained the Dugu Nine Swords, and then walked around the world with the sword and dating the best in Shaolin and Wudang. However, after his swordsmanship was perfect, the original master of the Qi Sect had passed away, and Yue Buqun took over as the leader.

No matter how unbearable Feng Qingyang is, he can't compete with his younger generation for the position of head, right?

Even if you seize the position of the leader, the depression in your heart will not be able to be resolved and you will be ridiculed by the world.

Therefore, Feng Qingyang was disheartened and lived in seclusion and thought about the mountain behind the cliff, and vowed not to get involved in the disputes in the world from now on.

But people's hearts are full of flesh. He is a person who is lenient and generous and heroic. He dislikes a hundred people who are ashamed of Yue Buqun.

But he himself became depressed and lonely, immersed in endless regret and self-blame. The rigorous and upright Yue Buqun held up the burden of the revival of Huashan, step by step, pulled Huashan, which was almost destroyed, back and stood in the world again.

No matter how rebellious Feng Qingyang was, he knew in his heart that even if Yue Buqun had no credit, he would have worked hard, so he killed many ill-intentioned tempters for him. Otherwise, when Yue Buqun and the Huashan Sect were the weakest, a Shaanxi branch of the Demon Cult could get rid of it.
Chapter completed!