Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

Feng Buping hurriedly called for a stop.

Unfortunately, he was still half a step too late.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi both drew their swords at the same time.

One used the Huashan sword technique, and the other used the Sword Sect's Liuhe sword technique.

Suddenly...

The purple clouds that surged like the Yellow River swept over.

Not only did he disarm instantly.

He also knocked Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi away.

"First-class martial arts!"

"How is this possible?"

Feng Buping stared at Ning Zhongze blankly, his eyes gradually darkening.

Thinking of him hiding in Zhongtiao Mountain and practicing hard.

It has been the same for nearly ten years.

It took a lot of effort to break through to the second-class martial arts.

I thought he would be the first person of the "Bu" generation of the Huashan Sect.

As a result, the little sister who was ten years younger than him actually surpassed him.

The most ironic thing is.

From beginning to end, Yue Buqun did not even move his eyelids.

As if he had known the result long ago.

"Master Feng Qingyang's letter is here!"

"Disciples of the Sword Sect, listen to my order!"

Yue Buqun took out Feng Qingyang's letter of persuasion from his arms.

"What?"

"Master Feng is in Huashan?"

Feng Buping's emotions were out of control again.

Yue Buqun was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He flew the letter directly over.

Feng Buping quickly opened it and checked it.

And Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi crawled over.

There was no way.

Feng Qingyang was simply a living legend of the Huashan Sword Sect.

He was the last spiritual pillar in their hearts.

They all felt that if Feng Qingyang had been on the mountain, it would be hard to say who would win.

"It's Uncle Feng's notes."

"The writing is like swordsmanship, and the words are like the person."

Feng Buping's hands trembled slightly.

Cheng Buyou's eyes were a little confused.

Cong Buqi was simple, as if he had found his backbone.

"You three can come together."

"I will defeat you with the Dugu Nine Swords taught by Uncle Feng."

Yue Buqun didn't want to say too much.

First there was the idol's persuasion to surrender, and then there was absolute military suppression.

Double suppression.

It must be more direct than thousands of words.

"Are you really..."

Cheng Buyou's face was full of suspicion.

"Impossible!"

Cong Buqi shook his head and refused: "Dugu Jiujian is Uncle Feng's unique skill, how can it be passed on to you Qi Sect!"

Yue Buqun did not respond, but looked at Feng Buping.

"Please teach me."

Feng Buping drew his sword.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi looked at each other and picked up their swords again.

At this point, they were too lazy to care about the code of conduct, courtesy, and integrity.

Kill!

Feng Buping drew his sword first.

His sword was like a violent storm.

Even Ning Zhongze was terrified.

Cheng Buyou was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, not only vicious but also insidious.

Cong Buqi's sword force was like a landslide, almost concentrating all his strength in this sword.

Three people, three angles.

It would make Yue Buqun lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.

However.

All Feng Buping and the others saw was a scene of sword light.

Then their movements stopped.

Because there was a clear bloody wound on their arms.

This bloody wound was not fatal.

But as long as it was about the length of a grain of rice, their hands would be disabled on the spot.

"Sword-breaking Style!"

Feng Buping's eyes were dim.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi even directly abandoned their swords.

In the original book.

Feng Buping and the others seemed not to recognize Dugu Jiujian.

This is actually a misunderstanding.

Because Feng Buping and others in the original novel had a preconceived idea that Linghu Chong was practicing the Lin family's Exorcism Sword Technique.

There is another more important reason:

They are rebels.

They are disciples who came to seize the throne of the head and the orthodox sword sect of Huashan.

Once the Dugu Nine Swords were publicly recognized, wouldn't it be tantamount to admitting that Linghu Chong was the successor of Feng Qingyang and the absolute authority of the Huashan Sword Sect?

How could they get away with it at that time?

It was precisely because of this.

Feng Buping was disheartened and retired again, never to appear in the world again.

"We surrender."

Feng Buping took a deep breath and said, "We will go back to Huashan with you."

The leaders all surrendered.

The younger brothers naturally had no objection.

"There is also a runner..."

Yue Buqun smiled.

The rise of Huashan Sect is unstoppable.

***

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Huashan.

In the martial arts arena.

Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang are practicing again.

They both use Dugu Nine Swords.

One wins because his swordsmanship has touched the mystery of the ninth style, and the other wins because of the endless supply of Zixia true energy.

So the two sides fought brilliantly, but they were equally matched.

"Junior sister."

Feng Buping swallowed his saliva and asked: "Junior brother Yue, oh no, is it true that the head of the sect has not reached the age of thirty yet?"

Yue Buqun's strength is too subversive.

Don't say he is the best in Huashan.

Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are almost no people who can match their age.

Even if we raise the generational level, there are only a few who can compete with Yue Buqun.

"Senior Brother Feng guessed wrong."

"My husband is a few years older than Zhongze, and 5 years younger than you."

Ning Zhongze said proudly: "My husband will still be many years away from reaching the age of thirty."

There are more senior brothers in Huashan.

She addressed Yue Buqun more intimately, whether in public or in private.=|

Because Yue Buqun is her reliance.

And her greatest pride.

"One month."

"The master has been practicing Dugu Nine Swords for less than a month."

Cheng Buyou no longer has the jealousy and hatred he had before.

Some fear, and admiration.

"Uncle Feng said that the master's other swordsmanship is at a higher level."

"The Dugu Nine Swords he just learned is so agile, so if the master uses other swordsmanship, wouldn't Uncle Feng have no chance of winning?"

Cong Buqi's eyes were a little blurred.

His current thinking can no longer keep up with the rhythm.

"Wrong again."

"The fact is that Uncle Feng has lost many times."

Ning Zhongze said more and more proudly.

Proud like a hen that has just won a battle.

"Break!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted.

Yue Buqun then flew out with a look of surprise.

Although he jumped back high, he landed as steady as a leaf.

There was no sign of injury or failure at all.

"Congratulations, uncle."

Yue Buqun asked with a smile: "Can I use other swordsmanship now?"

Looking at Yue Buqun's weird smile.

Recalling the mighty and majestic sword intent before.

Recalling the weird and mysterious sword intent before that was beyond spiritual perception.

"That's all for today."

Feng Qingyang said decisively: "It's rare to have a breakthrough, I'm going to retreat..."

And he didn't give Yue Buqun a chance to stay.

He ran away without looking back.

Yes.

It's a bit shameful and like running away.