"You do have some skills."
Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up and he was clear.
"Ning Qingyu has indeed taken in a good disciple.”
"Brat, today I will teach you this move.”
"How much you can learn depends on your luck.”
……
"What if I don't want to learn?"
At this moment, Yan Yulai's voice sounded.
"What did you say?"
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but frown," Do you know how many people in the world want to kneel and become my disciple?”
"This old man wants to teach you sword techniques, but you don't want to learn?!”
……
"I want to invite Martial Uncle Feng to come out of the mountain and oversee the Huashan Sect.”
"We can talk about learning the sword in the future."
The wild pheasant in front of Yan Yulai was almost ready, and it was filled with a fragrant smell.
His tone was sincere.
Finally, she saw Feng Qingyang.
How could he not invite him out of the mountain?
All these years, Huashan's development had been difficult. It was just that there were no powerful people to intimidate them.
If the people in the martial arts world knew that Feng Qingyang was still alive and was living in seclusion on Mount Hua, who would dare to be so presumptuous?
"Don't say anymore."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's expression changed." Brat, I said I'll teach you sword techniques, so I'll teach you sword techniques."”
"I can't let you not learn!"
There were many reasons for his appearance.
Firstly, Huashan's development was getting better and better. It was all thanks to this generation's sect master, Yan Yulai.
Although he had retired from the martial world for some reason, he was still more concerned about Mount Hua. Otherwise, he would have gone to another place to live in seclusion.
Mount Hua had declined from the peak to now having 400 disciples. Feng Qingyang still had a good impression of Yan Yulai.
Secondly, Yan Yulai was extremely talented in cultivation and had a certain level of understanding of the Tao of the sword. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to tell that there were at least 300 variations in the Sword-breaking Form.
Thirdly, the stone tablet he swore on was shattered by Yan Yulai with a single palm!
Feng Qingyang was known as the number one sword in the world back then. How many people wanted to learn a move or two from him?
……
"Watch my sword!"
Suddenly.
The sword light rose again.
The sword radiance that filled the air changed endlessly as it stabbed toward Yan Yulai.
His speed was as fast as lightning.
Yan Yulai was grilling the wild pheasant, who would have thought that Feng Qingyang would beat him up so easily.
It was an instinctive reaction.
He used the Divine Sword Technique!
Yin!
The rusty long sword was unsheathed and slashed out like lightning. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. It was fierce and heavy, and it contained a mysterious power. It cut into Feng Qingyang's sword light.
Although Yan Yulai had the Evil Extermination Sword, he still carried a rusty iron sword with him out of habit.
Two swords hung on his body.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up.
The branch suddenly shook.
This sword seemed slow, but it was like a heavy object. It contained changes and arrived first.
Ding! It stabbed into Yan Yulai's rusty sword, and the sword momentum could not help but pause.
Feng Qingyang's eyesight, hearing, experience in fighting enemies, sword path, and so on were all displayed vividly in this sword.
"What sword technique is this?"
Feng Qingyang could not help but ask. It was the first time he had seen such a sword technique.
"Divine Sword Technique!"
Yan Yulai smiled faintly. His long sword suddenly turned, and the sword momentum suddenly became extremely light. It actually strangely bypassed Feng Qingyang's tree branch and headed towards his throat.
The branch in Feng Qingyang's hand shook, like an antelope hanging its horn, and suddenly stabbed to the left, as if waiting for Yan Yu to personally deliver it to him.
……
Clang! Clang!
Yan Yulai fought fast with fast, and the sword light became faster and faster.
However, Feng Qingyang's every sword strike always arrived first, never leaving his vital points such as his glabella and throat.
He had no choice but to change his move halfway.
Fortunately, he was using the Divine Sword Technique. Sometimes it was extremely fierce, and sometimes it was light and soft, making it impossible to guard against.
If it was any other sword technique, he would have already lost.
However, even so, Yan Yulai was already at a disadvantage.
That was because his Divine Sword Technique was only at the beginner level.
……
At this moment.
Feng Qingyang's sword techniques broke through like a surging river, endless and unpredictable.
Yan Yulai finally couldn't resist.
Kachak!
The rusty iron sword shattered.
……
Feng Qingyang held a tree branch in one hand and stroked his snow-white beard with the other. He laughed loudly,""Is this sword technique called the Divine Sword Technique? As expected of a good sword technique!"
"But I still lost."
Yan Yulai looked at the broken rusty sword and sighed." Thank you, Martial Uncle Feng, for showing mercy.”
This sword had to be replaced.
"Don't belittle yourself."
"Your Divine Sword Technique shouldn't have reached great success yet.”
"But you were able to block 40% of my power.”
"He exchanged forty-three moves with this old man!”
Feng Qingyang's expression revealed a trace of satisfaction. This child's talent was extremely good.
Yan Yulai was speechless.
He didn't use the Wind Sending Purple Clouds Light-body Technique. If he used it, he should be able to fight back.
"40% power?"
Although he could only block 40% of Feng Qingyang's power, Yan Yulai was already very satisfied.
How many people in the world could block 40% of Feng Qingyang's strength and exchange 43 moves?
Moreover, he hadn't used his Primordial Chaos Tiger Demon Divine Art and Wind Sending Purple Clouds yet.
……
He had no choice but to learn the [Nine Beyond Swords].
Yan Yulai was forced to learn the sword by the overbearing Feng Qingyang.
In the next few days.
On the Cliff of Reflection, there was always the sound of swords clashing.
Originally, Yan Yu came here thinking about how to invite Feng Qingyang out of the mountain.
Now, he was learning the [Nine Beyond Swords] with both pain and joy.
That was because every time he made a request, Feng Qingyang would attack him.
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