Mount Hua, think of the cliff top.
A green-robed figure floated down like a big bird and stood in front of the cliff. He stood with his hands behind his back, his long white beard fluttering in the wind.
He stretched his body against the sun and muttered to himself,""Another boring day!"
"That's right, another boring day.”
A faint voice sounded, as if echoing the old man.
"Who is it?"
The old man's expression changed drastically. He turned his head and saw a young man not far away. He was looking at him with a smile.
He did not know where this young man came from. He was clearly standing not far from him, but he could not sense his existence.
It was as if he had become one with the world and the mountains.
"Who are you? Is this the integration of Heaven and man?”
"Also, why can't I see through your realm?”
......
As the old man's sleeves fluttered, his aura gathered and he asked a series of questions.
" I'm Hua Shan Yue Buqun," Ning Cheng said calmly." Martial Uncle Feng Qingyang, I've finally found you."”
This old man was none other than Feng Qingyang, the Sword Master of the Huashan Sect.
After Ning Cheng returned from Shaolin Temple, he had been searching for him at the Cliff of Reflection. Unfortunately, this old man's concealment methods were too brilliant.
If Ning Cheng hadn't broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining this time and sensed Feng Qingyang's sword intent under the resonance of heaven and earth, it would have been difficult to find his exact location.
When Feng Qingyang heard Ning Cheng's words, he did not relax his aura. Instead, he sneered and said,""You are Yue Buqun? Stop joking."
"As far as I know, Yue Buqun is at least forty if not fifty. Looking at you, you're clearly just a seventeen or eighteen year old youth!”
"Hmph, could it be that Yue Buqun came to kill me?”
Ning Cheng shook his head mockingly and said,"Since you don't believe me, then you can treat me as Yue Buqun who came to kill you!”
As if provoked by Ning Cheng's mockery, Feng Qingyang restrained himself and muttered,""It is said that the Purple Cloud Divine Art has the effect of retaining one's looks. If he really was Yue Buqun, then he might be getting younger and younger.”
Then he sighed again,"Sigh, if I had also practiced the Purple Glow Divine Art back then, I wouldn't have become so old."”
Ning Cheng chuckled. This old man was really strange. He was already so old, but his emotions were so rich.
Feng Qingyang suddenly sneered,"Sect Master Yue, you can't tolerate an old man like me and want to kill me?" That's right, this has always been the style of the Qi Sect.”
"No, I'm not here to kill you." Ning Cheng shook his head. I'm here to make a bet with you!”
Feng Qingyang's interest was piqued." Bet? You, the Head Chief of the Huashan Sect, came here to make a bet with me, a traitor of the Huashan Sect?”
Winner takes all.
The Huashan Qi Sect had won, and the Huashan Sword Sect had naturally become the traitor of the Huashan Sect.
"Martial Uncle Feng, why do you have to do this?" Ning Cheng asked. I don't want to judge whether the Sword Sect or the Qi Sect is right or wrong. Those things have nothing to do with me."
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by Ning City's reaction.
After a moment of silence, Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice,""What do you want to bet with me?"
"I heard that Martial Uncle Feng has obtained the legendary ultimate technique of the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai-Nine Swords Beyond the Swords!" Ning Cheng said casually.
I'm not talented, but I'm willing to experience Martial Uncle Feng's peerless sword technique. If I win, Martial Uncle Feng will teach me the Lone Nine Swords and become an elder of the Huashan Sect. How about that?”
Feng Qingyang sneered,"You want quite a lot. What if I win?"”
"I'll return the Huashan Sect to the Sword Sect and welcome back the disciples of the Sword Sect who are wandering outside!" Ning Cheng said calmly.”
Feng Qingyang laughed," This is what you said. You can't go back on your words!"”
Because of his own negligence, it indirectly led to the destruction of the Huashan Sword Sect. This had always been a knot in Feng Qingyang's heart.
He lived in seclusion at the Reflection Cliff and vowed not to meet any disciples of Mount Hua.
Unexpectedly, Ning Cheng took the initiative to come and break his oath.
It would be a good thing if they had the chance to snatch the Huashan Sect from the Qi Master.
Ning Cheng looked at him quietly and said,""I don't need to go back on my word because you're not my match!”
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Although Ning Cheng was able to appear beside him silently, in his heart, it was all thanks to the mystery of the Purple Cloud Divine Art and his own negligence.
After all, he had become famous at a young age and was famous for his swordsmanship. Very few people were his match.
Even during the Huashan Sect's Sword Qi competition, the Qi Sect would try to trick him away and not dare to confront him directly.
What Ning Cheng meant was that he was 100% sure that he would defeat Feng Qingyang.
How could Feng Qingyang be in a good mood when he heard such words?
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and said,"What an arrogant junior!" I hope you can continue to be so arrogant after the fight!”
Ning Cheng shook his head and said indifferently," Arrogant or not, there's no proof. Come, let's see the real deal!"
Feng Qingyang could no longer hold it in. He had never seen such an arrogant junior. Before Ning Cheng could finish speaking, a tyrannical aura erupted from his body.
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