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

Linghu Chong's look of relief had not yet faded.

Feng Buping poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Linghu Chong looked around.

But he did not sense any abnormal aura.

Then.

Linghu Chong realized.

Because the surroundings were too quiet.

No human voice.

No dog barking.

It was terrifyingly quiet.

Abnormality is a demon.

"No need to look."

"They are waiting..."

Feng Buping calmed down instead.

He sat on the doorstep with ease.

Like waiting.

More like anticipation.

"Waiting for what?"

Linghu Chong thought of the answer to the question as soon as he asked it.

Because Guo Songyang was a variable.

They had to lead Guo Songyang to a very far place.

They will feel relieved to take action.

Linghu Chong said depressedly: "Then aren't we just sitting and waiting to die?"

"It's not certain who is waiting to die."

Feng Buping was extremely relaxed.

The language was also rarely full of Zen.

Linghu Chong was puzzled, but under the influence of Feng Buping, he gradually calmed down.

Even.

He sat directly on the steps.

Wipe the Xiaoao Sword with the corner of his clothes.

I don't know how long it took.

The door of the courtyard was pushed open by a strange force.

The door was obviously locked.

But the bolt seemed to be pulled open by an invisible hand.

Di Junwu appeared at the gate with his hands behind his back.

At the same time.

The walls around the courtyard were also full of men in black.

Their attire was exactly the same as that of Qin Xiangzhu who died so hastily.

If you must point out a difference.

It was that their aura was extremely gloomy.

It was completely different from Qin Xiangzhu's publicity and high profile.

"You dare to attack?"

Feng Buping was also surprised.

He began to suspect that this guy was an earthworm, and that he could still live after being cut in half.

"You have a magic medicine in Huashan."

"Of course we have one too."

Di Junwu's tone was very peaceful.

It was completely unlike him before, and he didn't seem to be seeking revenge.

"It can't be that simple."

Feng Buping sneered.

Even the Bailingdan, which was inherited from the ancient times and could be compared with the Shaolin Dahuandan, could not make a dying person jump around in less than ten days.

It is a miracle that the Di Mansion can possess a magic medicine that is on par with the Bailing Pill.

Not to mention a higher level.

"The imperial physician said."

"If I force my way, the next recuperation period may have to be extended to five years later."

Di Junwu's face gradually became ferocious: "But as long as I can kill you, what's the harm in paying a higher price?"

He had used up all the magic medicine in the Di Mansion in order to save himself.

.

This forced attack was not only due to the contribution of the imperial physician.

There was also secret support from the royal family.

He didn't know who was supporting him behind the scenes.

But he directly thought that this was a secret move by the royal family to weaken Huashan.

And he was just an executor.

"Okay."

"It's a pity that you can't get your wish today."

Feng Buping shook his head.

His face was full of regret.

Di Junwu simply thought that Feng Buping was pretending.

Unexpectedly, Feng Buping actually said: "If it was half a day ago, I would never come back."

"Go back to Huashan directly?"

Di Junwu laughed: "Hahaha, it's a pity that you are late for a long time."

"Don't you understand what people say?"

Feng Buping was speechless.

Looked at Di Junwu with the eyes of a lunatic.

Even Linghu Chong felt that Di Junwu was not very smart.

"There is something wrong with his brain."

A light voice came from the next room.

Di Junwu exploded instantly.

Aren't there only two people here?

What's with this voice?

Why did they lie in ambush here for so long and fail to notice that there was another person living next door?

The door was slowly pushed open.

The white-haired old swordsman walked out.

One of the most restrained and hidden Qinglong Club masters among the black-clothed men immediately turned into a blood rainbow and fled away when he saw the old man.

After being slightly stunned, the others also flew away.

But they were still a step slower.

Some just turned around and fell headfirst.

Some flew out of the courtyard wall less than ten feet away and fell like dumplings.

Even the farthest one could not fly more than ten feet.

Cold.

Silent.

This is not a breakdown of words.

It is just two independent artistic conceptions.

Only the mysterious man in black who left first and Di Junwu who did not move are still alive.

The others are all dead.

Di Junwu's forehead is covered with cold sweat.

Because the white-haired old man in front of him is Feng Qingyang.

The peerless swordsman who swept the world with his sword thirty years ago.

"Uncle Taishi."

Linghu Chong was overjoyed.

He couldn't see clearly how Feng Qingyang drew his sword just now.

But he didn't need to understand.

He just needed to wave the flag and shout.

"You stinky boy."

Feng Qingyang ignored Linghu Chong.

Instead, he looked at Feng Buping and asked, "Didn't I ask you to bring the Bailing Pill?"

Whenever the core figures of Huashan go out,

they will be asked to prepare a Bailing Pill.

"I can't bear to do it."

Feng Buping said awkwardly, "Besides, after taking the Bailing Pill, it will be much more difficult for me to break through the realm in the future."

He is an ambitious swordsman.

The seventh level of Hunyuan Gong, that is, the Grandmasterrealm.

It is his highest pursuit in internal strength.

He endured the pain that accumulated slowly.

It was for the sake of reaching this dream realm one day.

Naturally, he did not want to be injured for a time.

It caused his dream to be shattered.

"Too risky."

Feng Qingyang did not agree.

In front of life, what is the use of dreams no matter how good they are.

If Yue Buqun had not been sensitive enough this time. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

If he had not been decisive enough to grab the task this time.

Otherwise, Feng Buping would have been dead long ago.

"Huh?"

The topic could not be continued.

Feng Qingyang frowned suspiciously.

"This guy is not a royal relative."

Feng Qingyang looked at Di Junwu confusedly, and then looked at the door.

The East Factory Supervisor.

The powerful Cao Zhengchun came with his hands behind his back.

Standing beside him was his sworn brother Luo Jusheng.

"Although Lord Di is not a royal relative."

"But he is a hereditary first-class official of the Ming Dynasty."

Cao Zhengchun clasped his fists and said, "The Queen Mother has ordered Lord Di to return home safely. I can only come and disturb you."

"What if we don't give it to you?"

Feng Qingyang smiled.

He was casual.

He couldn't be as high-profile as Yue Buqun.

But it was no problem to face Cao Zhengchun directly.

"Then this Supervisor will have to offend you."[]

Cao Zhengchun clasped his fists again.

He also gestured a "please".

Luo Jusheng locked onto Feng Buping and Linghu Chong.

"My Lord."

"Please leave as soon as possible."

Luo Jusheng gave a kind reminder.

Di Junwu suddenly realized.

The reason Cao Zhengchun and Luo Jusheng could come to save him was entirely because of the Queen Mother.

Otherwise.

They probably showed up after Feng Qingyang killed him.

This way, Huashan would not be offended.

And the court could give a sufficient explanation.

Suddenly.

Linghu Chong attacked without warning.

Among the three Huashan people, the weakest one is.

So everyone's vigilance against him is also the weakest.

Linghu Chong seized this opportunity and covered him with the most domineering and fiercest sword.

The target was not Di Junwu.

But Luo Jusheng.

The powerful Vajra Finger, which had been trained to the pinnacle, tapped him one after another.

Strong as a diamond.

The wall was like mud.

Linghu Chong's sword energy was like a small water column hitting an iron spear, shattering one after another.

"You are too immature."

Luo Jusheng couldn't help but sneer.

In the past, his heart was broken by Ren Woxing.

Fallen to the East Factory.

In collusion with Cao Zhengchun.

Today, he also wanted to stimulate Linghu Chong.

Let his journey of Tianjiao come to an abrupt end.

But Linghu Chong smiled.

Laughing, he swung his sword.

Yin and Yang were mixed.

Powerful and domineering.

With the might of a king sweeping through thousands of troops.

And with the destruction of Yin and Yang.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Luo Jusheng praised and pointed his finger.

The force of his finger shattered the most concentrated and sharpest point of Hunyuan sword energy.

But before Luo Jusheng could mock him.

Linghu Chong actually withdrew his sword.

It was like he had achieved his goal and retired.

Very cool.

Luo Jusheng was stunned and horrified.

Behind him, Cao Zhengchun roared: "My Lord, run!"

Before Luo Jusheng woke up, he felt a sword aura as cold as the arrival of winter.

Fortunately, Cao Zhengchun's pure Hunyuan Boy's Kungfu suddenly rose.

Golden light descended.

Vajra body protection.

Cao Zhengchun thought that with the Tiangang Boy's Kungfu that had successfully passed the realm of breakthrough, combined with the Vajra body protection magic, he could withstand Feng Qingyang's sword energy.

However.

At the moment when Feng Qingyang raised a confident smile.

Cao Zhengchun's face changed.

But it was too late.

The sword energy suddenly condensed, like a broken air nail, and even more like Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needle, it suddenly pierced the golden energy.

But the target was not Cao Zhengchun, but Di Junwuzhang who was protected behind him. .