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

Chapter 262

Huashan.

Under the small waterfall in the back mountain.

Cheng Buyu swung out a white rainbow through the sun. Although the impact of the small waterfall did not make the heavy sword fall out of his hand, it also made the move extremely awkward.

"Awesome."

Cheng Buyu realized the horror of it.

The weapon of the demon cult elder had just been sent for recasting.

But he still picked the heaviest sword in Huashan.

Although this sword is only about 20 pounds, it cannot satisfy Cheng Buyu's appetite.

But it can barely make do.

"If I can continue to practice here, Huashan swordsmanship will definitely be able to reach a higher level."

"The most important thing is that my future sword will be very stable, extremely heavy, and extremely domineering."

Cheng Buyu's swordsmanship world cup has begun.

He saw a bright road.

The road to becoming a peerless master.

Swing again.

Dance again.

Where the passion leads.

Where the sword leads.

This is the second time in Cheng Buyou's life that he has been so devoted.

The first time was when he first went to Huashan and was taught the first martial arts.

At that time, he changed his fate against the will of heaven.

Now he is also changing his fate against the will of heaven.

What he is changing is his own innate limitations.

What he is changing is his future in martial arts.

The most basic.

The most familiar Huashan swordsmanship.

He kept practicing under the small waterfall in this way.

He followed Yue Buqun's instructions.

He only practiced the swordsmanship he was most familiar with.

Even the basic swordsmanship would do.

But he remembered a sentence Yue Buqun said a long time ago:

Only after thousands of hammers and hundreds of times of practice can one transcend the mundane world.

He has been practicing Huashan swordsmanship for 20 years.

Why not continue to practice?

"Sure."

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Cheng to have such great motivation."

Looking at Cheng Buyou's wholehearted demeanor, Yue Buqun couldn't help but sigh: "If I had known this earlier, I should have told him about this way of practicing swordsmanship two years ago."

If it had been two years earlier.

I'm afraid Cheng Buyou would have been able to dominate the martial arts world.

"That may not be the case."

Ning Zhongze reminded: "After so many years, isn't your husband familiar with the personalities of those two senior brothers?"

Bai Feifei also echoed: "Yes, if they were not about to be surpassed by their disciples, they would not have known shame and then courage."

They are bystanders.

See the essence of the problem more clearly.

"It seems to be..."

Yue Buqun was speechless.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi worked hard for two or three years when they first went to Huashan.

But after Huashan was stable, they became slack.

"Speaking of which."

Ning Zhongze asked curiously: "Is Senior Brother Cheng's path to the heavy sword really that good?"

"The internal force of Bao Yuan Jin."

"The divine power of the flesh."

"The power of the superimposed heavy sword."

Yue Buqun asked: "The triple plusThe attack he sustained had a force of at least a thousand pounds, just like facing an old monster with profound skills. Imagine that scene. If you don't believe it, you can have a fight with Senior Brother Cheng in a few months."

Even if he is as strong as Yue Buqun.

Faced with such a combination of strange powers, he would choose to fight quickly.

He would never delay.

"Why wait so long?"

Ning Zhongze said confidently: "When Senior Brother Cheng's heavy sword is melted back, I will have a fight with him. "

Feng Qingyang's breakthrough gave her mysterious confidence.

At least she felt that she also had a chance to become a grandmaster.

In response to this.

Yue Buqun just smiled.

Didn't respond.

Bai Feifei was smarter and chose to remain silent just now.

On the other side.

In the capital city where good and bad people are mixed and the air is full of smoke and miasma.

All forces are accumulating strength and making plans in secret.

Even if Wan San Qian's side.

It's not harmonious inside.

This is not...

Jiang Beiqing secretly followed Wan Sanqian's driver for a night.

It was not until the morning that he returned.

Da.

Jiang Beiqing pushed the door.

But the next moment he froze.

Because Wan Sanqian was sitting in his room.

Sipping his favorite tea.

Playing with his favorite antiques.

"Meet the boss."

Jiang Beiqing is a bodyguard and a hired farmhand.

He has many handles in Wan Sanqian's hands.

So he has always been polite to Wan Sanqian.

"You didn't come back all night."

Wan Sanqian directly told Jiang Beiqing about his disappearance.

"Boss. ”

“Beiqing has already asked for leave in advance.”

Jiang Beiqing felt that he had done nothing wrong.

He also felt that what he did was impeccable.

Even if Wan Sanqian was the boss, he couldn’t do whatever he wanted.

“I know.”

“If you just go to have sex, that’s fine.”

“Wan is even willing to help you.”

Wan Sanqian shook his head, put down his teacup, and sighed heavily: “But you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t follow my driver.”

His driver.

He was Wan Sanqian’s most trusted subordinate.

He was responsible for secretly transporting supplies to the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi.

“Okay.”

“Since you know, I won’t hide it. ” (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Jiang Bei asked coldly: "I can also practice the Phantom Magic. With my talent, I can achieve some success within ten years. But why is it those four freaks, not me?"

Money can move people's hearts.

The only thing that can make a warrior move, or even abandon his loyalty, is a unique skill.

"Your ambition is too big."

"Although I took you in and protected you, you and your family are born with the blood of betrayal."

Wan Sanqian sneered, "You only know the news of the Phantom Divine Art now, and you dare to secretly plan behind my back. If you can practice it successfully, will you still submit to me?"

Jiang Beiqing.

The descendant of Jiang Biehe, the traitor of Yihua Palace.

His ancestors betrayed their benefactors, and he is now following the same path.

"Then there is nothing we can do."

Jiang Beiqing suddenly became ferocious.

"To put it in your words..."

"You should never come to see me alone."

Jiang Beiqing's palm condensed true energy.

He is best at whip techniques.

But the palm techniques passed down by the Jiang family are not weak either.

"As expected."

Wan Sanqian was very disappointed.

He sat here and took control of Jiang Beiqing's favorite thing.

It was to give Jiang Beiqing the last chance. []

It's a pity.

Jiang Beiqing gave up on his own.

"Playing tricks."

Jiang Beiqing didn't bother to talk nonsense, and sent a palm print to Wan Sanqian's head.

The sword flashed.

Jiang Beiqing was so scared that he hurriedly changed his moves...

In an instant, the two sides had already exchanged more than ten moves.

Jiang Beiqing's body retreated.

He came directly to the door.

"Not bad."

Lin Zhongxiong walked out slowly from the blind spot behind the screen.

Although Jiang Beiqing's palm method seemed to be without much force.

But each palm was extremely terrifying.

This is it.

The palm that Lin Zhongxiong avoided just now hit the wooden pillar behind him.

A clear palm print was printed on the wooden pillar.

"You again."

Jiang Beiqing was puzzled by Wan Sanqian's choice last time.

But he thought Wan Sanqian was deliberately trying to make peace with Fuwei Escort Agency, so he didn't take it seriously.

Only later did he know that Wan Sanqian didn't trust him and preferred to trust a temporary outsider.

"Head of the escort."

"I want to ask him a few more things."

Wan Sanqian made a request.

The implication was that he wanted to be alive.

"Damn it."

Jiang Beiqing was very confident in his martial arts.

He had never been humiliated like this.

No nonsense.

The strongest palm technique was used to kill directly.

This time there was no reservation.

Just like a big axe splitting a mountain, it was slashed down diagonally.

It seemed to take the head.

It seemed to attack the arms and chest.

It seems that there is nothing mysterious, but in fact, the palm style contains several changes.

And the speed of change is also jaw-dropping.

Lin Zhongxiong's Hanshan Sword made three moves, and he changed three moves in an instant.

Finally, it turned into an unavoidable palm.

Hanshan Sword was hit directly.

But in the flash of lightning, Lin Zhongxiong smiled evilly and retreated half a step.

At the same time, a silver light passed by Jiang Beiqing's eyes.

"Ah..."

Jiang Beiqing screamed and flew awayEscaped out of the door.

Relying on the terrifying memory, he flew over the courtyard wall of the first floor.

Quickly escaped into the river.

"The Flower-Splitting and Willow-Brushing Palm is pretty good."

Lin Zhongxiong took back the silver feather arrow in his hand and said regretfully: "If it weren't for Master Wan's request to capture him alive, I would not have destroyed his eyes just now, but pierced his heart."

"It's Wan's fault."

1.4 Sanqian decisively admitted his defeat.

The previous Lin Zhongxiong had no hidden weapon skills at all.

When did he learn it?

And it was such an elegant little arrow.

"It's the second day."

Lin Zhongxiong reminded: "Master Wan, our cooperation only has one day left."

"Wan knows."

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Escort."

Wan Sanqian admired Lin Zhongxiong's integrity.

I think it is the most practical to cooperate with such a person.

It is a pity.