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

Thinking Cliff.

Under the bright moonlight, the fireless and lampless Thinking Cliff was actually dark.

Feng Qingyang looked up and stood with his hands behind his back.

He was not admiring the moon.

But waiting for someone.

The next moment.

He felt something and turned his head to look at the dense forest below the mountain.

I saw a man rushing out of the dense forest like a crane, stretching comfortably and with a natural look.

He first stepped on the rocks, and then stepped on the grass on the cliff. He simply crossed the nearly 20-zhang cliff and landed accurately on the Thinking Cliff.

"Yue Buqun greets Uncle Feng."

Yue Buqun saluted respectfully.

Feng Qingyang must be on the list of the top ten tragic characters in [Swordsman].

Thinking that he was the number one in the Sword Sect, he was deceived to go down the mountain and marry a prostitute when he was at his most glorious.

After returning to the mountain, he was sad to find that his fellow apprentices, sisters, and nephews were almost all killed, and the murderer was his own family, so he had no way to take revenge.

If it were so, it would be fine, but the enemy himself was also seriously injured, causing the inheritance of his own sect to be almost cut off, and he had to secretly protect him.

Decades later, he was old and weak, and finally met a Huashan disciple who was slightly worthy of his attention. He happily gave him the highest inheritance, but in the end, this disciple was expelled from the mountain gate.

Feng Qingyang's life was a life of sadness, helplessness, and loneliness.

"Your Qinggong is not like my Huashan Sect."

Feng Qingyang did not turn around.

During the weakest period of Huashan Sect, he secretly protected it for several years.

Until Yue Buqun's Purple Cloud Divine Art reached the fourth level.

He then officially retired.

If it wasn't for the white board evil star this time.

If it wasn't for the fact that Huashan couldn't afford to lose.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to go down the mountain.

But he didn't expect that he would be locked by Yue Buqun's spiritual sense and tracked here before he even made a move.

"Uncle Feng, you are wrong."

"Our Huashan Sect's Qinggong is derived from the Quanzhen Sect's Jinyan Gong. Although it is not the best in the martial arts world, it is also extraordinary."

Yue Buqun refuted calmly: "Then Buqun integrated the mysterious steps of the Leopard Tail Kick and the Eagle Snake Life and Death Fight, and the essence of Xingyi into it, and it was reborn into a higher level of body skills."

"What a monster."

"I am not as good as you."

Feng Qingyang sighed.

In fact, he felt Yue Buqun's evil earlier than Ning Zhongze.

Because he was the first person to sense Yue Buqun's great perfection of Zixia Divine Art.

Moreover, because he was the first person to see Yue Buqun deduce the Yangwu Sword Technique to the sixth level and condense the Haoran Sword Intent.

Then.

Feng Qingyang recovered and asked: "Then why did you chase me?"

Yue Buqun replied: "I came to invite Master Feng to return to the mountain gate to take charge."

"After that night."

"The Sword Sect and the Qi Sect have already parted ways."

Feng Qingyang refused in disguise.

"Uncle Feng."

"The split between the Qi and Jian sects is a conspiracy."

Yue Buqun didn't want to waste words.

"Hmm? ”

Instantly, the sword's will soared into the sky.

The sword's energy whistled like a strong wind in the mountains.

Feng Qingyang's strength was unreserved at this moment.

"In the past, a strange book called "Sunflower Manual" appeared in the world..."

Yue Buqun didn't waste words.

The secrets and conspiracies of the past were ruthlessly revealed.

Squeak!

The mountain wall above the Siguo Cliff was cut by the sword's energy, leaving a finger-long white mark.

The huge Siguo Rock was even more mottled and chaotic with sword marks.

It was completely unrecognizable at this moment.

"It's like this!"

"How could it be like this? "

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

He was on good terms with many Shaolin monks.

Some of them even had friendships of more than 20 years.

I didn't expect that they would call each other brothers on the surface, but stab each other in the back.

"Brother! Junior brother..."

"Shaolin!"

Feng Qingyang remembered the years when he and his fellow apprentices practiced sword together.

He remembered the beautiful faces and hearty laughter of his senior and junior sisters.

Thinking.

Holding it.

Eyes gradually turned blood red.

Teeth also began to grind.

But the following plot was completely different from what Yue Buqun had planned:

Feng Qingyang actually went down the mountain with his sword.

Yue Buqun asked: "Where is Uncle Feng going?"

Feng Qingyang instructed: "You continue to close the mountain and guard the house, I will be back soon. ”

Yue Buqun directly stood sideways, blocking the middle of the mountain road.

He didn’t say where he was going.

But even a fool knew where he was going.

Yue Buqun stopped him coldly, saying: “If you want to die, you have to get past Buqun first.”

It was not easy for him to catch Feng Qingyang, who could help guard the gate.

How could he be allowed to die so easily?

“Young Yue.”

“Don’t think you can order me around just because you’re the head!”

Feng Qingyang pretended to be vicious.

But Yue Buqun was indifferent, and even slowly drew his sword.

“Uncle Feng.”

“We at Huashan have always had a tradition of fighting to make decisions.”

Yue Buqun invited: “The moonlight is charming today, why don’t we follow the tradition?”

“You’ll regret it.” "

Feng Qingyang reminded him coldly.

While he was speaking, the sword intent rushed to his mind.

Yue Buqun seemed to feel a surge of sword intent forcing him.

For a moment, he felt as if he was in the middle of a torrent, unable to control himself.

"I underestimated my uncle."

Yue Buqun smiled elegantly.

The sword came out, and the sword intent was formed.

The vast waves were majestic, and the spirit was lifted.

The mighty and majestic sword intent directly broke through Feng Qingyang's DuguSword Intention.

"The heroic spirit fills the heaven and earth!"

"You have reached such a state!"

Feng Qingyang was moved again.

He knew Yue Buqun's extraordinaryness.

He also overestimated Yue Buqun's strength as much as possible.

But when he actually faced it, he felt that he had underestimated it.

Suddenly.

A death warning flashed in Feng Qingyang's mind.

The next moment he retreated two steps with a muffled groan.

"Uncle Master."

"In fact, I have comprehended more than one sword intention."

Yue Buqun seemed to move, but also seemed not to move.

Face it calmly.

"It is called Yi if you can't see it, and it is called Xi if you can't hear it."

"Xi Yi sword intention?"

Feng Qingyang restrained his sword intention, and his eyes trembled.

The meaning of Yangwu Sword Technique is derived from [Nourish my Haoran Qi].

In the original novel, it is Yue Buqun's signature sword technique.

However, Yue Buqun pushed it to the extreme and actually cultivated Haoran Sword Intention.

This is simply unbelievable.

But what is even more incredible is that not only Yangwu Sword Technique, but also Xiyi Sword Intention has reached the same height.

You should know that Xiyi originally means bodyless, soundless, and colorless.

It means emptiness and mystery.

Once the Xuji Sword Intention is condensed, it is definitely not inferior to Haoran Sword Intention.