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

Long Xiaoyun knew he had lost.

But he didn't look at Yu Hongyan, who was full of pride.

He didn't even bother with Linghu Chong, who was grinning.

He just looked at Ah Fei.

"Ten years old?"

"I'm afraid not yet."

Long Xiaoyun was shocked and couldn't believe it.

Although his sudden attack was just a product of an emergency change of tactics.

But it also condensed 60% of his power.

Under normal circumstances.

Such power is enough to shock a big buffalo to death.

But the power Ah Fei showed was not much inferior to his 60% power.

If Ah Fei could practice for a few more years.

Wouldn't Ah Fei be able to kill himself with one hand at that time?

"Please!"

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi came.

They didn't give Long Xiaoyun a chance to talk nonsense.

Use the grappling hand at the same time.

Directly lock Long Xiaoyun.

Long Xiaoyun lowered his head.

He didn't have the face to look anyone in front of him.

This time he lost not only his dignity.

But also his heart of martial arts.

"This man is ruined."

Feng Buping shook his head.

This was not a pity, but a disdain for Long Xiaoyun's stupid choice and fragile mentality.

"But he won't give up, he will come back."

Yue Buqun shook his head.

Feng Buping asked: "Does he still have the nerve to provoke us Huashan?"

"Yes."

Yue Buqun replied: "If he can fall in love with his sworn brother's fiancée, what else can he not do?"

"But it is rumored that Long Xiaoyun didn't know about it beforehand."

Feng Buping was still a little puzzled.

"He said he didn't know about it, so he didn't know about it?"

"Even if he really didn't know about it, wouldn't he ask about it?"

Yue Buqun sneered: "For this kind of thing, basically, even Li Yuan's servants will know the answer, right?"

He didn't deliberately target him.

But the matter really doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

The most ironic thing is that the person who was calculated was foolish enough to fulfill it.

In the end, he even gave away his ancestral property.

How can such a disloyal and unfilial fool get the recognition of Yue Buqun?

"Okay."

Feng Buping stopped commenting on Long Xiaoyun.

Because he knew that the person who came next time might not be Long Xiaoyun.

But the third on the Weapon List who betrayed his ancestors.

"Are you interested by then?"

Yue Buqun was thinking of something else.

If he remembered correctly.

In addition to the flying knife, Li Xunhuan was also very good at internal strength, lightness and swordsmanship.

You should know that Li Xunhuan fought more than 300 battles in his life.

Invincible.

Never lost.

And he didn't win every time by flying knives.

Many times, the battle ended before the flying knife was used.

"I couldn't ask for more."

Feng Buping had long wanted to see how terrifying the peerless masters at the top of the weapon list were.

Although he could spar with Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang at any time.

In fact, he felt very frustrated.

Yue Buqun's martial arts were too high, so high that he didn't even have the mind to spar with him.

Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords were too restrained, and they couldn't communicate at all.

If he could choose.

He would rather communicate with Guo Songyang and Jing Wuming.

"As long as he doesn't use flying knives."

"Nothing else matters."

Feng Buping was very confident.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "If Senior Brother Feng has this idea, you will lose halfway."

"Hmm?"

Feng Buping became alert instantly.

"Except for the flying knife, the other martial arts of that guy are all inherited from his family."

"Not to mention the complexity, his internal strength is not inferior to Senior Brother Feng."

Yue Buqun was not exaggerating.

There was a scene in the original plot that he remembered very clearly.

The Plum Blossom Thief once forced several wine glasses into a solid wood table.

But Li Xunhuan just clapped his hands and shook all the wine glasses out.

The most incredible thing is that not even a drop of wine spilled from the wine glasses.

This is not something that can be achieved by having deep internal strength.

Without absolute control of one's own internal strength.

It is impossible to achieve such micro-manipulation.

"Let's talk about his swordsmanship."

Feng Buping listened to Yue Buqun's "indirect" description.

The swordsman's heart was ready to move.

"His swordsmanship..."

Yue Buqun had a deep impression:

Li Xunhuan lost to Guo Songyang only after he did not use the flying knife and intentionally gave up his moves.

In short.

Li Xunhuan without the flying knife was a master of the same level as Guo Songyang and Jing Wuming.

But once the flying knife was added, he was the first in the weapon list.

"Interesting!"

"I wish I could have a fight with him now."

Feng Buping's long-lost desire to win came out.

He knew that he could not catch Li Xunhuan's flying knife.

It was the same as he could not catch Yue Buqun's Haoran sword energy and could not withstand Dongfang Bubai's flying needles.

But he did not believe that he could not beat Li Xunhuan in other fields, especially in the field of kendo.

"Then wait."

Yue Buqun smiled and said, "I think he will be here soon."

Feng Buping said nothing more.

Wait and see.

It was only half a decade.

A dark and windy night.

There was no music or cheers that night.

Even the moon and stars were hidden.

Only the scattered lights on the mountain peaks made people feel a little bit of peace.

Qinyun Cottage.

Lin Shiyin stared at the vast night.

Didn't move.

Not only the body.

And the look in her eyes.

She seemed to be lost in some predicament and lost herself.

Half a breath ago, her eyes were filled with infinite lovesickness.

At this moment, her heart was filled with inexplicable infinite sorrow.

Da.

The figure fell.

It was Yue Buqun.

This was the sound he made deliberately.

Otherwise, with his strength, he would not have to make a sound at all.

"Master."

"Will he really come?"

Lin Shiyin finally made a sound. (To read the exciting novel, go to Flylu Novel Network!)

At this moment.

I felt that she was alive.

But she was just alive.

"Yes."

"Whether it was for you or for Long Xiaoyun."[]

Yue Buqun's answer was very affirmative.

Lin Shiyin's face froze.

What she hoped for was a negative answer.

Unconsciously.

The long-lost gloom rose to her eyebrows again.

"If you don't want to see him."

Yue Buqun promised: "I guarantee that he will never have the chance to meet you."

"I know."

"You are the only two people in the world who can say this."

Lin Shiyin nodded.

She didn't know how high Yue Buqun's martial arts were.

But she believed in professionalism.

Believe in Bai Xiaosheng's vision.

"What's your decision?"

Yue Buqun was really looking forward to it.

Such a delicate and beautiful woman who also understands music.

It's impossible to send her back, right?

"Wait..."

"When I can face him as a friend, I will go to see him."

"Now, I don't know."

Lin Shiyin made her mind clear.

She had devoted more than ten years without regrets, but was given away as a gift.

This level.

She couldn't get through it.

"Okay then."

Yue Buqun flew down.

Towards the martial arts arena.

Towards the mountain path.

He was like an evil spirit born in the darkness.

Landing.

He just stood on the martial arts arena.

Just staring at the only way up the mountain.

As he landed.

Footsteps gradually came from the mountain path.

The footsteps were heavy.

The man seemed very tired.

This is a tall figure, but overall it is upright.

In the darkness, a pair of strange eyes that seemed to be green lighted up.

At this time.

The bright moon finally walked out of the dark clouds.

Sprinkled the moonlight on the land of Huashan.

The image of the person coming became more and more vivid.

Although his hair was a little messy and his clothes were covered with dust.

He was filled with a strong sense of vicissitudes inside and out.

But it was this vicissitudes that gave this pictureThe handsome face added a bit of charm.

"You shouldn't have come."

Yue Buqun was very disappointed.

He thought he would meet Li Xunhuan.

But he didn't expect it to be this kind of Li Xunhuan.

"But I still came."

Li Xunhuan stopped.

But he didn't give in.

Yue Buqun asked: "You should know the consequences of facing me."

"I know."

"But you still have to come."

Li Xunhuan slowly took out the flying knife.

This is the first time in his life that he has encountered such a strong person who makes people despair.

This is the first time in his life that he has to prepare the flying knife before he makes a move.

He knows better.

Facing Yue Buqun directly, he only has one chance to make a move.

313 "From where?"

Yue Buqun didn't seem to have the heart to duel.

I still have the mood to chat.

"Beijing."

"Baihua Tower."

Li Xunhuan did not hide anything.

When he received the pigeon letter from Long Xiaoyun, he gave up everything.

Including the courtesan who was about to be in his hands.

Including the new friends he made.

He ran for three days and three nights without sleep.

At this point.

His internal energy was almost exhausted.

People also reached a certain extreme state of collapse.

"Such a flying knife is boring."

Yue Buqun's voice suddenly became empty.

Li Xunhuan's eyes also bloomed with a green light like a beast.

If his eyes were full of life and joy before.

Then now it is the evil ghost that escaped from the underworld, locking on the prey in the human world.

"It's meaningless."

Yue Buqun's voice became more and more empty.

Li Xunhuan's face was full of disbelief.

Yue Buqun was clearly standing in front of him.

He was clearly within the range of his flying knife.

But the knife in his heart had lost all focus.

It's not that Yue Buqun's aura has disappeared.

On the contrary.

The aura of Yue Buqun was all around.

The spiritual imprint of Yue Buqun was all around.

He couldn't understand what kind of martial arts this was, and what kind of martial arts realm this was.

He only felt the strongest confusion and despair in his life.

Nothing else.

"Give up."

Yue Buqun made the final declaration.

"Impossible."

Li Xunhuan still insisted.

But.

A strand of messy hair fell slowly by his ear.

Falling from his eyes.

Holding by his hand that was not holding the knife.

"When did you attack?"

Li Xunhuan was completely desperate.

He didn't even know when Yue Buqun attacked.

If Yue Buqun had not targeted this strand of hair just now, but his eyes, his fatal point.

He would be dead now.

He died inexplicably.

He also died in vain.

“The name of the sword…”

“Xi Yi!”.