Bai Muyu and others behind him looked at Fakong angrily, feeling that Fakong's words were too vicious and unkind to the monks.
Ning Haiping laughed and shook his head: "Master can really joke. There is no need to say more about the relationship between our Tianhai Sword Sect and the Demon Sect."
Fakong smiled: "You are really here just for the swordsmanship?"
Ning Haiping said in a deep voice: "That's right, what other purpose does Master think we have?"
"Isn't it for personal enmity?" Fakong looked at Bai Muyu and said with a smile: "This benefactor is filled with resentment and hatred, but for what reason?"
Bai Muyu's face changed slightly.
He really couldn't control his anger.
Not only because his martial arts skills were abolished, but also because his nephew Bai Jingqian, who originally had a great future and could become the master of the Chunshui Sword Sect, took a sudden turn for the worse, just because of this monk Fakong!
The hatred in his heart was like a surging river, endless, and he wished he could just stab Fakong to death with a sword.
Fakong smiled and said: "This benefactor, please make it clear where I have offended you. Reporting a private grudge to the public will harm the relationship between our two sects."
Bai Muyu suppressed his anger, looked indifferent, and said slowly: "There is no personal grudge. Master has misunderstood."
Fakong smiled: "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. The donor should relax his mind."
"Yes." Bai Muyu endured the aggrievedness and joined the tithe.
Fakong looked at Ning Haiping: "How many sword techniques will Ning Shi mainly compete with the poor monk?"
"Master is a young man, so he still has to compete with young people." Ning Haiping waved his hand: "Qinghe."
Fu Qinghe took two steps forward, cupped his fists and said, "Fu Qinghe, I have met Master Fakong, please give me some advice."
Fakong smiled and said: "The swordsmanship of the poor monk is indeed average. It is not comparable to the swordsmanship of the Tianhai Sword Sect, so I'd better not show off my shame."
Fu Qinghe said calmly: "Master, are you afraid?"
Fakong said: "I'm really afraid. If I really defeat Donor Fu, wouldn't it bring disgrace to your sect? I, a person who is good at Buddhism but not swordsmanship, can actually defeat the Tianhai Sword Sect's swordsmanship. It's really unbelievable.
…”
He smiled and shook his head.
Sensed Fu Qinghe's murderous intention.
This Fu Qinghe really wanted to kill him and would never hold back.
Fu Qinghe said coldly: "There will be no such thing."
Ning Haiping frowned. He felt that Fa Kong was not as kind and gentle as everyone said.
Instead, he was full of bad ideas and kept getting worse.
These words made Fakong speak as if it was natural for Fu Qinghe to win, and it would be a disgrace to the Tianhai Sword Sect if he lost.
Fakong shook his head and said: "As a monk, I really don't like to fight for strength and show off my ruthlessness, so let's forget it."
"Master seems to be really scared!" Fu Qinghe looked impatient.
He didn't expect Fa Kong to be so stubborn and jump sideways repeatedly.
"This is not an example," Fakong said with a smile: "I accepted the challenge for no reason. Can everyone come and challenge me? Then where will I find the time to practice Buddhism and mantra?"
"What exactly does the master want to say?"
Fakong said: "If you lose, then become my attendant."
"Impossible!" Ning Haiping shouted in a deep voice.
Bai Muyu's eyes widened, she didn't expect Fakong to be so shameless.
You can say this!
Fakong smiled and said: "I come here to challenge you for no reason. I have no personal grudges. If I don't refuse anyone who comes, won't I be overwhelmed all day long? Anyone who wants to challenge me must agree to one condition of me. If you don't agree, forget it.
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"Your conditions are too harsh." Ning Haiping said in a deep voice.
Fakong looked at Fu Qinghe and said with a smile: "Donor Ning thinks that Donor Fu is not my opponent? Donor Fu is afraid?"
"If I lose, I can be your attendant, but I will challenge you once a year. If I can win, I will no longer be your attendant." Fu Qinghe said coldly, his eyes twinkling.
Fa Kong smiled and nodded: "Okay."
He looked at Ning Haiping, then at the others, and said with a smile: "Can your Tianhai Sword Sect agree to this condition?"
"They don't have to agree, I just have to agree myself!" Fu Qinghe said coldly: "I can be my own master."
Ning Haiping's face was gloomy and his mouth was astringent.
I didn't expect Fa Kong to be so cunning.
This really pushed Fu Qinghe into a corner. If he didn't agree, he would be incompetent. He agreed, just in case...
No chance!
No matter how strong Fakong is, he can't be stronger than Fu Qinghe.
Fu Qinghe drew his sword: "Let's do it!"
Fakong looked at Ning Haiping: "Donor Ning, what do you think? Can you agree?"
Bai Muyu gritted his teeth and said, "What if you lose?"
"If you lose, then admit defeat." Fakong smiled and said, "Do I also want to become the attendant of Benefactor Fu? This is impossible."
Bai Muyu sneered.
Ning Haiping saw Fu Qinghe's gloomy face and knew that he was extremely impatient. If he didn't agree, Fu Qinghe might turn around and leave.
"Okay!" Ning Haiping said solemnly: "I agree to this condition!"
Lin Feiyang chuckled.
Fakong said: "If Master Fu becomes my attendant, he will no longer be a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect."
"This is natural." Ning Haiping said solemnly: "If he becomes your attendant, he can no longer be a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect!"
A disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect becomes an attendant of a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect. If you say this, how can the Tianhai Sword Sect lose its face?
Could it be that the Tianhai Sword Sect is one level lower than the Snow Mountain Sect?
So once Fu Qinghe loses, he will no longer be a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect, which is equivalent to being expelled from the sect. This is indeed a bit harsh.
Fakong looked at Fu Qinghe: "Donor Fu, can you agree?"
"Yes." Fu Qinghe said coldly: "Why bother talking nonsense, just do it!"
Fakong smiled and said: "Very good, let's get started."
A clear light flew out of his sleeve, as clear and bright as a stream of autumn water, and pierced straight towards Fu Qinghe.
Fu Qinghe held his sword across his chest, trying to block the sword.
The sword seemed to be light and calm, but it was extremely fast. It was in front of him in an instant, making him unable to dodge and strike at the same time.
"Tsk!" Fukong's sword tip pierced Fu Qinghe's sword body, and the sword tip was already in front of his throat.
"Accept." Fa Kong drew his sword and came back, smiling.
"You..." Fu Qinghe was stunned.
He looked down at his sword and saw that it had been broken into two pieces.
Fakong's sword was thrust vertically, and it was cut on the sword's body like a knife. Fu Qinghe's sword could not block it.
"You..." Fu Qinghe couldn't believe it.
Ning Haiping's expression changed drastically, he stared at Fakong and said in a deep voice: "Master, what a sharp sword!"
Fakong looked at him with a smile: "Donor Ning, what you mean is that I rely on the power of the sword, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Well, my sword is indeed good, but it is not a magic sword." Fakong nodded and stretched out his hand.
The long sword on Ning Haiping's waist suddenly unsheathed, flew into the air, and landed on Fakong's hand with a slight shake.
"Buzz..." The sound of the sword was like a hundred bees flying together.
Fakong smiled and said, "Come again."
He stabbed out again, and the clear light was like a stream of autumn water. The speed seemed not fast, but in fact it was extremely fast.
Fu Qinghe's turbulent thoughts immediately calmed down when he saw the light of the sword approaching, and the horizontal sword was blocked in front of him again.
Only half of the sword body still accurately blocked Fakong's sword tip.
"Chi!" With a slight whistle, the tip of the sword pierced his body again and reached his throat.
Fakong put away his sword, smiled, and tossed it gently.
The long sword was immediately and accurately inserted back into the scabbard on Ning Haiping's waist.
Ning Haiping pulled out the long sword that had just been sheathed.
He held the sword in front of him and looked at the tip of the sword. There was no mark on it, as if it was not the sword that had pierced the sword just now, but another sword.
Fakong said: "My sword technique is also invincible, so its power is pretty good, right?"
Everyone was extremely surprised.
I didn't expect that there is such a sword technique in the world. With this sword technique, no matter what moves you learn, you can just practice one move.
Fu Qinghe stared blankly at the only fragment of his sword that was left, with a gloomy expression on his face. Suddenly he spat out a bloody arrow and fell forward.
Bai Muyu was well prepared and knew something was wrong when he saw his sword destroyed.
Where the sword is, the man is alive; when the sword dies, the man dies.
This is a fatal flaw of the Qing Sword lineage that outsiders don’t know about.
He had already paid attention to Fu Qinghe, and when he saw him vomiting blood, he rushed forward and was able to help Fu Qinghe, who was falling forward.
"Master Fu!" Ning Haiping said in a deep voice.
He took a deep look at Fakong.
Fakong smiled and said: "Donor Fu is my attendant from now on. Has he left the Tianhai Sword Sect?"
"...Yes." Ning Haiping gritted his teeth: "But don't you think it's too vicious, Master?"
"Vicious?" Fakong looked surprised: "How can you say this? It only broke his sword, but did not hurt his life. How can he be vicious?"
"You..." Ning Haiping hesitated.
He couldn't tell the fatal weakness of the Duanqingjian lineage of the Tianhai Sword Sect. People die with the sword, and people die with the sword. This is not because the disciples of the Duanqingjian lineage love the sword too much, die of grief, or die with the sword.
It is caused by the mentality of the Love-Destroying Sword.
The mental method backfires, leading to obsession and death.
Now Fu Qinghe is only in the first stage. Within the next hour, he will suffer the backlash of the Love-Destroying Sword Heart Technique and gradually lose his vitality.
This is a very painful process, and no panacea can save it. Death is inevitable.
Fakong said: "He is injured, should he go back with you first, or should he belong to me directly and be regarded as my attendant?"
Ning Haiping pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Our Tianhai Sword Sect has always acted openly and aboveboard. If you lose, you lose. Fu Qinghe is now your attendant, master... If the master is jealous and kills him, I, Tianhai, will
The Sword Sect has nothing to say!"
There is no doubt that Fu Qinghe will die, so he should maximize his value. It would be better to die in the Vajra Temple than to die in the Tianhai Villa. It would also damage Fakong's reputation.
Fakong nodded lightly and glanced at Lin Feiyang.
"Yes." Lin Feiyang stepped forward to take Fu Qinghe, smiled at Bai Muyu, and patted his back: "Take care."
Bai Muyu was shocked and his expression changed drastically.
Lin Feiyang had already picked up Fu Qinghe and came to Fakong: "Abbott, he is dying."
"Help him back and feed him some divine water," Fakong said.
He smiled at Ning Haiping and said, "Donor Ning, do you have any other advice?"
"...Master's good skills, I admire him!" Ning Haiping gritted his teeth and said slowly.
"What we are comparing is swordsmanship." Fakong smiled: "There are many kinds of swordsmanship. We can't just focus on the exquisite ones, right?"
Ning Haiping looked at him deeply and saluted: "Farewell!"
He turned around and left.
Bai Muyu stared at Lin Feiyang.
Lin Feiyang supported Fu Qinghe and looked at him with a smile.