Standing at the entrance of the cave was an old man with a white beard and a green robe. He looked depressed, his face was like gold paper, his eyes were bright and energetic, but his complexion was a little gloomy, as if he had not been exposed to the sun for many years.
"Uncle Grand Master, why are you out here?"
Linghu Chong turned around to help the old man. The old man waved his hand and slowly walked out of the cave. He looked up at the rising sun, squinted his eyes, and murmured: "It's such a warm day."
"Warm days come every day," Su Yang said with a smile, "It just depends on whether Mr. Feng is willing to walk out of the cave."
"Do you recognize me?" The old man was a little surprised.
Over there, Tian Boguang had already said in a trembling voice: "You...are you Feng Qingyang, Mr. Feng?"
The old man sighed, looked at the sun, and said without looking back: "It's rare that there are still people in the world who know Feng's name, and two people who know me came here at once."
Tian Boguang's face turned a little green when he heard Feng Qingyang identify himself. He secretly thought that he has been in bad luck recently. Why is everything not going well? No wonder those people asked me to go up the mountain to challenge Linghu Chong. The purpose of achieving eight achievements was to force this old man out.
But once this old man comes out, will I still have my life?
Thinking of this, Tian Boguang couldn't help but want to retreat and secretly retreat towards the path down the mountain. As for the poison on his body, he couldn't care less about it. He wanted to escape with his life first.
"Tell the people who asked you to come that Feng is here waiting for them." Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back and faced the sun, but he knew exactly what was happening behind him.
Tian Boguang immediately fled down the mountain as if he had been granted amnesty. After Tian Boguang had escaped about half a mile, Su Yang winked at He Tieshou, and He Tieshou followed him quietly, keeping a distance, and she also
With Qinggong, he can perform various changes, whether it is to follow Tian Boguang or to escape from danger, it is not difficult.
Feng Qingyang still put his hands behind his back and basked in the sun for a while before turning his head to look at Su Yang.
"Are you Liu Zhengfeng's nephew?"
"Exactly." Su Yang nodded.
Feng Qingyang said: "I heard that you were so powerful in Hengshan City that the Songshan Sect suffered a big fall. Why, now you have brought a little thief to hurt the Huashan Sect?"
Su Yang smiled and said: "Mr. Feng is not a member of the Huashan Sect. In the battle between Jianzong and Qizong, the Jianzong lost and quit the Huashan Sect as promised. Mr. Feng is a member of the Jianzong."
Feng Qingyang stared at Su Yang for a moment with a smile but not a smile, and snorted: "You are young, but you know a lot. After all, what are you doing here?"
"Does the old gentleman know the Hero Order?" Su Yang asked.
Feng Qingyang lived in seclusion in Huashan and knew very little about the latest news in the world. Linghu Chong told him that Su Yang was causing trouble in Hengshan City, so he shook his head and looked at Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong came over and explained to Feng Qingyang.
Qingyang stroked his beard and said, "That's it."
Su Yang thought for a while and said: "I have no other intention of going up the mountain this time. I have a peak token that I want to give to Mr. Feng."
Before Feng Qingyang said anything, Linghu Chong said, "How come my uncle, Grand Master, can only get a second-class token?"
Feng Qingyang waved his hand obligingly and said with a smile: "I am a reclusive person in the world. I just regard it as a joke to get any number of tokens. It is nothing. You can bring it and I will take a look.
Fresh."
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyang agreed to accept the token so easily. This surprised Su Yang. A Peak Order appeared in his hand and was handed over.
Feng Qingyang took the token and played with it in his hand: "Well, it looks like iron but not iron, and it looks like gold but not gold. It's an interesting thing. Boy, I have withdrawn from the world. It's useless to have this thing. Boy, take it.
Let’s play.”
After saying that, he actually threw the pinnacle order to Linghu Chong.
At this time, Linghu Chong hadn't even learned the Dugu Nine Swords, the Star-Absorbing **, and the Yi Jin Jing, and it was impossible to talk about it. In terms of martial arts, a fourth-class token was not enough. If he accepted a second-class token all of a sudden, wouldn't he have to attract big names?
disaster.
It can also be seen from this that Feng Qingyang has a strong sense of world-weariness, and I am afraid that he really does not want to show up in the world again for the rest of his life.
As soon as Linghu Chong picked up the brand, Su Yang's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling immediately emerged in his mind, secretly it was going to be bad! It seemed that if there was a big difference between the person who picked up the brand and the grade of the brand, there would soon be trouble.
!
Linghu Chong picked up the sign and looked at it carelessly. He smiled and put it in his arms. Feng Qingyang said lightly: "You have many evil thoughts, but I can tell you that this sign is for you, not for your master."
of."
Su Yang took this opportunity and said quickly: "His martial arts skills are not good. With this brand, there is a high probability that people will come to snatch it. I think it is safer to give it to his master."
Sure enough, Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows: "Who is born with peerless martial arts? If he is not good at martial arts, why can't he learn it? With me here, he can't learn peerless martial arts?"
Of course I can learn it, but I can't.
If a swordsman learns to pass by Dugu Nine Swords, he will probably be upset and unable to sleep for several years. Su Yang thought for a while, made up his mind, and said directly: "I want to learn too!"
Feng Qingyang was stunned. He had probably never met such a straightforward guy before. He looked at Su Yang for a moment and burst into laughter.
"You know what kung fu I'm talking about, and you want to learn it?" Feng Qingyang looked at the sword on Su Yang's waist and said with a smile: "I see that the few times you handed Tian Boguang just now were not mediocre. The old man is here alone.
I haven’t fought anyone in the mountains for more than ten years, how about I try a few moves here and there?"
"Respect is worse than obeying orders!" Su Yang nodded, took off the blood sword and put it aside, and borrowed Linghu Chong's sword. The blood sword was too sharp and cut off the enemy's weapon in just one fight, so why fight?
Linghu Chong went to the cave and called out Yue Lingshan. Yue Lingshan held her long sword and handed it to Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang held the sword in his hand and swung it casually a few times without using any moves. He seemed to be familiar with the sword itself. He looked at the sword and said slowly: "Hey, I haven't touched it in more than ten years."
Su Yang said: "How about we just compete with swordsmen?"
Feng Qingyang said: "Why?"
"The old gentleman is a master of the Sword Sect. If he uses his internal strength, even if he wins, he still won't be able to show the style of the Sword Sect." Su Yang said with a smile.
Feng Qingyang pondered for a moment, then understood what Su Yang meant, and said with a smile: "He is a kind boy, that's fine. I'm old. It's really not good to incite my true energy to fight against you young people. Let's compare moves.
.”
"Please!"
Su Yangqing shouted and stabbed Feng Qingyang's left shoulder with a sharp sword.
Feng Qingyang squinted his eyes and stared at the long sword in Su Yang's hand. He never made any move and frowned slightly, as if he couldn't resist. It wasn't until the long sword was about to stab his shoulder that he reluctantly ducked to one side, and then
He returned the sword smoothly.
There is a faint shadow of Huashan's swordsmanship in this sword. It is not fast, and the angle is not tricky. It is not even as strong as Linghu Chong's swordsmanship. The only advantage is that it is extremely skilled in the moves, without any sloppiness, and it seems to be easy to pick up.
Su Yang was naturally not afraid of this kind of powerful swordsmanship and easily blocked it, which was very strange in his heart.
What's going on?
Feng Qingyang is a great guy. He was re-elected in the original plot, and Fang Zheng and others praised him highly. How come the fight was so unbearable? Even the simplest sword strike almost hit him. If this continues, what if
One miss, wouldn't it kill him?
Feng Qingyang saw the suspicion in Su Yang's heart and said, "Just hit him, I'm familiar with it." As he said that, he stabbed diagonally with the sword again, and the flesh on the sword seemed to be floating.
But now Su Yang saw some clues. Feng Qingyang's sword was chosen just after he made the move, when he was the weakest, and aimed at the empty door under his arm, which can be said to be the most difficult to defend in the body.
a location.
Before he could withdraw his sword and return to defense, the seemingly light sword was about to pierce his clothes, so Su Yang had no choice but to take two steps back.
Before the second step even landed, there was a light in front of my eyes. It was the sunlight reflected on the clear sword. The sword followed me like a shadow and was already in front of me.
Su Yang tilted his head slightly, but felt that he could not avoid this move just by tilting his head, so he could only take two steps back.
As a result, every move he makes now becomes a useless move, and he cannot touch Feng Qingyang from a distance.
After just two moves, Su Yang realized that he had lost the initiative, and hurriedly retreated three or five steps, breaking away from Feng Qingyang's sword power. He regrouped and used a mixture of Meng Thirteen Sword and Golden Snake Sword Technique to attack Feng Qing.
Yang.
Over there, Feng Qingyang still frowned slightly. He seemed to be thinking about something while drawing his sword. His eyes were always on Su Yang, without even looking at the sword in his hand.
But in Feng Qingyang's hand, the sword seemed to have life, even attached to the soul of a peerless master. As long as there was a suitable opportunity, it would definitely jump up and pounce on Su Yang's weakest point. If
When Su Yang attacks, his sword will be activated at the most appropriate time, and he will peel off Su Yang's long sword.
From the beginning to the end, his eyes never left Su Yang, as if he could do three things at once.
There was a series of sounds of weapons clashing, and Su Yang's thirteen false moves of Huang Liang Mei Meng were instantly broken one by one. Before Su Yang could make another move, Feng Qingyang's sword seemed to smell Su Yang's current move.
The weakest time has arrived again.
Su Yang had no choice but to retreat again.
Although Feng Qingyang was unable to hit himself for a moment, he felt very weak when competing with Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang seemed to have no rules with his sword, and he was stabbing randomly, and his whole person seemed to be struck by a wave.
Protected by an invisible force, no matter how he attacks, he will inevitably block him. After every attack, his sword will inevitably appear at the moment when he is at his weakest.
When masters compete with each other, they must go all out for each move, so there must be a chance to breathe and rest between each move, so as to recover a small amount of energy and prepare for the next move. Most of the time, this 'opportunity' is usually between two moves.
between the gaps.
But the time is very short, shorter than the blink of an eye, and can be almost ignored. Even after a battle involving hundreds of moves, the time to recover and reorganize is only a few blinks, so even if the opponent knows it, he still has no time to attack.
.
But against Feng Qingyang, he seemed to be able to predict in advance when and where this opportunity would occur, and take action in advance.
The so-called "leaving no breathing space" is not an empty word or description, but a real secret! If Su Yang is a precise and high-speed machine, then every sword of Feng Qingyang will inevitably
Stab the gear link of this machine, and every time the sword is struck, the machine will run a little slower.
After more than a dozen moves, Su Yang only felt that he was getting more and more tired as he fought, and the gaps and flaws between the moves were getting bigger and bigger. His chest felt faintly stuffy. He was obviously breathing, but he felt like he was out of breath.
.
After two more moves, Feng Qingyang suddenly took a few steps back, stopped attacking, and waved his hand to signal that he would stop fighting.
"That's all, you are indeed old. This kind of fighting is too energy-consuming and will tire you to death. I can't stand it anymore." He gasped slightly. (To be continued.)
