Mount Huashan in Xiyue is known as "the most dangerous place in the world" with its clouds and mist, steep cliffs and dangerous peaks.
The Huashan Sect was founded hundreds of years ago by Hao Datong, a second-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. It was also very prosperous for a time and was the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
Now it was the sunset over the Western Mountains. After Yue Buqun took his disciples to Hengyang City to observe the ceremony, the Huashan Sect's base camp was extremely empty and there was no one who could do anything.
However, Yue Buqun is not worried about the Demon Sect taking advantage of the situation. After all, all the wealth of the Huashan Sect belongs to him alone. Even if the Demon Sect really comes, he will not be able to reap any benefits, and his efforts will be in vain.
Qu Yang didn't want to set foot on the Huashan Sect's territory, so Lin Tianheng followed his wishes and asked him to wait for their return at the foot of the mountain.
Lin Tianheng asked Yue Buqun to lead the way, and the three of them went directly to the place where Feng Qingyang lived in seclusion, Si Guo Cliff.
Siguo Cliff was originally the place where Guo Xiang missed Yang Guo. Now it is used by the Huashan Sect to punish his disciples to shut up and think about their mistakes. It can be considered suitable.
Lin Tianheng winked at Yue Buqun, who immediately understood. He cleared his throat, raised his inner strength and shouted: "Uncle Feng, Yue Buqun wants to see you."
The sound rolled out, making the leaves rustle, but after the echo completely disappeared, the entire mountain peak returned to its former tranquility.
Yue Buqun could only look at Lin Tianheng, waiting for his next order.
Lin Tianheng raised his eyebrows and motioned for Yue Buqun to continue.
"Uncle Feng Master, I heard that you are still in the world, so I would like to come out and see you."
"Uncle Feng Master, the past is over, please come out and see me."
Yue Buqun shouted with all his strength, and without realizing it, fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, but it had no effect at all, and there was still no trace of Feng Qingyang.
"Feng Qingyang, come out." Lin Tianheng saw that Yue Buqun could not rely on him, so he had no choice but to take action himself.
Lin Tianheng's voice was not as high-pitched as Yue Buqun's. It was as dense and continuous as moistening spring rain, and his light words actually lingered in the valley and lingered for a long time.
"What a powerful skill, what a strong control." Feng Qingyang, who couldn't stand Yue Buqun's harassment, wanted to go out for shelter, but when she heard Lin Tianheng's voice, she immediately stopped.
"It turns out that an expert is here, no wonder this boy Yue Buqun knows that I am still alive." Feng Qingyang stroked his white beard and thought, "But who knows the whereabouts of me? That's all, let's go out and have a look.
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Not long after, a figure appeared in front of Lin Tianheng and others. They saw that this man had a white beard and a green robe, with a melancholy expression and a face like gold paper. He was none other than the Huashan Sword Master, Feng Qingyang, who had lived in seclusion here for decades.
"See Uncle Feng," Yue Buqun said hurriedly.
Feng Qingyang didn't even look at Yue Buqun, a junior in the Qi Sect. He focused all his attention on Lin Tianheng.
"Who is your Excellency? Do we know each other?" Feng Qingyang saw that Lin Tianheng was about the same age as himself, and couldn't help but wonder which old friend came to see him. However, after thinking about his old friends, none of them seemed to be right.
The number was on, so he said.
"Don't think about it. You and I have never met each other. I came here today just to see your Dugu Nine Swords." Lin Tianheng said.
"If you are not an old friend, how could you know about me?" Feng Qingyang asked doubtfully. According to his opinion, there should be no one else in the world who knows his whereabouts.
"Is this important?" Lin Tianheng shook his head and laughed, "It's better to draw the sword."
"That makes sense." Feng Qingyang smiled with relief, "At your age and I are still obsessed with one swordsmanship, you must also be a swordsman. Although I haven't competed with anyone in swordsmanship for decades, today
I can make an exception for you."
"However, this battle should not be watched by anyone. Yue Buqun, you should go down the mountain quickly." Feng Qingyang turned to look at Yue Buqun. As for Lin Yicong, he is not from the Huashan Sect, and Feng Qingyang cannot directly drive people away.
"Ah?" Yue Buqun was immediately at a loss and then turned his attention to Lin Tianheng.
Lin Tianheng waved his hand, and just then Yue Buqun said as if he was being pardoned: "Junior, please retire."
Seeing Yue Buqun's figure disappearing from the mountain road, Feng Qingyangfang spoke again: "Your Excellency can make Yue Buqun so fearful, I think you must be a peerless master. I can be content with one more sword duel with a master before dying."
Already."
"No." Lin Tianheng shook his head, called Lin Yicong to him and said, "Your opponent is not me, but him."
"Your Excellency, what do you mean by this!" Feng Qingyang was immediately furious. It was tantamount to humiliation for a little guy with no hair to challenge him.
"Don't get angry." Lin Tianheng pressed his hands and said, "I am several dozen years older than you. If I fight you, it will be bullying the younger one. You'd better fight against a junior like me."
"Hahaha." Feng Qingyang laughed angrily. At his age, he actually became the "little" in the other person's mouth. It was simply too much!
"Shameless old thief, take my sword!" As he said this, Feng Qingyang raised his fingers and pulled out the long sword in his hand. The sword energy roared loudly and the sword sound sounded loudly.
As the sword light flashed, a clear shadow dispersed in it, and the sword's intention suddenly became strong, as if it were real. The unstoppable energy was like a strong wind, and accompanied by the sound of the air tearing, it roared in an instant.
"Stubborn." Lin Tianheng shook his head when he saw this, and an invisible energy shot out from his fingers, like a thunderbolt.
The energy shot directly at the tip of Feng Qingyang's sword, and a sound of gold and iron erupted, and the sword immediately trembled violently.
The long sword was trembling, and Feng Qingyang's arms were also trembling. He felt a powerful force coming from the sword, swallowing everything up like a stormy wave.
Feng Qingyang mobilized the energy throughout his body to try to resolve this powerful force. At the same time, he retreated sharply and had to give up the attack.
Lin Tianheng smiled and said: "Dugu Nine Swords is known as a move that can defeat all the world, but tell me, how do you break the move I just made?"
Feng Qingyang tried his best to suppress the boiling blood and vitality on his right arm. He just wanted to curse in his heart. I didn't even see clearly how you moved, and you still cracked it? What a piece of shit!
"I am no match for you, but you should not humiliate me like this." Feng Qingyang said sullenly.
"I don't mean to humiliate you." Lin Tianheng sighed, "I have already said that your opponent is a junior of my family. It is you who insists on fighting me. How can you blame others?"
"Feng Qingyang can't see Mount Tai. I wonder who you are?" Feng Qingyang cupped his hands and said.
"My surname is Lin and my first name is Tianheng. You must have never heard of me. After all, I have never walked in the world." Lin Tianheng said.
"Lin Tianheng." Feng Qingyang murmured in a low voice, as if there was indeed no such name in his memory.
‘Such a high level of martial arts has never appeared in the martial arts world before. Could it be that...’ Feng Qingyang thought of a possibility. Could this person be a great master?
"Don't worry about my identity. Let's compete with this junior and let him see the Dugu Nine Swords." Lin Tianheng said.
"What if I don't want to compete?" Feng Qingyang raised her head and said, people always have a little temper when they get older.
"Then the Huashan Sect no longer needs to exist from now on." Lin Tianheng said coldly. He knew that Feng Qingyang's destiny was the Huashan Sect, so this threat would definitely work.
As expected, Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly became sharp and murderous.
"You dare!" Feng Qingyang squeezed out two words from his throat, as if he was choosing someone to eat.
Lin Tianheng did not speak, but looked at him quietly, his eyes indifferent, as if he was not moved by him at all.
"That's all, let's compete." Feng Qingyang said frustrated, "After seeing my Dugu Nine Swords, you are not allowed to take action against the Huashan Sect."
"Of course." Lin Tianheng smiled, "Those little guys from the Huashan Sect are not worth my trouble."
"I have no problem, but will this kid succeed?" Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Yicong, his eyes full of doubts.
Lin Yicong, who was full of dissatisfaction, had not spoken before Lin Tianheng said: "Although this junior of mine has just been practicing qi for a short time, he has absorbed the lifelong skills of many masters such as Ren Woxing. You'd better be careful."
Feng Qingyang is old and frail. Even though he is slightly better than Lin Yicong in terms of skill, he is indeed at a disadvantage physically.
"Let me do whatever I want...the star-absorbing magic technique, you are members of the demon sect!" Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.