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After listening to Yue Lingshan's explanation, Yi Huawei frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Ning Zhongze, bowed respectfully and said: "Master's wife, let me fight him first. If my kung fu is not good enough, it will not be too late for you to send him away."

After saying that, without waiting for Ning Zhongze's agreement, he bent his legs slightly, jumped up, and blocked Ning Zhongze steadily. Then he turned around quickly, picked up a wooden sword by the wall, looked at Cheng Buyou, and said loudly:
"You are no longer a member of our sect, so I have to forgo the titles of uncle and senior master. If you want to return to our sect, I don't know if my master would be willing to accept you. Even if my master is willing to accept you, according to the rules of our sect, the one who enters the sect first is the senior, so you have to call me senior brother, please!"

After saying that, he raised the wooden sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Cheng Buyou.

When Cheng Buyou heard this, his gloomy face instantly turned red, his eyes widened with anger, and it seemed as if fire was about to burst out of his eyes. He shouted loudly: "You bastard, you are talking nonsense! As long as you can block these four swords I just used, Cheng Buyou will take you as his master."

Yi Huawei shook his head slightly and said, "I won't accept you as my disciple..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Buyu was already furious and shouted at the top of his voice: "Draw your sword and die!"

Yi Huawei looked calm and said slowly, "Wherever the true energy goes, all the grass and trees become sharp swords. Why would I need to use a sword to deal with these insignificant moves of yours?"

Cheng Buyou was so angry that he was shaking all over. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you are arrogant, but you can't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed, and Cheng Buyou thrust his sword at Yi Huawei, using the same move he had used against Yue Buqun just now. The reason why he did not change his moves was that, firstly, these moves were his lifelong unique skills, secondly, he had made a promise, and thirdly, he used his old moves again, which made the opponent prepared. Both sides had their own advantages, and it was not just him who had the advantage in terms of weapons.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to touch Yi Huawei's body, Yi Huawei turned his wrist, swung the wooden sword horizontally, and swept it towards Cheng Buyu's face. His movements were so swift that he actually arrived first.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a red mark instantly appeared on Cheng Buyou's cheek, which quickly swelled up.

"Bad boy!!"

Cheng Buyou was shocked and angry. He didn't expect this young disciple to have such skills. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his steps, and stabbed out with the long sword again, attacking Yi Huawei's vital points.

Just when everyone thought he was going to stab out, Cheng Buyu suddenly turned his wrist, and the tip of the long sword that was originally stabbing at Yi Huawei's chest suddenly pressed down three inches and hit the empty space under Yi Huawei's ribs.

The sword body rubbed against the air quickly, making a light "chi" sound. However, the sword force did not stop in the middle, and turned again, the sword body shook, and turned into three silver flowers, attacking Yi Huawei's throat, Tanzhong, and Qihai three important acupoints.

It is exactly the "Three Stars Shining on the Moon" in Huashan swordsmanship.

"Haha~"

Yi Huawei chuckled, took a half step back, sank slightly, held the wooden sword with both hands, and drew a semi-arc from bottom to top. This move "Three Falls on the Cloud Platform" was originally the basic sword style of Huashan, but when he performed it in his hands, it was full of vigor. There seemed to be a faint glow on the edge of the wooden sword, and the sword body trembled slightly, making a dull humming sound, like thunder.

"Clap clap clap!"

Three crisp sounds exploded in the hall almost at the same time, and sparks flew out at the intersection of wood and iron. Cheng Buyou's sharp sword was all blocked by Yi Huawei's wooden sword.

"It's Zixia Gong!"

Yi Huawei's face turned slightly purple, and one of the disciples watching couldn't help but exclaimed. Everyone looked closely and saw that in such a head-on confrontation, the wooden sword in Yi Huawei's hand was intact.

Cheng Buyou felt a numbness in his palm, and his sword-holding hand trembled uncontrollably, nearly letting the hilt slip out of his hand. He quickly leaped back three steps, using the momentum of retreat to dissipate the force. The Taoist robe on his right shoulder was torn by his own sword energy, revealing the red skin underneath.

"What a wonderful Zixia magic skill!"

Cheng Buyou gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, with a sneer on his face. He suddenly exerted force with his left foot, crushing the floor tiles under his feet, and his body spun quickly like a gyroscope and pounced on Yi Huawei again.

As it spun, the long sword in his hand turned into seven afterimages, which were the long-lost "Seven Absolute Whirlwind Swords" of Huashan. The sound of the sword breaking through the air was as sharp as a whistle, covering the three-foot area around Yi Huawei, making it airtight.

Yi Huawei took a deep breath, and drew a circle with his wooden sword hanging down. When the sword net was about to approach him, he shouted:
"break!"

The wooden sword was slanted upward from bottom to top, which was the entry-level sword technique of Huashan, "The Phoenix Comes". This sword seemed slow, but it pierced the real sword tip in the seven sword shadows with incomparable accuracy. The two forces collided, and the air waves overflowed. The candles in the hall swayed together, and the light was bright and dim.

With a "crack", the tip of Cheng Buyou's sword broke three inches off. The broken blade spun, and with a force, it pierced straight into the beam, more than three inches into the wood.

Yi Huawei's wooden sword continued to move forward, aiming at the opponent's wrist. Cheng Buyu was shocked and his body reacted instinctively. He was forced to drop his sword and lean back, supporting himself with his left hand and flipping over twice. When he landed, his right sleeve had been torn open by the wooden sword, revealing his strong forearm.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Cheng Buyou said it three times, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably, his face full of reluctance and anger. He pulled off his tattered outer robe, revealing his close-fitting fish-scale soft armor. Then, he pulled out a jet-black dagger from the leather sheath at his waist. The blade was only two feet and three inches long, but it was glowing with a blue light. As soon as the dagger appeared, a faint fishy and sweet smell filled the hall.

Ning Zhongze was originally sitting aside, watching the battle calmly. Seeing this, he suddenly stood up, raised his eyebrows, and said loudly:

"You dare to call yourself the authentic Huashan sword with poisoned weapons?"

The voice was still echoing in the hall, and Cheng Buyu had already jumped up like a monkey. The short sword in his hand drew a strange arc, and he used three vicious moves. Where the sword passed, there were charred marks on the blue brick floor. It was obvious that the short sword was fed with a strong poison.

Yi Huawei's eyes focused, and he changed his grip on the wooden sword to two hands. He took a deep breath and activated the Purple Cloud Power in his body. Purple air spread from his neck to the sword body, and the originally grayish-white wooden sword actually had a faint metallic luster. He followed the Nine Palaces Footwork, and his body moved left and right. Every time the wooden sword and the poisonous blade touched, there was a sound like the collision of metal and stone.

After thirty moves, the surface of the wooden sword was covered with fine cracks, but it was still not cut in half by the poisonous blade.

Cheng Buyou was unable to defeat him for a long time, and he became more and more impatient. Suddenly, he reached into his arms with his left hand. With a flash of cold light, three bone-piercing nails shot towards Yi Huawei's face in a triangular shape.

This sudden change was so sudden that before the onlookers could even finish their exclamation, they saw a stream of white air spurting out of Yi Huawei's mouth. The hidden weapon was blocked by this air force and was suspended in the air for half a breath. Yi Huawei took advantage of this opportunity and quickly swept the wooden sword across, knocking down all the bone-piercing nails. The nails bounced to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Is this the despicable method used by the Sword Sect's unique skills?"

Yi Huawei spoke with sarcasm and disdain in his eyes. The wooden sword in his hand suddenly changed from defense to offense, and his sword moves became more and more powerful. Each move was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and was magnificent.

Cheng Buyou was forced to retreat again and again. Although the poisoned sword in his hand was sharp, he could not get into the opponent's sword circle. In the seventh move, Yi Huawei's wooden sword suddenly stabbed out from an unexpected angle, which was a move of "Heavenly Jade Dragon".

Cheng Buyou raised his sword to block, but suddenly felt a heavy hammer hitting his chest. It turned out that Yi Huawei's left hand secretly used the power of the palm to strike his Tanzhong point through the air. This palm was very precise, breaking his body's protective qi without taking his life.

Cheng Buyu staggered back seven steps, and only stopped when his back hit the pillar of the hall. Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the poisoned sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, which was particularly harsh in the silent hall. The wooden sword in Yi Huawei's hand broke with a sound, but it still maintained a straight stabbing posture. The tip of the half sword was only half an inch away from Cheng Buyu's throat, and wood chips flew and fell on Cheng Buyu's horrified face. Cheng Buyu's eyes were wide open, his face was full of disbelief, his breathing was heavy, and his chest was heaving violently.

The hall was dead silent, with only Cheng Buyou's heavy breathing clearly audible.

"Concession."

Yi Huawei withdrew his sword and retreated. The purple color on his face gradually faded away, his expression returned to normal, and his breathing also stabilized.

At this moment, Feng Buping suddenly dodged and inserted himself between the two men. His movements were swift. He drew his sword three inches from its sheath and shouted, "Young man, what a vicious method you have!"

"Are you still vicious?"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Zhongze flashed, as fast as lightning. He had already placed the sword at the side of Feng Buping's neck, and the movement was so fast that Feng Buping could not see clearly when the other party attacked. The coldness of the sword made the hair on the back of Feng Buping's neck stand up, and his body froze instantly, not daring to move.

"Mr. Feng,"

Ning Zhongze spoke in a cold voice, emphasizing each word, "In front of Huashan Zhengqi Hall, outsiders are not allowed to run wild."

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, leaving a line of blood on the side of Feng Buping's neck, and blood slowly seeped out.

Lu Bai slowly loosened his fingers that were originally pressing on the judge's pen. He looked at the situation in front of him, but ultimately did not dare to move rashly, his eyes full of fear.

Yi Huawei turned around respectfully and saluted Yue Buqun without blushing or breathing hard, saying, "My disciple has overstepped his bounds. Please punish me, Master."

Yue Buqun looked calm, with a gentle smile on his face. With a flick of his sleeve, the broken sword on the ground was picked up in his hand, and he said gently: "You fought for our sect, what crime have you committed?"

Yue Buqun turned to look at Cheng Buyou, who looked as pale as death, and sighed slightly, saying:
"Brother Cheng, the winner has been decided, please go back."

"Hahahaha~~Great, great! Great Purple Cloud Magic Skill!"

Cheng Buyou suddenly burst into laughter, with a bit of mournful laughter, which made everyone's backs shiver. He staggered out of the hall, muttering to himself: "What a Qi Sect... What a Purple Cloud Skill..."

When he reached the threshold, he suddenly stopped and threw the poison sword at the plaque in the hall.

Ning Zhongze was quick-witted and swift-handed, swinging his sword to knock down the poison blade. At that moment, Feng Lu and the other man had carried Cheng Buyu and quickly disappeared outside the courtyard wall, leaving behind only an empty courtyard and everyone's different expressions.

Yue Buqun stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, his eyes showing some worry and thought. He turned to look at Yue Lingshan beside him and said slowly: "Pass my order and have everyone gather in the Zhengqi Hall."

"Yes!"

Yue Lingshan responded crisply, turned around and walked away quickly, disappearing in the winding mountain road in a short while.

In a moment, Huashan disciples came from all over and stood in order in the Zhengqi Hall.

Yue Buqun walked to the chair in the middle and sat down slowly. He straightened his back, put his hands on the armrests naturally, and glanced at the disciples in the hall. Ning Zhongze followed closely behind him and sat down on the side.

Yue Buqun took a quick glance and saw that all his disciples were present. He nodded slightly, cleared his throat, and said slowly:

"Among the elders of my sect, some went astray when practicing martial arts. They only practiced swordsmanship and neglected qigong."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly:
“Little do people know that all the best martial arts in the world are based on Qigong. If Qigong is not practiced well, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, you will never reach the pinnacle.

It is a pity that these predecessors are stubborn and stubborn, and they have formed their own sect, called Huashan Sword Sect, and pointed out that my authentic Kung Fu is Huashan Qi Sect. The dispute between Qi Sect and Sword Sect has lasted for decades, which has greatly hindered the development of my sect. It is really lamentable. "

At this point, Yue Buqun sighed deeply, leaned forward slightly, and swept his eyes over the disciples in the hall, and continued:
"But good and evil, right and wrong, will eventually be distinguished. Twenty-five years ago, the Sword Sect was defeated and withdrew from the Huashan Sect. I, the master, have been in charge of the sect until today.

Unexpectedly, the abandoned disciples of our sect, Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou and others, used some means to deceive the Left Alliance Leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and came with a command flag to seize the position of the leader of Huashan. "

At this point, Yue Buqun frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes:

"I have been the head of our sect for many years. There have been many mundane affairs, and there have been many arguments at the gatherings of the five sects. I have long wanted to step down so that I can calm down and study the advanced Qigong techniques of our sect. It is a blessing that someone is willing to take over my work."

"Absolutely not, Master!!"

Gao Genming took a step forward and clasped his fists, saying, "Master, the abandoned disciples of the Sword Sect, Feng Buping, have already entered the devil's way, and are no different from the followers of the Demon Sect. Even if they want to join our sect again, we will never allow them to do so. How can we allow them to have the wishful thinking of taking over our sect?"

He looked excited and indignant on his face, and after he finished speaking, he snorted heavily.

Disciples such as Lao Denuo, Liang Fa, and Shi Daizi all echoed the idea. Lao Denuo clenched his fists and said, "We will never allow these daring lunatics to succeed in their plot."

Liang Fa also agreed loudly: "Yes, we can't let them succeed!"

Shi Daizi nodded repeatedly, his face full of anger.

Seeing that his disciples were very excited, Yue Buqun smiled slightly, raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

After everyone calmed down, he slowly said, "Whether I become the head or not is really a trivial matter. But if the evildoers of the Sword Sect lead our sect, the hundreds of years of profound and refined martial arts of the Huashan Sect will be destroyed. After we die, how can we face our ancestors? And the name of the Huashan Sect will be despised in the martial arts world from now on."

Lao Denuo and the others shook their heads and said in unison: "Yes, yes! How can that be possible?"

Yue Buqun once again glanced at all the disciples and said, "Just Feng Bu Ping and the other abandoned disciples of the Sword Sect are not a big concern, but since they have obtained the banners of the Five Mountains Sword Sects and have colluded with the people of Songshan, Taishan, and Hengshan, they should not be underestimated. Let's set off today and go to Songshan to meet with Alliance Leader Zuo and discuss this matter with him."

(End of this chapter)