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"drink!"

Zuo Lengchan leaped up, his right palm wrapped in cold air, and slapped directly at Yue Buqun's Tanzhong acupoint. He had been preparing for this "Ice Locking Heart" move for a long time, and the palm wind whistled past, dragging seven ice spikes in the air, blocking all of Yue Buqun's escape routes.

The purple light in Yue Buqun's eyes surged, and the Purple Cloud Divine Art surged through his meridians like a tide, making a buzzing sound. Shockingly, he did not dodge, allowing the Ice Palm to hit his chest.

At this critical moment, Yue Buqun's left hand was like a sword, aiming directly at Zuo Lengchan's eyes. This move seemed to be a "burn together", a loss for both sides, but in fact, Yue Buqun had a lot of tricks up his sleeves. At the moment when the palm print touched the chest, three pine needles wrapped in purple air shot out from his sleeves at an extremely fast speed, like three lightning bolts, and went straight to the opponent's Qi Hai, Qu Chi, and Shen Men acupoints.

"laugh!"

The sound of pine needles piercing through clothes was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, but in this tense atmosphere, it was particularly clear. Zuo Lengchan felt his right arm suddenly become numb, as if an electric current instantly spread throughout his body. He was horrified to find that the ice energy was forced back into the meridians by the Purple Cloud Power, and the originally surging energy became chaotic.

"what!!"

Zuo Lengchan shouted, leaped back, tapped his toes on the white marble railing, and retreated quickly. At the moment he retreated, twelve black lights suddenly burst out from his sleeves, which turned out to be the death nails tempered with cold poison. These death nails refracted the sunlight and split into three paths, attacking Yue Buqun like three poisonous snakes.

Yue Buqun's sword had long been sheathed, and at this moment his sleeves were fluttering like sails. The "Breaking Arrow Style" of Dugu Nine Swords was rapidly circulating in his mind, and his body moved quickly, with the wind from his sleeves sweeping up the ice chips on the ground. These ice chips spun rapidly in front of him, and actually condensed into a vortex. Twelve poisonous nails were drawn into the cyclone, clanging and colliding into a ball, making a crisp sound of collision.

Suddenly, a black shadow broke through the ice fog. It was Zuo Lengchan who was hiding behind the rain of nails. The Songyang Divine Palm turned into a black ice claw and went straight for Yue Buqun's forehead.

At the critical moment, Yue Buqun stepped on the Hengshan "Wild Goose Step" that was passed down from the Cliff of Repentance. His figure floated backwards like a candle in the wind, his movements light and strange. Zuo Lengchan's ice claws brushed his nose, and five cold air plowed blood marks on his shoulders. Before the blood dripped, it condensed into red ice beads in the air, falling one by one, splashing blood on the Fengchan Terrace.

"Brother!"

"Master!"

"father!!"

There was a thunderous roar from the audience, and everyone was stunned by this thrilling scene. However, amidst the roar, Yue Buqun suddenly smiled.

He was waiting for this flaw. When Zuo Lengchan attacked with all his strength, his back was wide open. Purple Qi gushed out from Yue Buqun's heels, and his body spun like a top. He put his right fingers together to form a sword, and he was using the Taishan School's "Seven Stars Falling from the Sky". Seven sharp finger winds with powerful force shot towards Zuo Lengchan like seven meteors.

"puff!"

The sound of the wind from his fingers penetrating his clothes was like the sound of silk being torn, echoing in the air. Zuo Lengchan's body shook violently, and blue blood foam flowed from the corners of his mouth, which was caused by the backlash of the cold poison and the true qi. He frantically urged the cold true qi to fight back, but Yue Buqun had already pressed his Dantian acupoint with both palms.

The purple air and the ice collided with a loud bang, and the two powerful true energies entangled and rushed into the sky, exploding purple and blue air waves in mid-air, and the air waves surged.

"When did you see through it..."

Zuo Lengchan's seven orifices were frosted, his words were cut into pieces by the cold air surging in his throat, his eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness, he didn't understand how Yue Buqun saw through his plan.

"Brother Zuo, do you remember that night at the Medicine King Temple?"

Purple light flickered from Yue Buqun's fingertips, and his voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear: "Those thirteen assassins used these Ziwu Bone-piercing Nails."

Zuo Lengchan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart. It turned out that Yue Buqun had known his methods very well. He was about to use his last bit of true energy to make a final struggle, but suddenly he felt his feet empty. During the fierce fight just now, the two of them had unknowingly retreated to the edge of the cliff. Yue Buqun suddenly withdrew his palm and turned around. The wind from his sleeves rolled up the purple air that had not yet dissipated, and turned it into a soft force to gently push his chest.

The mountain wind whistled and filled Zuo Lengchan's sleeves. As he fell backwards, he saw Yue Buqun standing on the edge of the cliff, bowing. The morning sun gilded his blue shirt, making him look like the gentle and jade-like gentleman on the top of Mount Huashan. The sea of ​​clouds was surging below, and the heart-wrenching voices of the Songshan disciples could be heard faintly.

"What a great... Gentleman Sword..."

Zuo Lengchan's figure gradually disappeared in the wind. The last trace of icy energy condensed into a sword at his fingertips, but he was ultimately unable to throw it. His figure sank into the sea of ​​clouds, leaving only half of the ice sword nailed into the cliff, reflecting a colorful halo in the sunlight.

Yue Buqun stood in silence for a long time, staring into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, as if thinking about something. It was not until the mountain wind blew away the ice crystals formed by the bloodstains on the corners of his robe that he turned around and faced the crowd of heroes.

The audience was silent as death, and everyone was speechless due to the shock of this sudden incident. Only Yue Buqun's gentle voice resounded through Songshan: "The Five Mountains are of the same blood. Senior Brother Zuo fell off the cliff, which is a pity for the martial arts world..."

For a moment, the entire top of Mount Song was silent. After a long while, a noisy discussion broke out among the crowd.

"This... How is this possible? Zuo Lengchan actually lost?"

"Yue Buqun is so amazing, he is really a hidden talent!"

While everyone was discussing this, those who were just trying to curry favor with the powerful suddenly cheered loudly: "Mr. Yue will be the head of the Five Mountains Sect, Mr. Yue will be the head of the Five Mountains Sect!"

The shouts quickly spread among the crowd.

The Huashan disciples naturally shouted even louder, but this sudden change was too unexpected for them, and they found it hard to believe that what they saw was the truth.

Yue Buqun had a calm expression as he walked steadily to the edge of the stage, clasped his hands together, bowed to everyone and said, "I was competing with Senior Brother Zuo in martial arts, and I hoped to stop when it was just a matter of time. But Senior Brother Zuo's martial arts were too high, and in the critical moment, I only wanted to protect myself, and I lost my balance, causing Senior Brother Zuo to fall off the cliff. I feel very uneasy."

Someone in the audience said loudly: "Swords and knives have no eyes, so how can they be guaranteed to be free of damage?"

This sentence seemed like a signal, easing the originally tense atmosphere a little.

Yue Buqun nodded slightly and said, "I dare not!" He bowed without saying anything, and had no intention of stepping down.

Someone in the audience shouted, "Who wants to be the leader of the Five Mountains Sect? Come on stage and compete." There was a hint of provocation and anticipation in the voice.

Another person followed suit and said, "Whoever has a bright eye can go up to the stage and ask Mr. Yue to gouge it out. That's fine." This was a bit vicious, but hundreds of people seemed to be incited and shouted in unison, "Mr. Yue will be the head of the Five Mountains Sect, Mr. Yue will be the head of the Five Mountains Sect!"

The shouts rose one after another, echoing through the valley.

Yue Buqun waited quietly for the crowd to die down, then he said in a clear voice: "Since you are so kind, I dare not refuse. The Five Mountains Sect is newly established today, and there are many things to be done. I can only take charge of the overall affairs."

As he spoke, his eyes slowly swept over the people in the audience.

"Mr. Mo Da will still be in charge of the affairs of Mount Heng. Master Ding Xian will still be in charge of the affairs of Mount Heng. Taoist priests Yu Qing and Yu Yin will be in charge of the affairs of Mount Tai. They will work together with Taoist priest Jian Chu, a disciple of Senior Brother Tian Men, to preside over the affairs of the Songshan Sect. As for the affairs of the Songshan Sect, we need to consider carefully..."

Yue Buqun paused, looked towards the people of Songshan Sect, and said slowly: "In my opinion, Senior Brother Tang Ying'e and Senior Brother Gao Kexin will temporarily take charge of daily affairs."

Gao Kexin was totally surprised when he heard this. He opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief on his face: "This... this..."

The disciples of Songshan and other sects were also very surprised. Tang Ying'e had been Zuo Lengchan's assistant for a long time, which was fine, but Gao Kexin had just been making things difficult for Yue Buqun, making sarcastic remarks and being very rude, but Yue Buqun actually let bygones be bygones and appointed him to lead the affairs of Songshan Sect.

The disciples of Songshan Sect were extremely angry about Zuo Lengchan's incident, and many of them were waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble, but when they heard that Yue Buqun had sent Tang Ying'e and Gao Kexin to handle the affairs of Songshan Sect, and that Songshan Sect remained the same, and Yue Buqun did not come to interfere, their anger calmed down. They looked at each other, and the anger in their eyes gradually subsided.

Yue Buqun continued, "Today, the Five Mountains Sword Sects have united. If we don't work together, then the merger of the five sects will only be in name only. From now on, we are all from the same sect and will never be divided again. I am incompetent and I will temporarily take charge of our sect. All reforms need to be discussed with my brothers. I dare not act on my own. It is getting late now. You have all worked hard. Please go to the Songshan headquarters to rest, drink and eat!"

The heroes cheered in unison and rushed down the mountain. The sounds of footsteps, chatter and laughter mixed together as they rushed towards the main temple of Songshan.

When Yue Buqun came down from the stage, Master Fangzheng, Taoist Chongxu and others came over to congratulate him.

Fang Zheng and Chong Xu were worried that after Zuo Lengchan unified the Five Mountains, he would be ambitious and even want to annex Shaolin and Wudang, causing trouble for the martial arts world. Everyone knew that Yue Buqun was a modest gentleman, so they were relieved to have him in charge of the Five Mountains, so everyone's congratulations were very sincere.

Master Fang Zheng stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Yue, I'm afraid there are quite a few people in Songshan who have ulterior motives and want to harm you. As the saying goes, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others. You must be careful while you are in Songshan."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly and said, "Yes, thank you for your guidance, Master Abbot."

Fang Zheng added: "Shaoshi Mountain is only a stone's throw away from here, so it's very easy to respond."

The implication is that if Yue Buqun encounters danger, Shaolin can provide support at any time.

Yue Buqun bowed deeply and said, "Master, I appreciate your kindness. I am deeply grateful to you."

Following the crowd, Yue Buqun also walked towards the Songshan main temple. Along the way, people kept bowing to him, and he smiled and responded to each one. But he was not at ease in his heart. He knew that although he had become the head of the Five Mountains Sect on the surface, he still needed to deal with the dissatisfaction within the Songshan Sect, the attitudes of other sects, and various forces in the martial arts world.

However, fortunately, things have been done. Now that we have the righteous cause in our hands, we can slowly clean up the mess.

I don't know how Wei'er is doing...

………………

The leaden clouds were as dark as ink, weighing heavily on the top of Mount Zhongnan.

Deep in the clouds, lightning flashed and flickered like a lightning snake, and dull thunder could be heard faintly, but it was always hanging in the air, as if it was controlled by an invisible giant hand, accumulating some unknown power.

The mountain top is thousands of feet high, with icy walls hanging upside down, like sharp swords piercing straight down, emitting a bone-chilling chill.

Strong winds raged through the mountains, carrying snow particles and rushing through the inky pine forests, making whistling sounds.

Yi Huawei, dressed in black, quietly sat cross-legged on a protruding rock on a lonely cliff. Behind him was a natural cave carved by nature. The icicles hanging from the cave entrance reflected a strange purple light under the dim sky. It was the innate qi released after the Zixia magic skill was perfected.

Three days ago, Yi Huawei entered a state of meditation. Since then, the wind and snow have been invulnerable within ten feet of the top of Yuzhu Peak. When the howling north wind touched the purple air barrier, it seemed to encounter an invisible high wall, and could only helplessly turn into sobs and take a detour.

Yi Huawei made the Ziwu seal with both hands and sat quietly in the lee of Yuzhu Peak. Under him was a cushion soaked in frost. At this moment, the few mantras echoed in his mind:

"Before the creation of heaven and earth, there was Qi. A little spiritual light illuminated the void. Kan and Li mated, dragon and tiger met, lead and mercury met, water and fire complemented each other. The three flowers gathered at the top of the head and connected to the mysterious female. The five Qi returned to the origin and returned to the fetal breath. I jumped out of the cage and glimpsed the great way. Only then did I know that my fate was not determined by heaven..."

The six hundred years of Bei Ming Qi was surging in his body like a raging sea. This powerful force was crushing the mixed internal energy in his body bit by bit.

Zixia Qi slowly rose from Dantian, like a warm stream of air, traveling through the twelve meridians. However, when Zixia Qi reached Zhiyang Point, it encountered obstruction from Beiming Qi.

Yi Huawei frowned slightly, and a solemn look appeared on his face. He knew that this was caused by the mixed internal forces absorbed from different masters. These internal forces accumulated in his acupoints, forming an inky air mass that hindered his cultivation.

Yi Huawei took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He tapped the Juque, Tanzhong, and Qihai acupoints with his fingers. The long-lasting power unique to the Zixia magic skill suddenly burst out, and a purple snake-like light was seen surging under the skin of his chest. This force forced the impurities contained in the Beiming true qi to the Shaoshang acupoint on his left hand.

A drop of smelly black blood slowly oozed out from his fingertips. This drop of black blood fell on the snow and corroded a three-foot deep pit. Looking at the deep pit, Yi Huawei shook his head slightly and whispered to himself: "It's not enough."

He turned his palm and pressed it towards the ice rock, reversing the Beiming Divine Art. A strong suction force came from his palm, sucking the cold air from the mountain into his meridians. The extremely cold air and the warm current of Zixia collided at the Zhiyang acupoint, making a dull sound. Yi Huawei's body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

In his body, two forces were engaging in a fierce confrontation. The extremely cold air was like a sharp blade, cutting the stagnant black air mass; the purple warm current was like a tough silk thread, trying to wrap up the impurities bit by bit. Yi Huawei clenched his teeth and concentrated on controlling the power in his body.

As time went by, the blocked black air mass finally began to disintegrate. Strands of impurities were carried away by the purple mist warm current and discharged from his meridians.

(End of this chapter)