The gods descend into reality

"I am Feng Qingyang. Do you think the Sun Moon Cult, led by Dongfang Bubai, would dare to accept me?!"

Ding Mian...

Screw you, Mount Hua is too dangerous, I want to go back to Mount Song.

Chapter 423 The Irritable Qingyang (online) —

Ding Mian was panicked, but not yet in despair.

"So it was Uncle Feng from the Huashan Sect. My master was very saddened when Uncle Feng disappeared, lamenting that the world had lost one less rival."

Ding Mian said respectfully.

Although he had just made some sarcastic remarks to that old monster Feng Qingyang, the other party was, after all, an elder of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

perhaps--

They probably won't attack me.

"Is your master the abbot of Shaolin or the leader of Wudang?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Ding Mian with a puzzled expression.

Ding Mian's face darkened.

Damn, you did this on purpose! You can tell I'm from the Songshan Sect just by looking at me dressed like this!

"My master is from the Songshan School—"

Before Ding Mian could finish speaking, Feng Qingyang interrupted him.

"Since you're neither the abbot of Shaolin nor the head of Wudang, what are you trying to prove? You're not even worthy of being my opponent!"

Feng Qingyang's disdainful tone echoed throughout the room.

Although Yue Buqun had his head down, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

After being suppressed by Mount Song for so many years, even though a Feng Qingyang has appeared above the Huashan Sect today, those words of insults are really damn satisfying.

What excited Yue Buqun even more was that Uncle Feng was still alive!

Although Uncle Feng seems to be an elder of the Sword Sect.

But the other party was, after all, from the Huashan Sect, and it seems that he had even passed on the Dugu Nine Swords to his eldest disciple.

We must keep such a great Buddha statue, even if it means giving up the position of sect leader!

Listen to what Uncle Feng just said.

Aside from the Wudang Sect Leader and the Shaolin Abbot, you guys are nothing!

Not to mention, the former abbot of Shaolin and the head of Wudang have long since ascended to heaven or passed away, but Uncle Feng is still alive.

As long as Uncle Feng can stay at Mount Hua, what's the point of plotting the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?

The Nine Swords of Dugu are so much better!

Compared to the Nine Swords of Dugu, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is utterly worthless.

After all, although Lin Yuantu was very famous back then, he did not win the title of Sword Saint.

Feng Qingyang, however, was a true sword saint in the martial arts world.

From that moment on, the Huashan Sect rose up!

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun's gaze toward his second disciple, Lao Denuo, was filled with murderous intent.

Now that Mount Hua has gained the confidence to not fear Mount Song, it seems time to deal with this traitor.

Well, let him go down the mountain to carry out his mission, and then suffer the cruel fate of the evil cult.

“Uncle-Master Feng, this is Ding Mian, the Thirteenth Protector of the Songshan Sect, that’s him—”

Seeing that Feng Qingyang was rude to Ding Mian, Cheng Buyou quickly explained.

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Buyou was instantly blasted away by a powerful internal force, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hmph, a member of the Huashan generation actually lost to a junior. Losing is one thing, but to resort to such underhanded tactics as a sneak attack is quite another. Go to the Cliff of Repentance and reflect on your actions!"

Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow and said angrily.

This scene made everyone present's eyelids twitch.

With a wave of his hand, he sent a top-tier martial arts master flying; Feng Qingyang's internal strength had truly reached an unfathomable level.

The most speechless one is Cheng Buyou.

Cheng Buyou felt bitter inside!

He certainly couldn't deny ambushing Linghu Chong, a junior, but the point is, so what if he lost to him?

The opponent's swordsmanship was taught by your grandfather. Your grandfather's unique skills were passed on to a Qi Sect disciple instead of a Sword Sect disciple.

What can I do? I'm desperate too!

Of course, he only dared to think these words in his heart.

The old man is like a powder keg right now. If I dare to say another word, I'll be smashed to death by him!

Go to the Cliff of Repentance if you want.

With the old man out, the situation at Huashan Sect was essentially settled, and Yue Buqun had no way to resist.

"Grandmaster Feng, this Ding Mian is a member of the righteous path of the Five Mountains Sword Sect—"

"Do you even have a place to speak?"

Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow. "I haven't even gone to cause you any trouble yet, and you still dare to jump out now."

Do you really think I have no temper?

"This young man has extraordinary physical attributes; he's quite suited for swordsmanship."

Wuming glanced at Linghu Chong, quite surprised.

"I wonder if that nameless gentleman could pass on a couple of moves to my grand-disciple?"

Feng Qingyang was overjoyed.

Although I am not happy with Linghu Chong's future actions, this kid's talent is really good. If he can take charge of Mount Hua, he might be able to lead Mount Hua to the top of the martial arts world after I die.

and many more.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang's expression froze slightly.

In another world, there are countless immortals and gods. I dare not even dream of achieving immortality if I try my best.

But providing funeral arrangements for everyone in the Huashan Sect right now doesn't seem to be a problem.

"No, no, no, I no longer accept disciples. Wuming is destined to be a lone star, bringing misfortune to his parents in his childhood, his wife and children in his middle age, and now his disciples, servants, fellow disciples, and sect members—everyone connected to him is harmed by him." Wuming shook his head, two figures flashing through his mind.

Those were the figures of Cú Chulainn and Yasuo.

These two are probably the only people I haven't brought to my death.

Upon hearing Wuming's words, Feng Qingyang's body trembled almost imperceptibly. Come to think of it, he seemed to have spent quite a bit of time with Mr. Wuming.

"May I ask, Mr. Nameless, how did your disciple die, given your immense power?"

"I killed him."

"what?"

Everyone present looked at Wuming.

An anonymous person picked up the erhu, and in an instant, a sorrowful atmosphere spread throughout Mount Hua.

"Throughout my life, I, Wuming, have acted with a clear conscience before Heaven and Earth, and have never wrongly killed a single person—"

"Ah~"

Ding Mian screamed as an invisible sword aura pierced through his forehead.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the hand."

Feng Qingyang...

Yue Buqun...

Everyone...

I have a feeling that this person doesn't seem very reliable.

"By the way, do we need to go to the Songshan Sect? In a couple of days, everyone will be heading to the Little Garden. That's a great opportunity, but also a great crisis. Shouldn't we take care of things in our own world before then?"

Then Wuming looked at Feng Qingyang and spoke casually.

"Going... is possible, but this place is probably a thousand miles away from Mount Song. Even with a swift horse, the journey would be difficult—"

"It's alright. The spell card made in the gap can go wherever you want."

Wuming proudly took out the talisman card made by Zi Ma.

"Nameless senior, wait a minute."

Feng Qingyang looked at the bewildered crowd and straightened his face.

"If Uncle-Master Feng is willing to take charge of Mount Hua, I, Yue Buqun, am willing to relinquish my position as the leader of the Mount Hua Sect!" Yue Buqun said earnestly.

Feng Buping and the other two couldn't contain their joy, while Ning Zhongze and the others looked like they wanted to say something but couldn't.

"You're very thoughtful. Sect Leader, you can continue sitting here. Feng Buping and those other kids will help you. Afterwards, come with me to deal with the follow-up troubles."

Feng Qingyang glanced at Ding Mian, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Feng Buping: "Uncle-Master!"

Feng Qingyang glared at him, and Feng Buping shut his mouth tightly.

"Alright, Senior Nameless, let's go."

Feng Qingyang said respectfully.

The next moment, as Wuming threw out the talisman card, the Huashan disciples present all gaped open as if they had seen a ghost.

Chapter 424 The Huashan Sect Members Suddenly Appear on Mount Song