The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

Over the past few months, he has been practicing Zixia magic to enhance his internal strength, and has also been practicing the Five Mountains Sword Technique to achieve a thorough understanding of it. The move he just made is the result of his efforts during this period of time.

In the past, his sword energy could only be emitted a short distance, but now it can be emitted so far, estimated to be nearly twenty meters, and the power is not weak. This means that his internal strength and swordsmanship have made great progress.

"As expected, practicing on the cliff of regret has given me peace and quiet, and my martial arts have improved."

Looking at the results of the past few months, Linghu Chong was very pleased.

As long as you can calm down and practice, everyone can be a genius.

The improvement in his martial arts made Linghu Chong open his mouth and want to shout loudly, but he held it back the next second, covering his mouth and looking around.

Ever since Feng Qingyang showed up last time and asked him to make less noise, he has not appeared again, as if he had never appeared. During this period, he called out to him several times, but Feng Qingyang did not appear, so he gave up and practiced martial arts as if Feng Qingyang did not exist, but he did not shout as loudly as before.

“It’s time to go down the mountain!”

Linghu Chong couldn't hide the joy on his face.

He couldn't wait to meet Yue Lingshan.

In the past few months, Yue Lingshan wanted to go up the mountain to see him, but he refused. He was afraid that seeing Yue Lingshan would distract him and make him unable to calm down. During this period, Lu Dayou brought him meals every day.

When he thought of his junior sister's pretty face, Linghu Chong couldn't help but smile.

“Get down the mountain!”

Linghu Chong prepared to pack up and go down the mountain.

"You want to go down the mountain after practicing like this? You are so complacent with your progress that you want to be affectionate with your junior sister. You can't even stand a little loneliness and are controlled by love. How can you become a master in the future? With your personality, it would be fine if your junior sister is really romantic, but if she is a deep-minded one, you will be led by others for the rest of your life."

Just as Linghu Chong had packed up and was ready to go down the mountain, Feng Qingyang, who had not been seen for several months, suddenly appeared again and scolded Linghu Chong.

"Uncle Grand Master?"

Linghu Chong showed a happy expression and wanted to tell Feng Qingyang that he was going to go down the mountain, but after hearing Feng Qingyang's scolding, he was stunned and couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

"I think it's about time. Practicing martial arts is a lifelong endeavor. Although it's quiet and convenient to practice in the mountains, I can't stay in the mountains forever."

"And I feel that my martial arts skills have improved a lot now."

Although Jiang Ning did put a lot of pressure on Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong knew that apart from Jiang Ning, there were few people in the martial arts world who had the same strength as him at this age, and he really missed Yue Lingshan, and he would go crazy if he didn't see Yue Lingshan again.

"Ah?"

Feng Qingyang sneered.

"Great progress? Let me give it a try and see how much progress you have made in the past few months."

Linghu Chong showed an embarrassment on his face.

"Uncle Grandmaster, I am a junior, this is not a good idea, I dare not do it."

"Ah."

Feng Qingyang laughed: "You don't dare to make a move? Weren't you quite skillful the first time you made a move? I couldn't beat you, I used sneak attacks, provocations, and all kinds of moves, but you didn't dare to make a move."

Linghu Chong's face flushed red. "Don't blame me, Grand Master. At that time, I didn't know your true identity and thought it was someone from the Demon Sect who was deceiving me, so I fought with you. Now that I know your identity, I naturally don't dare to offend you anymore."

Feng Qingyang sneered: "Don't say such things. Do you think that I am too old to beat you? Or are you afraid that I will beat you again like last time?"

"of course not!"

Linghu Chong argued loudly.

"I……"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Before Linghu Chong could finish his words, Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said directly: "If you really think you have made progress, then prove it to me. Don't end up being beaten like last time and shouting 'Uncle Grand Master, stop beating me, stop beating me.'"

Linghu Chong wanted to say something else, but his face turned red when he heard Feng Qingyang's last sentence. Especially since Feng Qingyang used a sarcastic tone, Linghu Chong stood up in an instant.

"Since Grand Master Uncle intends to test my disciple's martial arts, then I am offended."

Although begging for mercy from his elders was nothing, he still couldn't hold back after hearing Feng Qingyang's words.

Feng Qingyang sneered: "Are you always so hesitant when fighting with others?"

I can't bear it anymore!

Linghu Chong's face darkened and he thrust his sword forward.

Chapter 169: Letter

Linghu Chong started with the Huashan sword technique "Green Pine Welcoming the Guest".

Feng Qingyang just looked at him indifferently, his face showing no sadness or joy, his hands behind his back, motionless.

After several months of diligent practice, Linghu Chong's swordsmanship has become more and more proficient and swift. This sword is much faster than the previous months.

"Excuse me, Grand Master Uncle!"

Linghu Chong shouted loudly and moved extremely quickly.

A few months ago, he was hung up and beaten by Feng Qingyang. After several months of hard training, he was confident that even if he could not win, he would not be beaten as badly as he was a few months ago.

The sword flashed, and Linghu Chong's eyes blurred. Feng Qingyang, who had been standing motionless just now, had disappeared.

"Ok?"

Linghu Chong was startled and was about to look around when a yawn sounded from not far behind him.

"Where are you looking?"

Linghu Chong turned his head quickly and saw Feng Qingyang lying on a rock with his head supported by one hand, looking quite relaxed.

"Sleepy."

Feng Qingyang looked sleepy.

Linghu Chong's blood boiled at what he saw. His hand trembled, and the tip of the sword pointed upward. Another sword pierced the sun like a white rainbow.

Feng Qingyang turned over and dodged the sword, then lay down and pressed Linghu Chong's sword to the ground with his body.

Linghu Chong wanted to draw back his sword upon seeing this, but he found that it was like rooted and he couldn't pull it back no matter how hard he tried.

"Your ugly offering is pretty good, don't offer it next time."

Feng Qingyang laughed.

Linghu Chong kept silent. The other party had hurt his self-esteem so much that he was really angry.

Linghu Chong exerted force with his arms and pulled the sword back violently. He finally pulled the sword back and continued his offensive. However, no matter how he attacked, he could not touch Feng Qingyang. Every time he felt that he was almost successful, but he was always just that little bit short.

"Almost, almost, why is it always just a little bit."

Linghu Chong became more and more anxious, his attacks became less methodical and he pursued them more eagerly.

Feng Qingyang suddenly raised his leg and kicked him in the chest. Linghu Chong felt pain in his chest and stepped back repeatedly.

"Almost?"

Feng Qingyang stood up and attacked Linghu Chong for the first time, stretching out his left hand and pulling back. Linghu Chong hurriedly moved back to defend, but Feng Qingyang was faster than him. Linghu Chong was hit in the left shoulder and immediately grimaced in pain.

Each of Feng Qingyang's attacks was extremely fast, and Linghu Chong was always unable to defend in time, always just a little bit short. Feng Qingyang hit him in multiple parts of his body, causing pain all over his body.

"When you're practicing, you always say you're almost there, but now you're always a little short. If you were to really fight someone, this little shortcoming would be enough to cost you your life many times over."

Bang!

Linghu Chong was blown away by Feng Qingyang.

"You are so bad at using the Huashan Sword Technique, and your movements are so slow. Your legs and feet are even worse than those of an old man in his seventies or eighties like me. The Huashan Sword Technique looks like a mere decoration in your hands. Who are you performing for?"

Feng Qingyang sneered.

Linghu Chong looked depressed and became angry after hearing Feng Qingyang's words.

"Then please teach my grandson how to use it."

"hehe."

Feng Qingyang laughed: "Since you are so eager to learn, I will teach you reluctantly."

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang looked around, raised his sleeves, and a gust of wind blew out, hitting a branch. The branch flew and fell into Feng Qingyang's hand.

Feng Qingyang held his waist with one hand and a branch with the other, just looking at Linghu Chong with a smile, but his whole temperament suddenly changed and his sharpness was revealed.

"Now I will show you the Huashan sword technique move by move. Please watch carefully and learn well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang shook his wrist and started with the same move - Welcoming Guests with Green Pines - but both the speed and movement were much more fierce than the one Linghu Chong had just used.

Linghu Chong was startled and quickly got up to defend himself.

Bang!

The tip of the branch in Feng Qingyang's hand touched his left shoulder. Linghu Chong felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, but he reacted quickly. He raised his right hand and swept the sword upward, trying to chop off the branch, but Feng Qingyang had already pulled back the branch. With a turn of his wrist, he used a move called White Rainbow Piercing the Sun to hit Linghu Chong on the back. Linghu Chong immediately felt a burning pain in his back.

But it was not over yet. Feng Qingyang kept whipping Linghu Chong with the branch in his hand, and each blow hit Linghu Chong hard. Every move was Huashan sword technique, and Linghu Chong did not dodge once.

Linghu Chong took more than seventy or eighty hits from Feng Qingyang before he stopped.

"I have just used all the Huashan sword techniques. How do you feel?"

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Linghu Chong grimaced, his entire body except his face felt burning with pain.

Feng Qingyang withdrew the internal force attached to the branch and threw it aside, with a somewhat refreshed expression.

"Do you still think you're almost there?"

Linghu Chong looked ashamed when asked and responded in silence.

After a while.

"My disciple is arrogant and complacent. Grandmaster Uncle is teaching him a lesson."

Linghu Chong said sullenly.

"Uncle Grandmaster, please rest assured. I know my mistake and will continue to concentrate on practicing at the Cliff of Repentance."

Although he was beaten as badly as last time, Linghu Chong was still grateful to Feng Qingyang in his heart. The other party was telling him not to be complacent.

And this time was much better than last time. At least the other party didn’t slap me in the face.

"Ah."