Zongwu: Yue Lao System, grab Huang Rong

Yue Buqun has even practiced the extremely flawed Sword of Exorcism, so how can he resist the temptation of the Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword?

Then the two started talking again.

Li Yu did not tell Yue Lingshan that the sword techniques carved on the cliff were not complete, only the first six levels.

This sword technique has four more levels that lead to the Saint Stage. Its power increases more than tenfold, affecting the celestial phenomena and becoming unstoppable.

The reason why only fragments are left is because it is a crime to possess a treasure.

Although the back mountain of Huashan is extremely deserted and no one may come here for many years, and the location chosen by Li Yu is away from the main road to Siguo Cliff, making it even more remote, there is still a risk of being exposed.

Once the rumor spreads that Huashan has hidden superb swordsmanship, it will definitely attract a large number of people.

If the swordsmanship is only at the heavenly level, the strongest person attracted is probably only a grandmaster.

With Feng Qingyang's current strength, after learning the sixth level of Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique, he is not afraid of them.

What's more, the Huashan Qi Sect at that time was certainly much more powerful than before, and not just anyone could bully them.

But if it involves the Saint level, maybe even the Martial Saint would be alarmed, and then even Feng Qingyang would not be able to handle it.

What if he angered the other party and was slapped to death? Wouldn't Li Yu mean well but end up with a bad result?

Therefore, Li Yu could only leave these.

Huashan can't bear too many words.

But even so, just relying on these six levels of swordsmanship, he can dominate those below the Saint level. This is a rare treasure that can definitely make Yue Buqun, his future father-in-law, envious and he won't have to worry about other people's martial arts all day long.

That evening, after Li Yu sent Yue Lingshan down the mountain, he went to meet the girls as usual.

Afterwards, Li Yu told Huang Rong something, and the latter thought it was amusing and agreed without hesitation, patting her chest and promising with full confidence.

The other girls also went to watch the fun, only Tie Xinlan was left behind.

Holding the girl's soft and tender body in his arms, Li Yu's heart was filled with ripples.

Leaning against each other, the girl's delicate body fragrance lingered on his nose. When he spoke, the warm air gently fanned his blushing face: "How's your Yin Juan training going?"

Tie Xinlan's delicate body stiffened slightly, her heart pounding, almost jumping out of her throat, and she stammered, "Not yet... not yet... not yet."

Li Yu naturally didn't believe it. He was always paying attention to when this "melon" would be ripe. How could he be fooled by this little girl?

He immediately said "Oh" and said, "But I'm still hungry."

Tie Xinlan's cheeks flushed, her breath sweet as orchid, and she whispered, "Then you wait for Sister Rong'er and the others to come back, then... then... ah..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Yu picked him up and walked towards a more secluded place.

Tie Xinlan exclaimed in shock, "Let me go! The White Dragon Chariot is still with Sister Rong'er and the others!"

Li Yu kept walking, lowered his head and smiled, "It's okay. For people of Jianghu, isn't it normal to sit under the sky and on the ground?"

Tie Xinlan's heart trembled: "The sky is covered with mist... Isn't that a wild... wild sex?"

Note: "野合" here refers to having sex in the wilderness. (Records of the Grand Historian, Volume 47, The Family of Confucius) "He and a woman from the Yan clan had sex in the wilderness and gave birth to Confucius.")

Tie Xinlan was a chivalrous, kind-hearted and unconventional woman. After learning of Li Yu's plan, her heart beat faster.

Deep down in my heart, I felt an unprecedented sense of excitement.

Chapter 072 Dugu Nine Swords, not one sword can be used

Mount Hua is extremely steep, but under the wheels of the White Dragon Chariot it looks like flat ground.

The white dragon chariot went straight to the place where the Jade Maiden Sword was engraved. Huang Rong sat in the front of the chariot, while the other girls did not come out of the chariot, but just secretly watched the surrounding scenery.

After a while, Huang Rong grabbed the White Dragon Chariot, stood up, looked around, and summoned her true energy. She said loudly, "Junior Huang Rong, I beg Senior Feng to show himself!"

The sound waves containing internal energy spread out in all directions. The pitch was not high, but every word was clear. It was not until it was close to the Cliff of Repentance that it became inaudible.

After saying this, Huang Rong stopped talking, looked around with her beautiful eyes, and a bright and confident smile on her face.

As expected, not long after the words fell, a green shadow flashed in front, and a masked man in a green robe appeared on the large bluestone at the edge of the cliff.

It was the hidden boss of Huashan - Feng Qingyang.

He was also the one who gave the destined son Linghu Chong the Dugu Nine Swords in the original novel, which enabled the latter to establish himself in the martial arts world with this sword technique.

Feng Qingyang silently looked at Huang Rong for a while and asked, "How do you know me?"

Huang Rong didn't answer, but smiled and said, "I'm so bold as to want to see Senior Feng's Dugu Nine Swords."

"You actually know about the Dugu Nine Swords?" Feng Qingyang was even more surprised. His old eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a bad tone, "Just want to see it?"

Huang Rong turned to look at the Jade Maiden Sword Carving and said, "Brother Yu said that, except for some special things that are absolutely necessary, he likes fair trade the most."

"If you want to take something, you must first give something; after giving something, you must take something. One thing for one thing, and neither owes the other anything."

"So you belong to him." Feng Qingyang suddenly realized and said, "One thing for another, quite interesting. It seems that young man surnamed Li is very interested in my Dugu Nine Swords."

Huang Rong smiled and said, "The sword technique created by the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai is naturally very rare."

Feng Qingyang was no longer surprised that Huang Rong could reveal the origins of the Dugu Nine Swords. He calmly asked, "But why didn't he come and get it himself?"

"Brother Yu has important matters to attend to, and besides, I am very curious about the Dugu Nine Swords, so I am here to ask you for advice." Huang Rong blinked and lied without blushing or getting angry.

　The wind was clear and the air was silent.

Having lived for so many years, how could he not see the perfunctory nature of Huang Rong's words?

Just after observing Li Yu's sword carvings, he knew that he was no match for him. Since Huang Rong gave him face, he was happy to go down the stairs.

Feng Qingyang nodded and said, "I can teach you the sword, but you have to be better than me first."

Seeing that the other party had no sword in his hand, Huang Rong put the sword back into the carriage and broke off two branches of roughly the same length and thickness to use as a wooden sword.

She threw one to Feng Qingyang and then performed a sword salute: "Senior, please!"

Feng Qingyang laughed heartily and pointed his wooden sword: "Come on, little girl."

Huang Rong smiled, moved her body, and disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Feng Qingyang and stabbed him in the back with a sword.

Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and his expression became more serious.

Huang Rong's sword was extremely fast, like lightning, which was beyond his expectations.

It was already a rare achievement for Li Yu to reach the level of Grand Master at such a young age, but I didn't expect that this little girl was also so amazing.

Feng Qingyang did not dare to underestimate it. His true energy surged out, wrapped around the wooden sword, and swung the sword behind him.

As long as he could block Huang Rong's stab, he could use the Dugu Nine Swords, find the flaw in Huang Rong's swordsmanship, and then strike first, take advantage of the opportunity and win with one move.

However, the two wooden swords did not collide as he expected, and Feng Qingyang's sword missed.

Feng Qingyang's heart trembled.

But he felt the wind whistling in his ears, and a light yellow skirt was spinning around him rapidly like a ghost, and the wooden sword in her hand was unpredictable and as fast as lightning, stabbing at him continuously.

Feng Qingyang looked at it carefully, but felt dazzled and could not find any flaws.

Without any flaws to be found, Dugu Nine Swords was naturally useless. Even the "Sword Breaking Style" that was the most effective against swordsmen was unbreakable.

⑵If he forced himself to use the technique, not to mention whether he could hit the target, the opponent would be able to find his weakness first.

9 At that time, "the last one to arrive first" becomes "the first one to arrive last", which is definitely impossible to resist and will inevitably be stabbed by the opponent.

㈣ Feng Qingyang was greatly shocked.

０Without any other options, he could only use the Huashan sword technique.

After the sword energy dispute that year, the Huashan Sect fell into decline and many sword techniques were lost. Only Feng Qingyang, an old antique, still remembered them.

Shan started to perform his moves at this moment. Each of his moves was unique and majestic, and he was light and agile, moving up and down, left and right, and turning as he wished.

⑸The Huashan Sect was once glorious, and its swordsmanship was naturally exquisite. In the hands of the old man Feng Qingyang, it was even more powerful.

Therefore, for a while, Huang Rong's sword technique could not break through his sword circle defense.

④ Of course, Feng Qingyang was unable to launch an effective counterattack because he couldn’t even find the opponent’s shadow.

At this moment, although the fight was in full swing, Feng Qingyang was still a little distracted.

Since he acquired the Dugu Nine Swords, he had been hard to match and was full of ambition. Until the Huashan Sword Qi Contest made him disheartened and retired, the Dugu Nine Swords had never been defeated.

But he never expected that one day, the Dugu Nine Swords would become like waste and useless.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this that even Dugu Nine Swords can't break it?" Feng Qingyang was at a loss.

For a long time, the Sword Demon's Dugu Nine Swords has been Feng Qingyang's belief, but at this moment he felt like his faith had collapsed.

As his spirit weakened, the power of his sword skills decreased immediately. Huang Rong took the opportunity to dodge Feng Qingyang's sword and thrust out the wooden sword in her hand, piercing Feng Qingyang's left arm and shoulder socket.

Feng Qingyang felt a pain in his left shoulder socket and felt a surge of energy on the opponent's wooden sword being retracted. He knew that the opponent was showing mercy.

Otherwise, his left arm would be crippled.

Feng Qingyang came to his senses, but he was unwilling to take advantage of Huang Rong. He let his left arm hang motionless and only used his right hand, as if one of his arms was really disabled.

After suffering a little loss, he learned his lesson. Feng Qingyang was experienced and calmed down quickly.

A closer look at Huang Rong's swordsmanship revealed that there was nothing special about the moves themselves, but they were too sudden, with absolutely no signs beforehand, making it difficult to judge their direction.

The strangeness, speed and danger of it are really hard to guard against and resist.

The two of them attacked and defended, and after a while, Feng Qingyang suddenly stepped back and put away his sword, sighing: "No need to fight, I lost."

This is not an act of modesty, but a heartfelt statement.

As the saying goes: If you defend too long, you will lose. How much more so with Huang Rong's sharp and treacherous swordsmanship?

Feng Qingyang was feeling increasingly exhausted.

In addition, he also felt that although Huang Rong's realm was the same as his, the quality of her true qi was far superior.

In the fight just now, Huang Rong didn't use much of her internal energy. She just relied on her strange sword skills that were completely beyond her opponent's expectations to fight him like this.

From this we can see that once Huang Rong no longer holds back, his defeat will only take a moment.

After figuring it out, Feng Qingyang stopped struggling.

Just give up.

Huang Rong put away her sword and saluted: "Thank you for giving me the upper hand!"

Feng Qingyang shook his head, his expression bleak, and said, "Little girl, I am a straightforward person. You don't need to use those polite words to comfort me."