"And the ghost sword Ling Fang is nothing, the real power is his master, that is, Ling Yuantu, the founder of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, I think that Ling Yuantu relied on the seventy-two ways to ward off evil swordsmanship all over the entire southern green forest road without an opponent, and broke into a great reputation, and later because his prestige is too big, there is a faint posture of the first person in the southern martial arts, so many famous and decent masters can't sit still, and they have gone to challenge, and the results are all defeated without exception, even your ancestor Changqingzi is among them."

Speaking of this, Yu Cangshan paused slightly, then sighed and continued: "Your master ancestor is extremely talented in martial arts, especially in swordsmanship, he is even more talented, he stepped into the congenital realm in his twenties, advanced to the realm of congenital small achievements in his thirties, and broke through the bottleneck to enter the realm of innate great achievements in his forties, becoming a super-first-class master, a rare genius in hundreds of years, and also the most promising candidate for my Qingcheng faction to enter the realm of grandmasters in the past few hundred years. ”

"Because of this, your ancestor is extremely arrogant, after hearing about Ling Yuantu's prestige and achievements, he couldn't help but go to the Yuezhou Fuwei Dart Bureau to challenge Ling Yuantu, defeated in a battle, and has been haunted by this matter since he came back, so he decided to close the pass, vowing to create a sword technique that is more wonderful than the sword technique to ward off evil spirits, and then go to Ling Yuantu to compare the sword with shame. Your master and ancestor have been in retreat for nine years, but after all, they have not been able to create a sword technique that is more powerful than the sword technique to ward off evil spirits, and finally his hard work is exhausted and he dies of depression. Since the death of his old man, our Qingcheng faction has lost its top masters, and this is gradually weakening, so that the stinky nuns of the Emei faction have pressed on their heads. ”

Ling Muyun outside the window was also secretly speechless when he heard this, it turned out that his family still had such a feud with this Qingcheng faction, to say that his great-ancestor who had never met was really powerful, and he actually beat the generation of martial arts geniuses of the Qingcheng faction to death, no wonder the Qingcheng faction coveted his family's evil sword spectrum so much, and he was so ruthless, how much resentment this must have!

At this time, I heard Yu Cangshan say again: "Renhao, Renjie, you two don't have to be too discouraged, although your right hand is crippled, don't you still have your left hand?" When the time comes, when the Ling family's evil sword spectrum is snatched, it will be the first to be taught to you by the teacher, the two of you have the original swordsmanship foundation, and then practice the evil sword technique, and it won't take a few years to become the best among the younger generation again. ”

"Master, since the Ling family's evil warding sword technique is so powerful, after taking it from the Ling family, will the people of the Songshan faction give it to us?"

"There shouldn't be any problem, if the Songshan faction wants to infiltrate Shu through us, how can it not give us any benefits? Besides, the battle between your master and Ling Yuantu was conducted in private, and there were very few people who knew about it, even a very few people in our Qingcheng faction knew about it, and the people in the Songshan faction even more unknown, so their understanding of the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits would not be as profound as ours, and they might not value it very much, as long as the teacher insisted on it at that time, there was still great hope for winning the sword spectrum. ”

Next, Yu Cangshan gave a few words of encouragement to the two disciples of Luo, and then let the two of them retreat, and then Yu Cangshan blew out the lights, turned around and went to bed to meditate.

Ling Muyun knew that a master of the innate realm like Yu Cangshan had an extremely keen spiritual sense, and when he was exercising, the spiritual platform was empty, and his perception was even a few points stronger than usual, so when he saw Yu Cangshan going to bed, he not only did not relax at all, but became more and more careful, sticking to the wall outside the window and not daring to move, even pressing his breathing to the minimum, exhaling slowly, if there is nothing, so as not to be detected by Yu Cangshan, Ling Muyun knows that his current strength is not strong enough, and there is still a big gap compared with an innate master like Yu CangshanIf you want to attack it, you can only succeed if you are cautious to the extreme.

After about half an hour, Yu Cangshan in the room got up, then took off his clothes, took off his sword, and put it on the side of the bed, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Ling Muyun gritted his teeth and persisted for about half an hour, seeing that the lights in the inn had basically gone out, and he had obviously fallen asleep. I listened to Yu Cangshan's breathing in the room even and long, and it seemed that he was already asleep. Ling Muyun slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and then stretched out his palm and stuck it on the window lattice, and the dark luck shattered the palm power, silently broke the window latch, slowly pushed the window open, and then his body moved lightly into the house, like a dead leaf gently falling to the ground, without making the slightest sound.

Ling Muyun held his breath and walked slowly, slowly walked to Yu Cangshan's bed, raised his long sword, and stabbed it violently at the sleeping Yu Cangshan's heart.

"Who?!"

At this moment, Yu Cangshan, who was asleep, suddenly gave birth to an alarm, opened his eyes suddenly, bounced up from the bed with a loud cry, and slammed towards Ling Muyun with one hand. Although his palm was sent in a hurry, but after all, he was a congenital master, and he was still powerful, Ling Muyun only felt that a sharp palm wind was roaring, as if the mountain was pressing down head-on, and there was an illusion of suffocation.

"Die!" Ling Muyun gritted his teeth violently, his body did not dodge or dodge, but he used the Nine Yin True Scripture's bone shrinking and unloading method to collapse his chest inward, and at the same time, the sharp sword in his hand was castrated, and even the sword body was slightly shiny because of the strong internal force infusion, drawing a brilliant life-killing sword light in the dark room, stabbing down towards Yu Cangshan's chest like thunder.

However, it was Ling Muyun who knew that this opportunity was rare, once Yu Cangshan was relieved, it would be extremely difficult to kill an innate master like Yu Cangshan with his cultivation of the acquired realm, so he actually tried to accept Yu Cangshan's palm, and he would never give Yu Cangshan the slightest respite.

"Ahh "Poof!"

Two completely different voices sounded almost at the same time, and a sword that condensed almost all of Ling Muyun's internal strength broke through Yu Cangshan's innate body protection qi, and directly penetrated through his chest in Yu Cangshan's terrible scream, nailing Yu Cangshan's entire person to the bed, and blood suddenly spurted out from front and back like a spring, staining the bed red.

Almost at the same time, Yu Cangshan's dying counterattack palm also slapped heavily on Ling Muyun's chest, although Ling Muyun had already used the secret method to unload his strength, and removed nearly half of the strength of Yu Cangshan's palm, but the remaining half of the palm power still undoubtedly scattered the Jiuyang True Qi of Ling Muyun's protective body, and hit him until his sternum was broken and blood sprayed wildly, and his body shot out backwards like a cannonball, directly smashing the window and falling out of the inn.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground with his back on his back, Ling Muyun's body suddenly twisted strangely in mid-air, and he changed his body posture and landed on his feet, but Ling Muyun's injury was too serious, and his body couldn't help but stumble, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out again, and he still reached out to hold on to the back wall of the inn, so he didn't fall to the ground.

"What sound?" "It seems to be Master!" "Go and see Master!" …… At this time, the Qingcheng disciples in the inn were also alarmed by Yu Cangshan's dying screams and Ling Muyun's movements, and the lights were lit up one by one, and a loud shout came from the windows one by one.

"No, I have to leave quickly, otherwise when they react, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave!"

Ling Muyun was anxious in his heart, and staggered out of the alley behind the inn with the pain in his endure, and simply gathered and breathed the beaten true qi in his body, temporarily suppressed the injury in his body, and then quickly disappeared into the street at night.

And not long after Ling Muyun's figure disappeared, a group of Qingcheng sect disciples with swords and blood-red eyes rushed out from the gate of the inn and the alley behind the inn, and searched the market like crazy. Even if they don't know martial arts, they are all punched and kicked, and as soon as Yu Cangshan dies, these Qingcheng disciples will lose their backbone, and they will already be in chaos.

…… Ling Muyun struggled to find an inn in a remote place in Hengyang City, although the door was small and dilapidated, and the decoration inside was extremely simple, but Ling Muyun couldn't care so much at this time, and directly threw a silver ingot on the counter to open a room, and the shopkeeper didn't dare to ask more when he saw Ling Muyun's appearance, so he obediently cashier opened the room.

After entering the room, Ling Muyun sat on the bed with a plop, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, running all the way made his injuries even more serious.

Ling Muyun endured the pain and connected the broken bone on his chest in place, and then took out the wound medicine he carried with him and applied the medicine. At this time, Ling Muyun was extremely nostalgic for the black jade intermittent paste he had obtained in the Condor World, if he had a bottle of black jade intermittent ointment by his side at this time, his bone injuries would be much easier to deal with. It's a pity that it's something from the Condor World, and he can't bring it out, so he can only wait for Huang Yaoshi to study the prescription in the future, and then he will prepare it according to the prescription in the main world. But that's all for the future, and he can't count on it now.

After taking the medicine, Ling Muyun sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and used the Jiuyang Divine Skill to heal the injury. In the place where his mind moved, the strong Jiuyang True Qi ran and wandered in Ling Muyun's body, and the thick Jiuyang True Qi continued to pour into the wounds on his chest, conditioning the body and nourishing the injuries, under the nourishment of the Jiuyang True Qi, Ling Muyun only felt as if he was in a hot spring, although the injuries on his body did not heal immediately, the pain was reduced a lot, and the originally frowning brows were unconsciously relaxed

(To be continued)