"Old man, defeated." After a moment of pranayama, Feng Qingyang sighed faintly, his injury was not serious, and he stabilized his injury with a little pranayama.

"It's just taking advantage of weapons." Lin Tianheng said with a smile, and at the same time looked at Lin Yicong, "Don't hold it up." ”

"Poof."

As soon as Lin Tianheng said this, Lin Yicong finally stopped holding on, spurted out a mouthful of dark red blood, and at the same time inserted the knife in his hand into the soil under his feet, leaning on the knife, so that he did not collapse.

Seeing this, Lin Tianheng nodded instead, Lin Yicong forcibly swung out that knife, which was already extremely depleted, and then collided with Feng Qingyang's strength, if he didn't spit out this bruise, it would definitely aggravate the injury, and maybe leave a secret injury.

"Defeat is defeat." Feng Qingyang insisted, he also knew very well that if Lin Yicong had an ordinary steel knife in his hand, he would definitely not be so embarrassed, and he might have been able to win a long time ago.

But there is no if, people have a magic blade, that is the ability of others, and at this age, Feng Qingyang will naturally not fail to see through this.

What's more, with Lin Tianheng, the great god by his side, in order to keep the Huashan faction, Feng Qingyang tried to avoid hurting Lin Yicong when he started, and he had scruples in his heart, and his strength naturally could not be fully exerted.

When it comes to real combat power, Lin Yicong's junior is still far behind. (Hanging?) Inexistent! ）

"Dugu Nine Swords is really unique, and the sword demon Dugu is really powerful, but it's a pity that you are too far behind him." Lin Tianheng sighed.

"The predecessors are peerless, but my generation is inferior." Feng Qingyang didn't care, although he was the number one swordsman in Huashan and even the world, but it was far inferior to Dugu seeking defeat, and he still had this self-knowledge.

"The sword path of Dugu's life is divided into five realms, sharp sword, soft sword, heavy sword, and no sword. The so-called sharp sword has no intention, the soft sword is impermanent, the heavy sword has no edge, the wooden sword has no edge, and the final no sword has no move, no sword is better than a sword. Lin Tianheng said suddenly.

Lin Yicong listened to the clouds and fog, but the wind was clear but it was like being struck by lightning, and he could hear it attentively.

Lin Tianheng's words meant to stir up the wind and raise the wind, after all, after looking at other people's swordsmanship, he also vomited blood from others, and he didn't give some benefits, it was really unreasonable.

After a long time, the wind cleared and came back to his senses, and sighed: "Thank you for your advice." The old man thought that the way of the sword had reached its peak, but today he knew that there was a long way to go, and there were really people outside the world, and there was a sky outside the sky, and the realm of Dugu's predecessors was indeed the best in ancient and modern times. ”

Looking at the stainless steel long sword that was broken in two, Feng Qingyang suddenly said: "It's okay if it's broken, it's okay if it's broken." ”

"Ancestor, is this the reason why you don't use weapons?" Lin Yicong asked.

Lin Tianheng's face twitched slightly, is there anyone in the martial arts in this realm who is worthy of him to use his own weapons, if he is dealing with those great masters in the main world, of course he will not be stupid enough to fight the enemy with his bare hands, really his Hidden Arsenal is simply used for collection!

However, Lin Tianheng would not tell the truth, and he could only acquiesce.

"The swordsmanship is good, don't lose it, find a successor as soon as possible." Lin Tianheng said to the wind, he felt that it would be a pity if such a swordsmanship was buried in the long river of history.

Now that Tian Boguang is dead, Ling Hu Chong estimates that he will not be punished for the time being, and Feng Qingyang naturally has no chance to pass the sword in the original book, so Lin Tianheng persuaded him to find a successor quickly.

"yes." Feng Qingyang nodded, and said thoughtfully, "It's a pity that there are not many young disciples in the Huashan Sect, and it takes a very high level of understanding to practice this sword technique, and it is not easy to find a suitable successor." ”

"Yue Buqun's big disciple is called Ling Hu Chong, his understanding is good, he is born with good material for sword practice, except for his temperament is a little frivolous and casual, there is nothing wrong with it, but these should be the problems that Yue Buqun should worry about, you can pass the sword to him to try." Lin Tianheng suggested.

"This kid is indeed a talent for sword training." Feng Qingyang agreed, "The old man will consider it." ”

"In that case, there will be no time in the future, haha." After that, Lin Tianheng grabbed Lin Yicong, and the two dodged and went down the cliff.

Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Tianheng who was drifting away, shook his head and said with a smile: "Yes, at our age, it will really be indefinite." ”

"Oops, this kid is really ruthless." Feng Qingyang clutched his chest and walked effortlessly towards the mountain behind the cliff, and whispered in his mouth, "Ling Hu Chong, Ling Hu Chong ......"

While Lin Tianheng grabbed Lin Yicong, he injected a true qi into his body, which instantly suppressed the boiling and riotous qi and blood true power in his body, and dredged many meridians around him by the way.

"Ancestor, this sword technique is very powerful, don't you want him to hand it over?" After Lin Yicong recovered, he spoke as soon as possible.

"First of all, although this swordsmanship is powerful, it is not very powerful; Secondly, we are not robbers, so how can we take them by force. Lin Tianheng said.

Hearing this, Lin Yicong pursed his lips, and said in his heart that he didn't know who went to Shaolin Temple to forcibly ask for the "Yijin Sutra" and the size of the Dan Danfang.

"Besides, how do you know that Ancestor, I haven't obtained this sword technique?" Lin Tianheng smiled deeply, to his level, the exercises under the refining of the gods were all understood at a glance, and they could be understood as soon as they thought about it, and when Feng Qingyang fought against Lin Yicong, the swordsmanship had already been included in his mind.

"I see, Cong'er is confused." Lin Yicong knew that he had said something stupid, so he hurriedly admitted his mistake.

"Presumably, you must have gained something in this battle, sort it out well, polish your true qi for a while, stabilize the meridians around you, and after you get to the Black Wood Cliff, the ancestor will help you advance to the innate level." Lin Tianheng said.

"Innate!" Hearing these two words, Lin Yicong's eyes released two rays of essence when he was neutral, and he looked extremely yearning.

If it weren't for the fear of damaging your foundation, the old man would have forcibly opened up your eight veins of the Qi Jing and helped you break through the innate nature. Lin Tianheng said secretly.

In fact, since Lin Tianheng got more than ten years of life, he could forcibly give birth to an innate master, but he didn't do it.

Because that method is extremely damaging to the human body, and there is a great probability that it will hurt the foundation, Lin Tianheng considered that Lin Yicong was a meritorious man, so he didn't want him to suffer the same pain as himself.

Besides, after getting along for a few days, Lin Tianheng already had a little bit of calf licking in his heart, after all, he was a descendant of his own bloodline, if it wasn't for the fact that the deadline was approaching and the extension of life was imminent, he was unwilling to sacrifice his descendants easily.

After thinking about the cliff, Lin Tianheng saw Yue Buqun fidgeting and waiting at the bottom of the mountain, constantly pacing left and right, which showed his uneasy mood.

"Senpai." Yue Buqun saw the figures of Lin Tianheng and the others, and hurriedly greeted them.

"Don't worry, this seat didn't tell you what happened to Uncle Feng." Lin Tianheng saw the beads of sweat on Yue Buqun's forehead at a glance, and couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you, senior." Yue Buqun hurriedly bowed down and thanked him, now he has offended the Songshan faction, if there is a big Buddha in Feng Qingyang, it will be like having a Dinghai Divine Needle, if Lin Tianheng is unhappy and kills Feng Qingyang, then he should consider whether to go to Songshan to take the blame.

"The Dugu Nine Swords with a clear wind are still above Lin Yuantu's evil sword technique, Xiao Yue, why do you want to go far and near." Lin Tianheng suddenly stared at Yue Buqundao.

"The juniors understand, thank you for your guidance." Yue Buqun bowed deeply again, hiding the embarrassed look on his face.

"But......" Lin Yuantu changed his words and said, "You definitely can't learn, you are modest and elegant on the surface, righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact you are ruthless and vicious, full of wisdom and ambition, you are not suitable for learning such an elegant and free swordsmanship, you don't have this qualification." However, this seat has already recommended your first disciple Ling Hu Chong to Feng Qingyang, as for whether he is willing to teach or not, it depends on you. ”

"The junior apprentice thanked the seniors for their recommendation." Although Lin Tianheng was slapping Yue Buqun's face, he could only greet him with a smile, and he was even thinking in his heart, how could he go to Feng Qingyang to set out the swordsmanship.

Lin Tianheng didn't stop any longer, and after going down the mountain to join Qu Yang, he set off for the Sun Moon Divine Sect's main altar, Black Wood Cliff!