Xiyue Huashan has the name of "the first danger in the world", with clouds and mist entangled, and cliffs and dangerous peaks.

The Huashan Sect was founded hundreds of years ago by Hao Datong, a second-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and it was also very prosperous for a while, and it was the bull's ear of the Wuyue Sword Sect.

Now it is the scene of sunset in the West Mountain, after Yue Buqun took his disciples to Hengyang City to watch the ceremony, the base camp of the Huashan faction was extremely empty, and there were no characters who could handle it at all.

However, Yue Buqun was not worried that the Demon Sect would take advantage of the situation, after all, the entire net worth of the Huashan Sect was all related to one of them, even if the Demon Sect really came, it would not be able to scavenge any benefits, it was just a waste of effort.

Qu Yang didn't want to set foot in the territory of the Huashan faction, so Lin Tianheng followed his wishes and asked him to wait for them to come back at the bottom of the mountain.

Lin Tianheng asked Yue Buqun to lead the way, and the three of them came directly to the place where Feng Qingyang lived in seclusion, thinking about the cliff.

Siguo Cliff was originally a place where Guo Xiang missed Yang Guo, but now it is used by the Huashan faction to punish his disciples for thinking about it behind closed doors, which can be regarded as a suitable use.

Lin Tianheng gave Yue Buqun a look, and the latter immediately understood, cleared his throat, and shouted at the internal force: "Uncle Feng, Yue Buqun asks to see." ”

The sound of rolling and shaking the leaves rattled, but when the echo was completely gone, the whole mountain returned to its former tranquility.

Yue Buqun had to look at Lin Tianheng and wait for his next order.

Lin Tianheng raised his eyebrows and motioned for Yue Buqun to continue.

"Uncle Feng, I heard that you are still in the world, please come out and see you."

"Uncle Feng, the past is over, you can come out and meet me."

Yue Buqun shouted hard, and before he knew it, fine beads of sweat had oozed from his forehead, but there was no effect, and there was still no trace of the clear wind.

"The wind is blowing, come out." Lin Tianheng saw that Yue Buqun couldn't count on it, so he could only go out in person.

Lin Tianheng's voice was not as high as Yue Buqun's, it was as dense and continuous as the spring rain of moisturizing things, and the light and fluttering words lingered in the valley for a long time.

"What a lot of power, so much control." Feng Qingyang, who couldn't bear the harassment of Yue Buqun, wanted to go out to avoid it, but after hearing Lin Tianheng's voice, he immediately stopped.

"It turned out that there was a master coming, no wonder Yue Buqun, this kid would know that the old man was still alive." Feng Qingyang stroked his white beard and pondered, "But who will know the whereabouts of the old man?" Let's go out and have a look. ”

Not long after, a figure appeared in front of Lin Tianheng and the others, only to see this person with a white beard and a green robe, depressed expression, and a face like gold paper, it was the Huashan Sword Saint who had lived in seclusion here for decades, and the wind was clear.

"See Uncle Feng." Yue Buqun hurriedly saluted.

Feng Qingyang didn't even glance at Yue Buqun, a junior of the Qi Sect, his attention was all on Lin Tianheng's body.

"Who is Your Excellency? Do we know each other? Feng Qingyang saw that Lin Tianheng's face was about the same age as himself, and he couldn't help but wonder which old friend came to see him, but after thinking about it, none of his old friends seemed to have the right number, so he said.

"Don't think about it, you don't know this seat, and you're here today just to see your Dugu Nine Swords." Lin Tianheng said.

"Since you are not an old man, how can you know the news of the old man?" Feng Qingyang wondered, according to what he thought, there should be no one in the world who knows his whereabouts.

"Does it matter?" Lin Tianheng shook his head and smiled, "Let's draw the sword." ”

"That makes sense." Feng Qingyang smiled with relief, "At your age, I am still obsessed with a swordsmanship, presumably Your Excellency is also a person who loves swords, although the old man has not compared swords with others for decades, but today I can make an exception for Your Excellency." ”

"But no one should watch this battle, Yue Buqun, you should go down the mountain quickly." Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at Yue Buqun, as for Lin Yicong, he is not a person from the Huashan faction, and it is not easy for Feng Qingyang to drive people directly.

"Huh?" Yue Buqun was at a loss for a moment, and then set his eyes on Lin Tianheng.

Lin Tianheng waved his hand, and Yue Buqun said as if he had been amnestied: "The junior retires." ”

Seeing Yue Buqun's figure disappear into the mountain road, Feng Qingyang Fang spoke again: "Your Excellency can make Yue Buqun so jealous, he must be a peerless master, and before he dies, he can compete with the master again, and the old man is also content." ”

"Nope." Lin Tianheng shook his head, called Lin Yicong to his front and said, "Your opponent is not this seat, but him." ”

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Feng Qingyang was immediately furious, and letting a little guy who didn't have any hair grow to challenge him was no different from humiliation.

"Don't get angry." Lin Tianheng pressed his palm and said, "This seat is dozens of years older than you, if you fight with you, it will be a big bully, you still have a trick with my junior." ”

"Hahaha." Feng Qingyang laughed angrily, he was already at this age, and he actually became the "little" in the other party's mouth, which was too deceitful!

"Shameless old thief, take the old man's sword!" As he spoke, Feng Qingyang put his fingers together, pulled out the long sword in his hand, the sword qi roared, and the sword sound roared.

When the sword light flickered, a clear shadow diffused in it, and the sword intent suddenly flourished, like a substance, and the unstoppable energy was like a violent wind, accompanied by the sound of air tearing, and it roared in an instant.

"Stubborn." Lin Tianheng shook his head when he saw this, and an invisible energy shot out from his fingers, like a thunderbolt.

The strength shot directly at the tip of the sword with clear wind, and a sound of gold and iron intersecting erupted, and the sword body immediately trembled violently.

The long sword was trembling, and the wind was shaking his arm, and he only felt a strong force coming from the sword, engulfing everything like a stormy wave.

Feng Qingyang used the true qi of his body to try to defuse this powerful force, and at the same time, his body retreated sharply, and he had to give up this attack.

Lin Tianheng said with a smile: "Dugu Nine Swords is known as a move that breaks the world, but you can tell me, how do you crack the move just now?" ”

Feng Qingyang tried hard to suppress the boiling qi and blood and true qi on his right arm, and he almost wanted to scold his mother in his heart, Lao Tzu didn't even see how you made a move, and you still cracked it? it!

"The old man is not your opponent, but your Excellency should not humiliate me like this." The wind cleared and said sullenly.

"I don't mean to humiliate you." Lin Tianheng sighed, "This seat has long said that your opponent is my descendant, you have to do it with this seat, how can you blame others?" ”

"The wind is clear and you have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, I don't know where your Excellency is sacred?" The wind is clear and arches the hand.

"The surname of this seat is Lin Tianheng, I guess you haven't heard of it, after all, this seat has never walked on the rivers and lakes." Lin Tianheng said.

"Lin Tianheng." Feng Qingyang muttered in a low voice, as if there really was no such name in his memory.

'Such a high martial arts, but it has never appeared in the rivers and lakes, is it ......' Feng Qingyang thought of a possibility, could it be that this person is a master of the Great Interior?

"You don't have to worry about the identity of this seat, compare with this junior, let him see the Dugu Nine Swords." Lin Tianheng said.

"What if the old man doesn't want to compare?" Feng Qingyang raised his head and said, people always have a little temper when they get old.

"Then the Huashan Sect doesn't have to exist from now on." Lin Tianheng said coldly, he knew that the life gate of the wind was the Huashan faction, and this threat would definitely work.

Sure enough, Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly became fierce, full of murderous intent.

"You dare!" Feng Qingyang squeezed out two words from his throat, as if there was a feeling of choosing people and devouring them.

Lin Tianheng didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, his eyes were indifferent, as if he was not moved by him at all.

"Let's compare, let's compare." Feng Qingyang said deflatedly, "After seeing the old man's Dugu Nine Swords, you are not allowed to do anything to the Huashan faction." ”

"Of course." Lin Tianheng smiled, "Those little guys from the Huashan faction are not worth the trouble of this seat. ”

"The old man is fine, but this kid, can't he succeed?" Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Yicong, his eyes full of doubts.

Before Lin Yicong, who was full of displeasure, could speak, Lin Tianheng said: "Although this junior has just refined qi for a short time, he has absorbed the lifelong skills of many masters such as Ren Wuxing, so you better be careful." ”

Feng Qingyang is old and frail, even if he is slightly better than Lin Yicong in terms of skills, he is indeed at a disadvantage physically.

"Let me do it...... Star-sucking magic skills, you are people of the Demon Sect! The wind was clear, and there was murderous intent flashing in his eyes.