In just a few minutes, Yang Wenhao has already fought Feng Qingyang for thousands of rounds.

There is no winner or loser in this battle, only who is stronger.

At the beginning, the wind was clear and it was able to cope smoothly.

However, because Yang Wenhao is also good at Dugu Nine Swords, many of Feng Qingyang's moves have no power at all in Yang Wenhao's eyes.

As time passed, the internal force of the wind was gradually overwhelmed.

Feng Qingyang is a congenital powerhouse, but if he is compared with ordinary martial artists, then Feng Qingyang is of course a complete victory, but his current opponent is Yang Wenhao.

A monk who is comparable to his innate and even surpasses.

Just relying on the exercises alone is no longer comparable to Feng Qingyang.

As early as the beginning, the result of the wind was already doomed.

Yang Wenhao's strong internal force is not comparable to Feng Qingyang at all.

Moreover, the true qi in Yang Wenhao's body is far more refined and powerful than that of Feng Qingyang.

At this point, Feng Qingyang completely relied on the glory of the Sword Sect in his heart to fight with Yang Wenhao.

But at this time, he can no longer be compared with Yang Wenhao at all.

In the battle, Yang Wenhao's swordsmanship continued to improve, and in comparison, he had been stuck in the neck, and there was no room to rise at all.

In the end, Yang Wenhao picked up the sword in Feng Qingyang's hand with a sword difference, and if a sword cultivator didn't even have a sword, then he would have no reason to fight.

"It's a loss." Although Feng Qingyang didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help it, and he didn't regret losing to such an amazing genius.

"Ding congratulations to the host for defeating the hidden master of the Huashan Sword Sect in Xiaoao Jianghu and receiving a reward of "Dugu Nine Swords""

"Whether Ding spends a hundred points to fuse "Dugu Nine Swords" can raise the proficiency of "Dugu Nine Swords" by a notch."

"Use."

"The proficiency of "Dugu Nine Swords" has been improved to a full comprehension."

After that, Yang Wenhao set his eyes on Feng Qingyang.

The wind is clear, and he is a rare strong man in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, Feng Qingyang had already consumed all his true qi in Yang Wenhao's battle, and at this time, he could no longer pose any threat to Yang Wenhao.

The sword in his hand was trembling slightly, and no one knew what Yang Wenhao was thinking at this time.

Feng Qingyang also stood there looking at Yang Wenhao, he knew that the man in black in front of him was terrible.

It is estimated that the number one sword cultivator in the world is none other than him.

"I'm sorry."

A faint voice came, and Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, but it was already too late.

A generation of kendo masters returned to the loess in this way.

It's not that Yang Wenhao is cruel, but that's how the world is.

He wouldn't do it if it didn't make a profit, because he knew it didn't make sense.

But he is a congenital master who can be counted on one hand in the wind and arrogance.

"Ding congratulations to the host for killing the wind and getting a reward of five hundred points."

Five hundred points is worthy of the value of Feng Qingyang.

Putting away the sword, Yang Wenhao glanced at the thatched house, and then turned to leave.

After Yang Wenhao left, Ling Hu Chong dared to come out cautiously, and watched from time to time, for fear that the man in black just now would come back.

Holding a dim light in his hand, he slowly walked over to the figure who had fallen to the ground.

In front of him, he was a white-haired old man dressed in white, and the whole person looked as if he was asleep.

Ling Hu Chong tentatively stretched out his hand and put it under the old man's nose, and found that there was no snort, which instantly frightened Ling Hu Chong.

"Dead people."

In fact, Ling Hu Chong's hands were not stained with blood at all, and he had seen a lot of dead people, but it was a very terrible thing to see a dead person in the middle of the night.

"No, I have to tell the master."

Thinking of this, Ling Hu Chong grabbed the torch and ran back.

"Ouch"

Suddenly, Linghu Chong's feet were empty and he lost consciousness.

The next morning, Yang Wenhao had just walked out of his bedroom to get ready for an early morning exercise.

But as soon as I came to the Peach Blossom Forest, I saw a figure running over in a hurry.

"Lingshan?" Yang Wenhao was a little surprised, Yue Lingshan would not come so early in normal times, why did he come so early today, he looked very anxious.

"Yang Wenhao, you are here." Yue Lingshan immediately grabbed Yang Wenhao's hand: "Follow me." ”

"What's wrong?" Being pulled by Yue Lingshan like this, Yang Wenhao was very puzzled.

"They said that an unknown corpse appeared on the cliff in the back mountain." Yue Lingshan said: "Now that all the Huashan disciples have gone, my father asked me to invite you to go." ”

"The corpse of the cliff in the back mountain?"

When he came to Houshan Siguo Cliff, he has been here twice, and Yang Wenhao is also familiar with the road.

At this time, dozens of disciples from all over Huashan Mountain came to Siguo Cliff to gather.

Yang Wenhao happened to see Yue Buqun's frowning expression, and there was Ling Hu Chong who seemed to be talking about something next to Yue Buqun, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

However, the bag on Ling Hu Chong's head that made Yang Wenhao a little concerned.

"Dad, I brought him here." Yue Lingshan said.

Yue Buqun nodded slightly: "Hmm." ”

"Master Yue is looking for me?" Yang Wenhao arched his hand.

"Have you seen this man?" Yue Buqun stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground.

And above the ground, the wind is as clear as if you are asleep.

But at this time, Feng Qingyang's whole body was already stiff, and he was obviously dead for a long time.

Yang Wenhao glanced at it and shook his head unchanged: "I've never seen it." ”

Yue Buqun looked at Yang Wenhao, hoping to see something in Yang Wenhao's eyes, but he was going to disappoint him.

Even if he had already reached Yue Buqun, he would doubt him, but he was still very safe in terms of acting skills.

At least it won't be noticed.

Yue Buqun didn't see anything, and naturally he didn't mean to force Yang Wenhao, after all, he was just suspicious.

Yang Wenhao is the only outsider in Huashan, and this death of an unknown person naturally suspects Yang Wenhao.

In the next few days, the entire Huashan was investigating the identity of this white-haired old man.

But in the end, nothing was found, and in the end, Yue Buqun could only bury it, and ordered his disciples not to disclose this matter, and those who violated the rules of the door were dealt with.

After that, Yue Buqun also came to Yang Wenhao to hope that Yang Wenhao would keep it secret, and Yang Wenhao naturally agreed.

"By the way, Master Yue, I have something to say to Master Yue today." Yang Wenhao arched his hand.

"What?" Yue Buqun looked at Yang Wenhao.

"I think it's almost there." Yang Wenhao said: "I can't stay in Huashan all the time, so I want to say goodbye to Master Yue." ”

Yue Buqun didn't have a surprised look, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, there will be no Shaoxia, what difficulties will my Huashan disciples have in the future, I hope that Shaoxia can remember Huashan's hospitality in the past few days." ”

(End of chapter)