"Is that you?" Feng Qingyang's face changed drastically, and he took two steps forward and walked in front of Feng Buwei, saying.

"It's me! I hate! I hate the injustice of the sky, so I want him to die! Only when he dies can I get the opportunity to control the Huashan faction! It's ridiculous to say, the tea he drank that day was still sent by me, but he would never have thought that I would be depressed in the tea! Speaking of this, he looked at Han Ping'er again, his eyes were vicious: "It's all you, if it weren't for you, my Xifeng disciple would definitely get the position of the head of the sect, and the Huashan faction would also be thriving under my leadership, and it would become a famous sect comparable to Shaolin Wudang in the future!" ”

He wanted to say something more, but he was pierced through the neck by Feng Qingyang's sword.

This is the end of the farce......

The head of the Huashan faction was finally served by Feng Qingyang, and all the disciples of the Kongtong faction were also driven down the mountain by Fei Wugong......

In the meantime, it seems that the Huashan faction has returned to the silence of the past.

But this is not the case, this time the head of the meeting, the Huashan faction successively lost the two elders of the West Peak and the South Peak, and the disciples in the sect also lost a lot, and the people were panicked and the situation was turbulent.

The most important thing is that he still offended the Kongtong faction, with the current strength of the Huashan faction, if the Kongtong faction goes up the mountain to retaliate, it will definitely not be an opponent.

At this time, the Huashan faction, one of the nine giants in the rivers and lakes in the past, urgently needed a genius to sit in charge.

This character is Han Ping'er, whose martial arts are unfathomable!

In the next few months, in addition to cultivating the I Ching Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra, Han Ping'er taught Feng Qingyang all the Huashan martial arts he had learned from the Sixth Master Wan Yan.

……

Time flies, a year flies.

During this year, the Huashan faction was calm and there were no waves.

To Han Ping'er's surprise, the Kongtong faction came to the door to ask for advice, and only the legend of his sword destroying the three elders of Kongtong was spread throughout the rivers and lakes......

In this year's contact, Han Ping'er discovered Feng Qingyang's other outstanding talent in addition to martial arts, that is, the management and management of the sect.

Inside, Feng Qingyang has successively promoted many seven generations of disciples in the door to important positions, and does not hide his personal interests, and teaches all what he has learned to the disciples in the door.

Outside, Feng Qingyang actively established good relations with some second-rate sects around the Huashan faction and established good cooperation channels.

It is precisely because of this series of measures that the Huashan faction has changed its old style and gradually regained its vitality.

……

On this day, Han Ping'er and Feng Qingyang sat under the general tree in Huashan Zhongfeng to play against each other.

"Uncle Shi, is there anything else you won't have? Martial arts are bottomless, and even chess skills are so demonic. Feng Qingyang looked at the chessboard on the ground and shook his head helplessly.

In the past six months, he and Han Pinger have played more than 30 times, without a victory.

Han Ping'er smiled, slaughtered a long dragon with a sunspot in his hand, and said: "Chess skills, just like martial arts, need to be practiced often, you have a lot of affairs in the door, it is already good to be able to play like this." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled, which was a tacit acquiescence.

"This chess set, named 'Bright Star', will be given to you today!"

"Thank you, Uncle Shi." Feng Qingyang was very happy, and then said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, Dongfeng, Xifeng, Nanfeng, and Beifeng have all sent disciples to investigate, and they have not found the Black Heart Lotus you mentioned. ”

Han Ping'er nodded, he had been looking for this middle peak for several days, but he didn't find the existence of a black heart lotus, I'm afraid this thing can only be found on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

"What big things have happened in the rivers and lakes recently?"

Feng Qingyang took out a piece of gold leaf from his bosom and said, "Master, this is an invitation from the beggar gang, saying what kind of head conference." ”

"The Heads of the Meeting?" Han Ping'er stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that the gold leaf was about the thickness of a fingernail, shining with golden light, dazzling and luxurious, with a wooden stick carved on the front, and a silk thread tied to the top of the stick with a gourd pattern, and couldn't help but quip: "The beggar gang is generous, I think it's okay to change the name to the rich gang." ”

"Yes, speaking of which, the Beggar Gang was only a second-rate sect ten years ago, and now it is almost among the first-class!" Feng Qingyang looked nostalgic, looked at the clouds in the sky, and sighed: "It's a pity, if it weren't for the many affairs in the door, I would really like to meet the heroes of the world for a while!" ”

"The heroes of the world? Who are the denominations participating in the conference? ”

"It is said that this time, the beggar gang invited all major sects of martial arts, including Shaolin, Wudang, Snow Mountain, Kunlun and other nine major sects."

Hearing this, Han Ping'er's eyes lit up and asked, "The Kunlun faction will also participate?" ”

"Yes." Feng Qingyang nodded yes.

"The head of the conference? It's kind of interesting! Han Ping'er muttered, stuffed the gold leaf into his arms, and said, "If you can't go, Uncle Shi will go to join in the fun for you." ”

"Is Uncle Shi leaving?"

Han Ping'er nodded, now that the Huashan faction was on the right track, there was no need for him to stay any longer.

And this time, taking advantage of the meeting of the heads of the beggar gang, I just happened to meet the masters of the Kunlun faction.

I don't know which master the Kunlun faction will send to participate, so I think it should be the third master who is addicted to alcohol.

Thinking of this, he looked at Feng Qingyang and said solemnly: "After that, the Huashan faction will be handed over to you, I hope you can revive the prestige of the sect, and don't fall into the name of the patriarch!" ”

Feng Qingyang said solemnly: "Yes, Uncle Shizu." ”

Han Ping'er patted him on the shoulder, went back to the room to pack his things, and came to the mountain gate under the reluctance of Feng Qingyang......

"Don't send it, go back." Han Ping'er's body rose and fell for a few moments, and then disappeared.

Feng Qingyang watched Han Ping'er's figure disappear from view in an instant, and felt nostalgic.

I don't know if I can reach the martial arts realm of my uncle and ancestor in this life.

He touched his bare head, looked at the birds and white clouds in the sky, and thought.

I don't know if there is a similar world, and if there will be a Huashan disciple in that world who is also called Feng Qingyang......

I don't know if he will also be Dugu Nine Swords.

Is it like yourself, a bald person......

The beggars on the rivers and lakes held a meeting of the heads with great fanfare, and the star gathering platform above the nine heavens was also not calm.

A group of traders are trapped here, unable to go out, and can only know their every move by observing their respective character panels and using their character experiences.

This is nothing, but what really scares everyone is that there are traders around them who have completely left this small world because of the death of the investment object.

The rate of death, which is a bit abnormally fast.

It has only been a little more than a year since everyone was besieged here, but more than 300 traders' investment targets have died.

From the martial arts masters in the nine major sects of the rivers and lakes to the Dharma Protector Hall masters in the second- and third-rate sects, they died one after another bizarrely, which was extremely weird.

It was as if there was a dense fog that could not be seen or touched, shrouded in front of everyone's eyes, lingering, and cutting off the truth.