After Ning Zhongze and Yilin left, Lin Pingzhi came to Siguo Cliff.

"Senior, you can come out. Lin Pingzhi shouted towards the bottom of the cliff.

Immediately after, a gust of wind blew by.

"Stinky boy, I'm behind you. The voice of the wind sounded from behind Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi didn't even notice when Feng Qingyang appeared behind him.

It seems that the wind is clear, and it is indeed a cow.

At least, Qiao Feng shouldn't be able to reach this realm.

But only should.

Because Qiao Feng is not so good at pretending to be so strong.

"Senior, long time no see. Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

Feng Qingyang nodded, he walked to Lin Pingzhi's side and looked carefully.

"What's the matter, senior?" Lin Pingzhi was stared at by the wind and was furious.

"I noticed that you suddenly have a lot of internal strength. Feng Qingyang said, "And none of them are Zixia Divine Skills." ”

"That's right. Although Lin Pingzhi was frightened, he could see that Feng Qingyang was clear, but he didn't plan to hide it from Feng Qingyang.

"You are a disciple of the Qi Sect, why don't you learn the Zixia Divine Skill?" Feng Qingyang frowned and asked puzzled.

Lin Pingzhi also felt a little aggrieved in his heart.

Isn't this what I don't learn?

This is Yue Buqun's untaught.

Think about it in the original book, Yue Buqun treats Zixia's divine skills as a treasure.

It was even Yue Lingshan who went to steal it, and he succeeded in stealing the Zixia Divine Skill.

In the entire Huashan Qi Sect, except for Yue Buqun, no one knows Zixia Divine Skill anymore.

Not even Ning Zhong.

Because Zixia Divine Skill is not suitable for women to cultivate, Ning Zhong did not practice.

"Zixia's magic skills are only known to my master, if he doesn't teach me, I can't help it. Lin Pingzhi said helplessly.

"Hmph!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly when he heard Lin Pingzhi's words.

"The current Qi Sect is really getting more and more unproductive, and it doesn't even teach its disciples internal strength, so what kind of Qi Sect is it! Shouldn't internal strength be practiced from an early age?" Feng Qingyang said indignantly.

"Senior doesn't need to be angry, maybe my master has his own considerations?" Lin Pingzhi could only help Lao Yue speak at this time.

"Although you have a variety of internal skills in your body, and there is no conflict, but as a disciple of Huashan, you must know the Zixia Divine Skill, you know?" Feng Qingyang suddenly said, "You don't know Huashan's Zixia Divine Skill, how can you prove that you are a disciple of Huashan, and how can you carry forward Huashan?"

Lin Pingzhi heard Feng Qingyang say this, and thought to himself.

It seems that he has to find a way to get Zixia Divine Skill.

"Don't worry, senior, when I go back to Chaoyang Peak this time, I will definitely let my master teach me Zixia Divine Skills. Lin Pingzhi nodded and said.

"Good. The wind cleared.

Then he took a few steps away from Lin Pingzhi.

"Get out of your sword. Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at Lin Pingzhi and said.

"Huh?"

Lin Pingzhi didn't understand the meaning of the wind Qingyang.

What's going on?

How do you let yourself sword against him?

"I'll let you take out the sword, and let the old man see if you have grown. Feng Qingyang suddenly regretted teaching Dugu Nine Swords to Lin Pingzhi.

Did he think there was something wrong with Lin Pingzhi's brain?

Let him play the sword himself, it must be a test of his martial arts.

Do you want him to use his sword to kill himself?

Lin Pingzhi naturally didn't know what Feng Qingyang thought, he just didn't react for a while.

"Understood. Lin Pingzhi nodded.

The Canglang Sword wrapped around the skin of the Huashan standard long sword came out of its sheath with a bang.

"Senior, be careful!" Lin Pingzhi solemnly looked at Feng Qingyang.

He knew it was to prove himself to the wind.

"Drink!"

Lin Pingzhi shouted, and his internal force forced the Canglang Sword with just one wave.

A sword qi struck directly towards Feng Qingyang and killed him.

Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Pingzhi's current sword qi, which was almost at the same level as his sword qi, and he was also a little shocked in his heart.

The idea of originally regretting teaching Lin Pingzhi Dugu Nine Swords regretted it again.

This Dugu Nine Swords really didn't teach the wrong person!

He will definitely carry it forward.

But now the wind is clear, and the primary problem is to solve Lin Pingzhi's attacking sword qi.

Originally, he also planned to directly pinch a sword qi out of thin air to disperse Lin Pingzhi's sword qi.

But now it seems that the sword qi pinched out of thin air can't seem to disperse the sword qi swung out by Lin Pingzhi.

Feng Qingyang's palm stretched out, and a long sword landed on his palm.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout from the wind, the long sword also formed an extremely strong sword qi in his hand, blasting towards Lin Pingzhi's sword qi.

"Boom-"

The two sword qi collided, making a violent sound, and even the valleys still echoed for a long time.

Lin Ping's heart was full of joy.

His identity as Lin Pingzhi has been hiding his strength, and every time he is holding a sword, stabbing back and forth, he can't even use his sword energy.

And the identity of Mingyue Gongzi always uses his fists, so Lin Pingzhi is very unhappy in his heart.

With such a cool sword qi, it is really a waste that you can't pretend to be forced everywhere.

However, Lin Pingzhi also found a point.

It seems that other swordsmen have sword intent.

But there are not many who have sword energy.

Lin Pingzhi plans to wait and ask, and the wind is clear.

"Stinky boy, yes, a lot of growth. Feng Qingyang praised Lin Pingzhi with a smile, "You can force me to use the Qingfeng Sword." ”

"The seniors praised it falsely. Lin Pingzhi, who was praised by the breeze, felt a little fluttering in his heart, "By the way, the seniors, the juniors have something unclear." ”

Hearing that Lin Pingzhi had a problem, Feng Qingyang withdrew the Qingfeng Sword.

"You say. Feng Qingyang said.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang actually received the Qingfeng Sword into his sleeve, Lin Pingzhi was also a little surprised.

If he saw it with his own eyes, even Lin Pingzhi would wonder if Feng Qingyang was the same as himself, and there was also a system storage space.

"Why didn't I use sword qi when I saw other top swordsmen?" Lin Pingzhi asked puzzled.

"Who have you seen?" Feng Qingyang was curious.

Who can be called a top swordsman by Lin Pingzhi?

"The West Gate blows snow, and the Central Plains is a little red. Lin Pingzhi thought about it, and the top swordsmen he saw seemed to be just the two of them.

And the Central Plains is a little red, although the sword intent is very powerful, but the strength of the frontal fight seems to be inferior to himself.

On the contrary, it was the snow blowing at the West Gate, which made Lin Pingzhi feel a little palpitations so far.

"I've heard Simon blow snow. Feng Qingyang had a playful smile on his face.

Lin Pingzhi felt that the snow blowing in Ximen seemed to be not worth mentioning in the eyes of the wind Qingyang.

He didn't know if it was his own delusion.

"A little red in the Central Plains is also very powerful with a sword?" asked Feng Qingyang.

"It should be good, but I don't think he can beat me. Lin Pingzhi said truthfully.

"I can't even beat you, what a fart!" Feng Qingyang criticized.

And the unaware Zhongyuan somewhere sneezed and didn't even know what was going on.

"Do you have a cold?" muttered to himself, wrapping his clothes a little tighter.