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The hand of the wind was gently brushed on the "Yun Lian", as if he was feeling the flow of sword qi, and his complexion also moved with it, sometimes he was happy, and sometimes he was silent. Seeing this, Lin Qingqi couldn't help but be in awe, and secretly admired the martial idiot in front of him. Unexpectedly, suddenly, Feng Buvain pointed the blade of the sword towards him and slashed it at his left arm.

"Little..."Lin Qingqi didn't expect the wind to suddenly "break his wrist", Mo said that it was too late to stop it, even if he was vigilant, he only had time to grab a word.

Looking at the wind again, his face was casual, as if he was in his chest, and the "Yun Lian" in his hand did not express his bloodthirsty will, but rotated around his forearm empathetically. The gorgeous and cold sword light quickly joined together, and the red blood-like texture on the sword body also began to flutter elegantly and smartly, like the flying skirts of the girls, the scenery was beautiful and dreamlike. With the stretching of the sword blade, the originally cold sword qi also became dense and warm, like the fragrance of virginity. Feng Buyi's gaze became blurred, as if he had been intoxicated, and Lin Qingqi, who was sitting opposite him, was surprised and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Yun Lian" quieted down, restrained his light, and returned to the hands of Feng Buvain.

The wind did not hesitate to lower its arms, and a layer of tulle and coat was peeled off and floated down leisurely. Only then did Lin Qingqi notice that when he was dancing in the "cloud practice", he not only tasted the color of the sword, received the sword qi, but also hid a weak hand!

What a sword!

"Master Feng, is this sword really 'Yun Lian'?" Lin Qingqi said as soon as he spoke, but he felt a little knowingly asked.

"Fake!" Feng said casually, returned the long sword to the sheath, threw it to Mu Xue, who was sitting aside, and turned around and walked out.

"Master, how can this person be so rude?" Mu Xue said angrily.

"You go out first!" Lin Qingqi seemed to have something else in mind, and didn't care what Mu Xue was saying.

"Yes, Master!" Mu Xue reluctantly agreed, and opened the curtain.

"Leave the sword!" Lin Qingqi pointed to her hand.

"Hmm!" Mu Xue presented "Yun Lian" to Lin Qingqi.

"False... Lin Qingqi looked at the sword in his hand over and over again, and he couldn't guess why Feng Bu was referring to the deer as a horse.

"Qin Shaoxia, come in!" After a while, Lin Qingqi remembered Qin Yuan, who was still waiting outside the tent, and carefully examined it, but he couldn't feel his presence for a while, and said that he was taboo and martial arts, and deliberately hid the sound of breathing. After one sound, there was no movement outside the tent, and Lin Qingqi called again, but there was still no answer. His heart sank, and he hurriedly parted the tent, the back of the tent was empty, where was Qin Yuan's shadow!

Lin Qingqi hurriedly ordered everyone to search all over the Huashan station, but found nothing!

"Oh no!" Lin Qingqi sighed and sat down in the chair. Now, everyone can only be arranged to bury Feng Qiang and Zhao Zhi.

Seong lost his horse, how do you know if it is a blessing? Qin Yuan is gone, a blessing and a curse?

Those who shouldn't go will go sooner or later, and those who don't expect to see each other will come!

Early the next morning, Kongtong, Shaolin, Wudang and other sects came one after another as if they had made an appointment in advance. Fortunately, the Huashan faction lives in a tent now, otherwise even the threshold would have been broken.

"Master Lin, Qin Yuan is the enemy of all factions, Huashan is hiding this person alone, is it not considering Zhou?"

"What Master Yikong said is very true, Master Lin's move is a righteous anger of fellow martial artists!"

"yes.."" Yes...""Contemptible people...""Your faction..."Wudang Shaolin began with a song and a harmony, and the rest of the factions must follow. Originally, the people who were sent by Shaowu were like wild horses on the loose, and they were chattering.

"Unexpectedly, the various factions came, and they were not welcomed, please go to the big tent with the contemptible people first, and then discuss..."Lin Qingqi forced himself to calm down, but he could no longer control the situation, and instructed Mu Xue and the people to bring in the big tent used for deliberations by the guests, and then make plans.

Although everyone was extremely reluctant, they also knew that standing in the open space and making noise was tantamount to a shrew scolding the street, which really damaged their face, and they followed Lin Qingqi to the big tent. Unexpectedly, it was difficult for the big tent to accommodate it, and it was forced to arrange the seats of each faction according to its position in the rivers and lakes, and some smaller and new factions were "turned away"! Some of them were so popular that they brushed their sleeves away. After a while, the tent finally fell silent.

"You guys really don't hide it, it's really not Qin Yuan who was captured by the contempt faction, it's just a pretender person, this matter..."Lin Qingqi groaned, looking for a face in the crowd, but it was empty.

"I can testify to this!" When Lin Qingqi was alone, the voice he was most looking forward to sounded. Everyone raised their eyes to take a look, but saw a middle-aged man with a tall figure walk in, it was the head of the Jingdao Sect.

"The head of the wind came at the right time, you and I talked about this matter yesterday, so let's talk about it for everyone!" Lin Qingqi led Feng into the upper seat, and he sat down.

"What Master Lin said was right, that person was pretending to be Qin Yuan in a wine shop, and was believed to be true by the disciples of Huashan and captured. Feng Buvain looked at the people in front of him and said solemnly.

Seeing the convincing expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, it seemed that what came into Lin Qingqi's ears was no longer the sharp sound of the wind, but a song that cleared his heart and calmed his nerves.

"It's just that," Feng Buvain suddenly changed his style and said, "The sword of the person who pretended to be Qin Yuan is undoubtedly 'Yun Lian'!"

"What?!" Lin Qingqi asked in surprise as if he had a blow to the head: "But yesterday the head of the wind said that the sword was fake!"

"Master Lin must have heard it wrong, in front of so many swordsmanship masters today, Fu Ru will appreciate it again!" Feng Buvain was provocative, and a little doubt flashed in everyone's eyes.

"The sword is in the tent, just take it!" Lin Qingqi suppressed his anger and pointed in the direction of his tent.

"Obey the order!" Mu Xue replied and went to get the sword.

"Master, it's gone!" A moment later, Mu Xue ran in in a panic.

"Gone, what's missing?" Lin Qingqi asked urgently, and without waiting for Mu Xue to answer, he flew back to the tent. Sure enough, the long sword that had been placed on several cases was gone. Lin Qingqi rummaged around unwillingly, but he didn't even find the shadow of a sword spike.

"This..."Lin Qingqi suddenly felt that the world was turned upside down in front of him, and he didn't know where he was. The various factions pressed the realm and the human sword was lost, Lin Qingqi seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and he didn't know where to put his heart, but he had to walk back into the tent.

"Everyone, that sword is gone!" Lin Qingqi looked at everyone and said word by word.