Hu Fei watched Linghu Chong walk towards him, knowing that his biggest difficulty today had come.

"Ling Hu Chong's martial arts are still higher than his own. Hu Fei muttered silently, "If you want to win, you can only see if my hole cards can be regarded as Death Ling Hu Chong's current swordsmanship." ”

Ling Hu Chong and Hu Fei held their swords against each other, looking at the person opposite them.

"Linghu Chong, you are not suitable to survive in this world, you are a prodigal son, but you bear the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Huashan faction, your shoulders can't bear everyone's expectations, and you can't bear this responsibility, let me pave the way for you," Hu Fei sighed in his heart, "If I want to help you, I have to defeat you!"

Ling Hu Chong looked at Hu Fei, and felt infinite emotion in his heart, once upon a time, the two were confidants who drank together and practiced swords together, but now they have to fight each other with a sword, "Fat junior brother, you are very powerful, I don't want to fight against you, it's just that how can my Huashan senior disciple lose to a junior disciple who has just started for less than a year, come on, let me see how much you have improved over the years." ”

Ling Hu Chong and Hu Fei drew their swords at the same time, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", which surrounded the world.

Yue Buqun watched the sword competition between the two from the side, and asked Ning Zhongze, "Senior sister, look, who will win this game!"

Ning Zhong looked at the competition on the field and said without hesitation: "Chong'er has been practicing martial arts for many years, judging from the strength Fei'er showed just now, if Fei'er doesn't have any hole cards, Chong'er will win." ”

Yue Buqun also nodded in agreement.

The two people on the field made more than 50 moves in a row, but rarely heard the sound of sword blades colliding, Hu Fei was afraid of Ling Hu Chong's internal strength that was much higher than him, but Ling Hu Chong was afraid of Hu Fei's huge strength.

In the martial arts arena, the blade flickered, reflecting rays of light, stimulating the eyes of the crowd from time to time, but everyone did not blink, watching this rare competition among the disciples with full attention.

Finally, the sword light on the field stopped, and Hu Fei's clothes on his shoulders and waist were torn, making Hu Chong cut a big hole in his clothes from his left shoulder to his right ribs.

"Senior brother, I'm really a little worse than you now," Hu Fei looked at his broken clothes, "But Senior Brother has a reason why he must win, so Senior Brother Shu can't admit defeat yet." ”

Ling Hu Chong laughed, "That's right, let's do our best, I'm still waiting for the fight to be over, let's have a good drink!"

Hu Fei also smiled: "That's natural, the senior brother wants to drink, and the junior brother naturally sacrifices his life to accompany him." ”

Ling Hu Chong and Hu Fei looked at each other for a while, and then looked up to the sky and laughed.

Hu Fei understood at this moment why Ling Hu Chong was liked by so many people, and even he liked this character ten years ago.

Ling Hu Chong is a representative of many young people in modern times, who want to live without restraint and do not want to take responsibility for themselves, this kind of person is the best person for friends, but for his family, he is an irresponsible deserter.

Hu Fei and Ling Hu Chong glanced at each other in laughter and nodded to each other, they both knew that they were going to be serious later.

Hu Fei put on a shelf similar to Huashan's swordsmanship starting style Cangsong to welcome guests.

Linghu Chong's long sword went straight to Hu Fei's chest, but it was as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest, and before the sword hit the target, it ushered in the counterattack of countless sword shadows.

"Welcome Song!" Hu Fei shouted, and the sword in his hand became even faster.

Ling Hu Chong conjured three different sword styles in a row, giving full play to the ethereal transformation of the Hengshan faction, the vertical and horizontal battlefield of the Songshan faction, and the dense and tight Hengshan faction to repel Hu Fei's fast sword.

Seeing that the move was broken, Hu Fei kept in his hand, put the sword back into its sheath, and suddenly pulled it out again, as if it was a joint slash, and it was more than one percent faster than the previous sword shadow.

"A silver lining!"

Ling Hu Chong was caught off guard, so he had to turn over and run towards the sky.

"Stone Monkey Watching the Sea!"

Hu Fei half-squatted, making a strange movement like a monkey, and the long sword in his hand swept towards the sky.

Linghu Chong had to split Huashan with one move, hit Hu Fei's long sword, and took this opportunity to fall to the ground, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

"Immortal shoe drying!"

Hu Fei didn't wait for Ling Hu Chong to stand firm, waved his long sword, and even lifted a kick and kicked straight at Ling Hu Chong.

Linghu Chong dodged sideways, and the long sword stabbed towards Hu Fei.

"Opportunity!" Hu Fei saw Ling Hu Chong respond like this, and knew that his wishful thinking had begun.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong had just landed, and his feet were unstable to make such movements, and the center of gravity of his body was naturally unstable.

"Dream Pen Flowers!"

Hu Fei stabbed at Ling Hu Chong's long sword with his long sword, the two long swords were intertwined, constantly leading Ling Hu Chong's center of gravity to lean forward, and suddenly the long sword in Hu Fei's hand changed its direction wonderfully, as if a branch had grown on the long sword, and it went straight to Ling Hu Chong's left leg.

Linghu Chong could only retreat to avoid it, and this retreat determined the outcome of this competition.

Even in the process of the center of gravity constantly moving forward, ordinary people suddenly retreat, and the center of gravity will not be well grasped for a while, not to mention that Ling Hu Chong still fell from the sky and faced the battle under the premise that the center of gravity was unstable.

"Farewell Song!"

Hu Fei seemed to use the previous pine to welcome the guests, but the long sword at this time did not turn into countless sword shadows, only a sword light, and galloped away.

Ling Hu Chong stood firm, looked at the long sword around his neck, and knew that he had lost.

"Hahaha, good swordsmanship, let's drink together with the fat junior brother, don't forget!" Ling Hu Chong laughed, not caring about the competition just now.

"Of course, where do I still have a few pots of good wine, and the senior brother will come to me in a moment. Hu Fei withdrew his long sword and replied with a smile.

"There's good wine, good, good. Linghu rushed towards Hu Fei and arched his hand to the side.

"Finally won, it's not easy!" Hu Fei dared to breathe a sigh of relief at this time, and the sweat on his body couldn't be contained, and it continued to flow out along the pores, "Ling Hu Chong is really talented, and he can actually use the swordsmanship of the Wuyue Sword Sect flexibly in such a short period of time, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't touched the artistic conception of the swordsmanship and didn't know how to see the moves, I would have lost now." ”

In order to win this game, Hu Fei learned about Linghu Chong's habit of taking out the sword, the way of fighting, and one step at a time, introducing Linghu Chong into his rhythm, and finally won in one fell swoop.

Hu Fei steadied himself and waited for Yue Buqun to come and comment.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong got up from the Taishi chair and came to the disciples.

It's just that Yue Buqun's face was a little weird, while Ning Zhong was very happy, glad that this big competition didn't hurt a single Huashan disciple.

"Fei'er, what kind of swordsmanship is this!" Yue Buqun asked Hu Fei.

"The return of the five mountains does not look at the mountain, and the return of the Yellow Mountain does not look at the mountain. This is "Three Hundred and Sixty-five Views of Yellow Mountain"!" Hu Fei was very proud.

This "Three Hundred and Sixty-five Views of Yellow Mountain" is the meaning of Hu Fei's sentence "The return of the five mountains does not look at the mountain, and the return of the Yellow Mountain does not look at the Yue", which integrates all the swordsmanship of the five mountains on the stone carving and the broken moves left by the elders of the Demon Sect.

Although it is named "Three Hundred and Sixty-five Views of Yellow Mountain", but now there are only a dozen moves, and now this set of centipedes is only a prototype, after all, Hu Fei's vision is not high at this time, his kung fu is not high, and his understanding of martial arts on national arts and stone carvings is not enough, and he has not visited Huangshan on the spot, but just looked at the picture of Huangshan on his mobile phone.

"Three Hundred and Sixty-five Views of Yellow Mountain," Yue Buqun muttered twice, and scolded angrily, "What a Yellow Mountain swordsmanship!"

In front of all the disciples, Yue Buqun was not angry, so he had to hastily announce the end of the Huashan Competition, and then waved his robe and turned to leave.

The disciples looked at each other, and somehow made the head of the sect unhappy.

Ning Zhong saw that her husband turned around and left despite Dabi, so he had to make a closing speech on his behalf.

The disciples of Huashan had no choice but to go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the Huashan faction canteen, there are more Huashan disciples today, and the canteen has been busy for a long time before today's food is ready.

The Huashan disciples each followed their good brothers and came in groups.

Hu Fei came late, he held two large jars of wine, and as soon as he entered the cafeteria, he felt a lightness in his hand, and it turned out that Ling Hu Chong and Lu Dayou took the wine jars separately.

"It's good wine, and when I smell it, the wine worms in my stomach get noisy. Ling Hu Chong took the wine jar, sniffled, and his face was full of enjoyment, "Fat junior brother, since you have taken out such a good wine, senior brother, I don't care about you winning me today." ”

Ling Hu Chong turned to the group of Huashan disciples and said, "Today, the fat junior brother invited all of us to drink good wine, everyone should thank him quickly!"

A group of Huashan disciples coaxed: "Senior Brother Xie appreciates the wine." ”

Hu Fei shook his head at the group of Huashan disciples who were not doing right, and shouted: "Since you want to drink, you will drink enough today, who can stand up and go out of this door, you have to ask my senior brother if he agrees!"

Linghu Chong slapped his thigh, "That's it, everyone won't get drunk today!"

"If you don't get drunk, you won't return!" the disciples of the Huashan faction all made a fuss.

This night, all the disciples of the Huashan faction were drunk in the cafeteria, not only Yue Lingshan and the female disciples of Huashan, but even the disciples who guarded the door did not stay, and they made a fuss all night, and in the end, only Hu Fei and Ling Hu Chong were left, and they were also shaky and would fall down at any time.

"Fat junior brother, although the swordsmanship you used today is good, the master is not happy. Ling Hu Chong said with a hazy sense of wine.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I have already discussed it with Master. Hu Fei was also full of wine, and explained to Ling Hu Chong.

"That's good, then I'm relieved. Linghu Chong smirked twice and fell to the ground.

Hu Fei watched Linghu rush down, and with his still a little sober head, he picked him up, staggered out of the door, and sent him back to the room.

After throwing Ling Hu Chong on the bed, Hu Fei came back and picked up the senior brothers and sisters lying in the cafeteria one by one and sent them back to their own rooms.

Until the person was finished, Hu Fei planned to go back to his room, and the wine kept rising, and after a while, he didn't know anything.