"I lost!"

Feng Buping looked depressed, his chest rose and fell, his breathing became much shorter, and he said bitterly.

Linghu Chong deflected his head, and simply inserted the Xuantie heavy sword into the scabbard on his back, and turned back to Ning Zhongze's side.

"Let the fox boy be good at swordsmanship, and Feng is willing to bow down. Feng Buping's face was extremely ugly, but his tone was very sincere.

Originally, he thought that Ling Hu Chong would taunt him fiercely after defeating him, but according to the temperament that Ling Hu Chong showed just now, this was something that would definitely happen, and he was ready to be humiliated.

Unexpectedly, Ling Hu Chong, who had been sneering at him and wantonly provocative, and had no one in his eyes, did not insult him after easily knocking off the long sword in his hand, and it was so clean and thorough that it seemed to be like two people before.

"Your swordsmanship is also very good, and you deserve to be the first person in the previous generation of the Sword Sect of my Huashan faction. Ling Hu Chong affirmed Feng Buping's swordsmanship and martial virtues.

Unlike Ling Hu Chong's anti-heaven luck, Feng Buping's Wind Sword Technique was his own originality, and it was completely his own Sword Technique. He has no adventures against the sky, some are just fanatical pursuit of swordsmanship, he can abandon fame and fortune to live in seclusion in the mountains to practice swordsmanship, isolated from the world for fifteen years, relying on this fanatical obsession and never-ending pursuit of martial arts.

The character of this kind of martial idiot is generally very direct, not stupid, and not with a lack of brains, but they are too lazy to use their brains. Except for the deduction and thinking of martial arts, nothing else could arouse their slightest interest.

Would anyone who can create a peerless sword technique be a fool? No one will believe it.

Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian are complete martial arts idiots, in addition to the concept of martial arts, only the glory of the master instilled in their minds since childhood can cause their mood to fluctuate.

"Linghu Gongzi's martial arts are world-famous, my senior brother and sister are not opponents, but today is blood splashed here, we also have to find Yue Buqun to ask for an explanation, ask for a clear understanding?" Cheng Buxian's face was heavy, with an expression of looking at death as if he were at home, looking directly at Ling Hu Chong, without fear.

"Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother Cheng want to talk to Yue for something, they haven't seen each other for fifteen years, and they have a big fight with Yue's disciple as soon as they meet, what is the reason. Yue Buqun, dressed in a purple shirt, stepped in from outside the hall.

"Master!"

All the disciples of the Huashan Sect stepped forward one after another to salute.

"Master, have you broken through to the late peerless realm?"

Feeling the huge coercion emanating from Yue Bu's group, Hu Chong was surprised.

"It's just a fluke, Chong'er, you've worked hard this time, and you've done a good job!"

Yue Buqun nodded, affirming Ling Hu Chong's handling of it.

"Yue Buqun, let me ask you, when you and I were competing for the position of the heir to the head of the family, you made a poisonous oath to the sky, and you will do your best to carry forward the Huashan faction. Why is it that now that you have become the leader, the status of my Huashan faction in the rivers and lakes has plummeted, and the disciples of the Huashan faction are bullied, how did you become the leader. ”

Seeing Yue Buqun, who was dressed in a purple shirt and gorgeous clothes, appeared, Feng Buping's eyes breathed fire, and he was indignant at Yue Buqun, and shouted with resentment.

"Back then, my Huashan disciples went out to practice, who dared to provoke, who dared not to sell a little face, but now, the reputation of the entire Huashan faction in the rivers and lakes has plummeted, but you Yue Buqun has made a loud 'gentleman's sword' title, and he has been bullied by others, and he has apologized to people, cowards, and lost the face of my Huashan sect's ancestors and ancestors. ”

With Feng Buping's questioning, Cheng Buxian also asked loudly.

"You are a person who only cares about your own reputation and leaves behind the development plan of the sect is not worthy of being the head, originally Feng Mou planned to hit Huashan, tear your hypocritical face, and take your position as the head of the Huashan faction. ”

Feng Buping looked bitter, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that your achievements have fallen short, you bastard is still as lucky as fifteen years ago, and you actually let you accept an apprentice with unqualified qualifications, I am not his opponent, even if you die here today, Feng Mou will shout out loudly, you Yue Buqun is not qualified to be the head of the Huashan faction." ”

"Since Yue took over as the head of the Huashan faction, he has asked himself to be conscientious and conscientious, and he dare not have a trace of slackness, how can he not be the head of the house. Facing the accusations of Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian, Yue Buqun said calmly.

"The prestige of the Huashan faction in your hands has plummeted, it is gradually declining, the disciples of Huashan are being bullied, and you hypocrite still have the face to occupy the position of the head of the family. Cheng Bu shouted angrily.

"Call your sister, isn't it louder than anyone now, can you shout a little louder, and what you say will become the truth?"

Ling Hu Chong said unhappily: "If it weren't for the fact that you bastards were fighting in the same room and killing each other in the same sect, resulting in the death and injury of the masters in the sect, how could my Huashan faction have suffered a great loss of strength and been bullied by the Songshan faction for more than ten years." ”

Yue Buqun waved his hand, stopping Ling Hu Chong from continuing.

Seeing this, Ning Zhong sent all the disciples out to practice, and after a while, these disciples of the Huashan faction who were watching the excitement withdrew their essence and went outside to continue farting and chatting.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Cheng, it's not like to quarrel as soon as we meet after not seeing each other for many years, if Uncle Feng finds out, he will definitely blame me again. Yue Buqun smiled and said to Feng Buping: "If you sit down and drink a cup of coarse tea, if you have something to say slowly, Yue will definitely know everything and say everything." ”

"Uncle Feng, which Uncle Feng?" Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian glanced at each other, as if they had something in their minds, and immediately took a step forward and asked nervously.

"Naturally, Uncle Feng is clear, except for his old man, who else in today's rivers and lakes dares to scold my master. Ling Hu Chong clasped his hands and said.

"What?, Uncle Feng is still alive?" Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian were overjoyed when they heard this, and asked impatiently: "Where is Uncle Feng's old man now, I want to see him immediately!"

Feng Qingyang is the predecessor of the Sword Sect, the swordsmanship is extraordinary, the martial arts are world-renowned, he once swept the world with a sword, and rarely met opponents, creating a great reputation for the Huashan faction, and is the most admired idol of the descendants of the Unequal Sword Sect, there is no one.

When the Sword Sect Qi Sect was in flames, Feng Qingyang went out and did not return, which led to the complete failure of the Sword Sect, and the elite of the Sword Sect either died in battle, or could not bear the humiliation of defeat and committed suicide.

Before the two retreated, they had inquired about Feng Qingyang's whereabouts, and Zuihou heard that Feng Qingyang was besieged by a plot, and his life and death were unknown, and he disappeared completely. originally thought that Feng Qingyang, the hero he worshipped, had been assassinated by those despicable villains, and the two of them hugged their heads and cried for several days, but they never thought that they would hear the news that the idol was alive today, and the two of them couldn't be calm on the spot.

Hearing the news of the clear wind, Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian, who were originally calm, immediately had their blood pressure rise by 3,600 degrees, and their tongues trembled a little with excitement. Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, Lao Yue is too fucking strong, and a few words easily make the two of them lose their minds, if they really want to be hostile, these two people have no chance of winning.

(PS: Thank you book friends for my support from Linghu Chong, Fat Man→ Thin Man, and An Xin Xiaoqi)