Gossip rivers and lakes, I tell fortunes and storytellers in Qixia Town

"Hey...."

"Mr. Xiao must not regard himself as a decent person, otherwise he would not have said such a thing."

"Not to mention anything else, just his sword move, I don't think anyone can break it."

"Even if Uncle Feng Tai comes, there may not be a way to crack it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was unknown if Linghu Chong's ears had an illusion, but someone in the secret room snorted coldly, as if he was very angry.

"Humph!"

Linghu Chong suddenly turned back and looked out of the secret room. When he walked outside the secret room, he found that there was no one there. He couldn't help frowning, rubbed his head and said in doubt.

"Did I hear it wrong?"

"It seems that someone 'hummed' just now?"

"Could it be that this mountain is haunted?"

"Or am I hallucinating?"

Linghu Chong thought about it. If he stayed alone for a long time, he would easily experience hallucinations. In severe cases, he might even suffer from hysteria.

But just as he started to face the wall and think about it, did he start to hallucinate?

This is too mysterious!

He, Linghu Chong, wasn't such a person who couldn't stand loneliness?

Shaking his head, Linghu Chong heard the ape cries on the top of Huashan Mountain, thought it was some monkey making the noise, and walked back to the secret room without taking it seriously.

Seeing the calligraphy and painting on the secret room, Linghu Chong murmured softly.

"Break the Huashan sword technique?"

"I bother!"

"Only you can break my Huashan swordsmanship?"

"Then I will practice with you, young master, to see if you really have such abilities!"

After finishing speaking, Linghu Chong randomly picked up a rusty iron sword from the ground, and said in a deep voice.

"To deal with arrogant people like you, using my Huashan faction's saber is an insult!"

"Accept the move, I will stab!"

Linghu Chong looked at the engraving on the stone wall, and thrust out a sword.

I saw that the picture on the stone wall gradually evolved into a shadow, using the stick method on the wall.

After a few moves, Linghu Chong was surprised to find that the shadow's stick technique was able to restrain his own sword technique. No matter what move he used, he seemed to be able to spot his own weakness, and then deal a fatal blow.

After several rounds, Linghu Chong simply threw the saber in his hand on the ground, followed by a cold snort.

"Humph!"

"Even if you really have the ability to break Huashan's swordsmanship, you are just a few bones now. Who else in this world knows that you can break my Huashan's swordsmanship?"

"As long as I erase all these stone carvings, besides that Mr. Xiao, who else in this world can break my Huashan sword technique?"

As he said that, Linghu Chong directly picked up a broad ax next to him, pointed it at the stone wall and threw it over, intending to destroy all the stone carvings on the stone wall.

However, in the next second, there was a wild laugh in the secret room.

"Hahaha!"

"Interesting, really interesting!"

"Young man, are you deceiving yourself and others by destroying this stone carving?"

Linghu Chong's heart tightened when he heard the laughter, he turned around and shouted in a low voice.

"Who?!"

"who is it!"

The next second, Linghu Chong turned around again, and saw an old man in white clothes with a white beard and white hair standing in front of him.

This ghost-like movement method directly shocked Xiao Xuan.

"you..."

"Are you Master Feng Tai?"

If there was no reminder from Xiao Xuan, Linghu Chong would really have thought that the secret room was haunted.

After all, this place is full of bones, and it is really possible that it is haunted.

But with Xiao Xuan's reminder, Linghu Chong looked up and down at this time, the old man exuded an aura of immortality from top to bottom, his body was graceful, and he didn't have a sword in his hand, but his eyes were full of sword intent.

With such a quick movement, there is no shadow left between movements.

There is no sword in hand, but the whole body is surrounded by sword intent...

Linghu Chong immediately thought that this old man was the Master Uncle Feng Qingyang that Xiao Xuan was talking about.

In fact, Linghu Chong's guess was right, the old man was Feng Qingyang, seeing that Linghu Chong recognized him, he nodded slightly.

"Not bad."

"It even recognized me."

"Young man, do you really think that the stone carvings on the stone wall can break Huashan's swordsmanship?"

Linghu Chong was overjoyed when he heard it, and then he knelt down on one knee in front of Feng Qingyang and said sincerely.

"Disciple grandson Linghu Chong pays homage to Grand Master Feng!"

"My disciple is stupid. Seeing that the sword technique on this stone inscription breaks my Huashan sword technique, that's why I made that stupid move just now."

"If it's Grand Master Feng, naturally we won't be defeated by such vulgar moves!"

Feng Qingyang laughed wildly when he heard the words.

"Haha, among the Five Sacred Sword Sects, I think you are the only one who counts as Linghu Chong, but I didn't expect to be taught by that idiot Yue Buqun to become an elm lump!"

Linghu Chong looked Feng Qingyang up and down, frowned and stood up immediately.

"Humph!"

"Uncle Feng Tai, it doesn't matter if you say I'm an elm lump, but if you say I'm a master... I won't learn from you, I'd rather continue to be an elm lump!"

"Unless...unless you stop talking about my master!"

Feng Qingyang looked at Linghu Chong dumbfoundedly, and after a long while, he laughed out of anger.

"Hey!"

"You kid, on the contrary, I beg you to learn the same thing."

Feng Qingyang paused, walked around the secret room, then pointed to the bones on the ground and continued.

"Look at these elders of the Demon Sect, when it comes to martial arts, they haven't seen the best martial arts."

"On the surface, it seems that he has developed a move that can break Huashan's swordsmanship, but in reality?"

"And I don't know that moves are dead, but talents are alive!"

Linghu Chong listened carefully, suddenly enlightened, and grinned.

"Yes!"

"A recruit is dead, but a talent is alive!"

"If I use the move of Feng Laiyi from the Huashan School first, and he uses the sword technique to break the move of Feng Laiyi, and I change to the move of Jinyu Mantang halfway through, he will have no way to break it! "

"Uncle Feng Tai, thank you for your guidance!"

"but..."

"These are the sword techniques of the Wuyue Sword School after all. Uncle Feng Tai, if you come across the evil sword technique that is widely spread in the world, how can you break it?"

I saw Feng Qingyang sitting leisurely on a skull, stroking his long white beard, and said contemptuously in his eyes.

"Evil Sword Technique?"

"Hmph, it's just a low-level swordsmanship. This old man's Dugu Nine Swords can break everything. The sword, gun, sword, halberd, axe, axe, and hook can break all the differences, and the superior internal strength is no longer a problem..."

Before Feng Qingyang finished speaking, Linghu Chong walked up with a silly smile, nodded and said.

"I know I know!"

"The Nine Swords of Dugu can defeat all kinds of martial arts, and the broken knife style can defeat all kinds of swordsmanship such as single sword, double sword, lancet, ghost head sword, machete, and horse sword!"

"The broken gun style can break long spears, halberds, snake spears, eyebrow-leveling sticks, maces, white wax sticks, Zen sticks, and various long-bladed methods that are convenient for shoveling!"

"There is no weapon in the world that Dugu Nine Swords can't deal with!"

As soon as the words finished, Feng Qingyang frowned, looked at Linghu Chong cautiously, and asked coldly.

"Boy, have you ever learned the Dugu Nine Swords?"

"How do you know so clearly?!"

Linghu Chong blinked, then shook his head and said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"No no no!"

"Uncle Feng Tai, my apprentice and grandson have never learned the Dugu Nine Swords, and they don't even know how to make moves."

"However, my disciples have heard about Dugu Nine Swords because of the storyteller."

"It is rumored that it was created by a senior named Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai. Dugu Qiubai has never been defeated, so Dugu Nine Swords became famous."

Feng Qingyang looked at Linghu Chong in a daze, and was shocked in his heart.

Storyteller?

How is this possible?

He obtained the Dugu Nine Swords by chance and coincidence, and it took three months to practice just one move.

Besides, no one else in this Jianghu has ever used the Dugu Nine Swords except him.

Besides him, who else could know so clearly? !

He even knows the name of Dugu Qiubai!

Feng Qingyang only knew that this sword technique was created by Dugu Qiubai, but he didn't know anything about Dugu Qiubai.

Even he didn't know about Dugu seeking defeat, but the storyteller knew it so clearly.

Who is this storyteller, so powerful?

"What did you say?!" Feng Qingyang looked at Linghu Chong in shock and asked quickly.

"A storyteller told me about my Dugu Nine Swords?"

"What's his name? How old is he? How's his sword skill? Could it be that he also knows Dugu Nine Swords?"

Hearing this, Linghu Chong suddenly thought of Mr. Xiao's reminder, so he shook his head, patted his head with an innocent and ignorant look, and said.

"The storyteller's name is Xiao Xuan, and it is said that he has the ability to know the world!"

"Excellent swordsmanship, I have seen his sword technique before, it is called Jianlai, just point to the sky with one hand, and you can borrow a sword from the world!"

"As for Uncle Feng's Dugu Nine Swords, he said..."

Feng Qingyang grabbed Linghu Chong's collar and asked forcefully, "What did you say?"

"It is said that your Dugu Nine Swords are only worth a thousand taels of silver. It can break the world's weapons, but it can't break his Wanjian Guizong!"

Can't break the ten thousand swords and return to the sect?

He, the successor of Dugu Qiubai, can't beat the swordsmanship of a storyteller!

What an arrogant tone!

No one dared to say that about him when he roamed the rivers and lakes in a clear manner!

Unexpectedly, after decades of avoiding the world, such an arrogant person has appeared in this rivers and lakes!

Still a storyteller!

Before Linghu Chong finished speaking, Feng Qingyang frowned and cursed.

"fart!"