Rebirth of Smiling Proud Huashan Liangfa

Liang Fa discovered Zhao Tianlei's strength, so he no longer hid his clumsiness and directly used the spear-breaking style of Dugu Nine Swords.

Seeing that Zhao Tianlei's long stick was attacking again, Liang Fa no longer gave in, but took advantage of the situation and moved a little closer to the long stick, which made the stick move even faster.

Before Zhao Tianlei could react, Liang Fa raised his long sword and stabbed Zhao Tianlei's right hand directly.

Zhao Tianlei had no time to react and had to let go.

Liang Fa took advantage of the victory to pursue, and continued to extend the long sword. Zhao Tianlei released his hands and the long stick fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Liang Fa's long sword was pointed less than three inches in front of Zhao Tianlei's face.

"I... lost." Zhao Tianlei did not expect that he would be defeated by a young man, and he would be defeated so quickly and completely.

"Accept!" Liang Fa retracted his sword, turned around and said to Ren Yingying: "Okay, can I leave this time?"

"You!" Ren Yingying gritted her teeth in anger, but she was helpless. After all, the reinforcements she invited were no match for him.

"I found that you are really a spoiled young lady. It is normal to lose in a fight, but I have never seen you call someone after losing." Liang Fa said, shaking his head.

In fact, in the martial arts world, it is quite common to give up someone if you can't beat him in a fight. Just like in the original work, Shaolin disciple Xin Guoliang couldn't beat Ren Yingying, so he moved Master Fang Sheng out later.

"Hmph, just wait for me!" Ren Yingying's face turned red and she stamped her feet angrily.

"If you continue to call people, will it be Dongfang Bubai's turn?" Liang Fa asked with a smile.

"You!" Ren Yingying was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but it was impossible for her to call Dongfang Bubai down the mountain. After all, he was the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect and was responsible for everything.

"Young man, what was the last set of swordsmanship you used?" Zhao Tianlei asked.

"What? Do you want to continue the competition?" Liang Fa thought that Zhao Tianlei refused to admit defeat and planned to compete again.

"No, no, when my master met someone from your Huashan sect, his swordsmanship was simple, crisp, and powerful. Your moves are somewhat similar to what my master said." Zhao Tianlei expressed his doubts.

"He didn't tell you the name of that sword technique?" Liang Fa asked curiously.

"Dugu Nine Swords!" Zhao Tianlei said word by word.

"Not bad!" Liang Fa nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, was Uncle Feng Taishi fighting with them, or was Uncle Feng Taishi's master?I don’t know, but you can go back and ask Uncle Feng Taishi.

"I see, then my defeat was not unjust." Zhao Tianlei sighed, as if he could be forgiven for being defeated by Dugu's Nine Swords.

"Back then, the former leader also praised Huashan Feng Qingyang for his outstanding swordsmanship and unpredictable ghosts and gods. You must be a descendant of his lineage, right?" Although Zhao Tianlei lives in seclusion in the back mountains, he knows a lot about the world.

"You quite understand." Liang Fa shook his head and put away his sword.

"Before the competition, you mentioned my master's name. Do you know them?" Zhao Tianlei thought of his father and master and asked hurriedly.

"Of course I know." Liang Fa turned around and said to Zhao Tianlei: "The names of the ten elders of your sect are like thunder. First they stole the Wudang Sect's Zhenwu Sword and Tai Chi Sutra, then they broke into Huashan and stole the Sunflower Book, and then they He came back to take revenge again and killed countless masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. How powerful!"

Zhao Tianlei smiled awkwardly and couldn't ask any more questions.

Liang Fa took the long sword and headed towards Hengshan Mountain, no longer paying attention to Ren Yingying and Zhao Tianlei.

"Elder, he just said that my father was missing, not dead. Does that mean my father is still alive?" Ren Yingying asked Zhao Tianlei.

"I just don't know if what he said is true?" Zhao Tianlei asked doubtfully: "Although this kid knows many things, who knows whether he really knows it or just hearsay."

"I never believed that my father was not alive, and it turned out to be true." Ren Yingying felt that as long as there was a possibility, she would have to investigate.

"Well, you can contact Xiang Wentian privately. This boy was very close to your father back then. I guess he is the only one in the teaching who still thinks of your father now." Zhao Tianlei sighed.

"I know." Ren Yingying nodded and took note.

Zhao Tianlei was a little discouraged. He had been studying hard for decades, but he was defeated by a young man. If it were anyone else, he would probably be mentally shattered.

Go back and practice hard, Zhao Tianlei sighed.

But it was said that Liang Fa finally arrived at the foot of Mount Heng after many days of running around.

Beiyue Hengshan Mountain is majestic and towering.

Seeing that it was getting late, Liang Fa found an inn at the foot of the mountain and took a short rest.

The next day, after Liang Fa washed up, put on clean clothes, wiped the dust on the sword box, then set off and climbed up towards Baiyun Temple.

"He who comes, stop!" As soon as he reached the mountainside, Liang Fa met the disciples of the Hengshan Sect guarding the mountain gate.

"Senior sisters, I have sent Liang Fa down from Huashan Mountain to pay homage to the head master, please report." Liang Fa bowed and saluted.

"Amitabha. It turns out to be Senior Brother Liang! Please do me a favor, Senior Brother Liang!" After the man saluted the Buddha with one hand, he asked someone to report to him, while he took Liang Fa to the living room to entertain him.

"Yiqing, it's your turn to guard the mountain gate today, why did you leave your post without permission?" As soon as the two entered the courtyard, they met another junior master.

"Senior sister, this is Senior Brother Liang from the Huashan Sect, here to pay homage to the leader." Yi Qing said to this person.

"Amitabha. It turns out to be Senior Brother Liang of the Huashan Sect. I met Senior Brother Liang in Yihe." Yihe raised one hand in front of Liang Fa and saluted the Buddha.

"Sister, you are polite!" Liang Fa saluted Yihe.

"Senior Brother Liang, let my senior sister take you there. I'm going back to guard the mountain gate." After Yi Qing said to Liang Fa, he turned and walked down the mountain.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Yiqing!" Liang Fa thanked him with his hands in hand.

"Senior Brother Liang, please come this way!" Yihe led the way.

"Thank you, senior sister Yihe!" Liang Fa hurriedly followed.

"Master, uncle, Senior Brother Liang from the Huashan Sect has arrived." Yihe said to the three Dingjing, Dingxian and Dingyi who were sitting in the hall.

"Liang Fa, a disciple of Huashan Mountain, pays homage to the three masters." Liang Fa hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"Amitabha, Mr. Liang is so polite." Dingxian said with a smile.

"I don't know if Young Master Liang came to Hengshan, but Senior Brother Yue has something to do with me?" Master Dingjing asked.

"Master, I misunderstood." Liang Fa hurriedly took the sword box from his back, held it in front of Dingxian and the other three with both hands, bowed and said: "Last time, Ping Zhi came in a hurry and failed to leave the seniors of the noble sect behind on Mount Huashan. Bring the weapons, and the master has specially ordered them to be sent to you."

"Amitabha!" When Dingjing, Dingxian and Dingyi heard this, their faces were full of solemnity and they hurriedly chanted the Buddha. Then Master Dingxian took the sword box with both hands and placed it on the long table. , open gently.

The long sword in the box is light and soft. It is the standard long sword of the Hengshan Sect. However, there are black spots on the blade, telling the story of the dangerous situation of the owner's life.Presumably, after the long sword drank blood, the sword owner also died, and there was no time to wipe him clean.