A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Chapter 83 If you don't want it, I won't be polite.

Qiao Feng was full of fighting spirit and had been firing at full speed for two quarters of an hour, showing no signs of fatigue. Regardless of whether Lu Ming told him the truth or not, he felt that Lu Ming was a true hero and someone he could be friends with.

"Young hero, be careful!"

After finishing speaking, he unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms once more, this time in close combat. Each move was imbued with fierce energy, capable of injuring anyone who grazed it, or killing them instantly if it struck.

The attack wasn't fast, but it was flawless. Lu Ming cautiously drew his longsword to counter. It would be difficult to match Qiao Feng's skill level with his Wild Fist technique; ultimately, he would have to rely on his swordsmanship.

Breaking Palm Stance!

Hiding behind the wall, Linghu Chong instantly recognized the sword technique his junior brother used. It was just a fleeting shadow, the sword move leaving no trace, like a gazelle's horns disappearing without a trace—far beyond what he could have memorized by rote. This was the true Dugu Nine Swords!

Qiao Feng was gathering his strength. Each move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was extremely powerful, yet few could truly master it. This was because it was a combo; the preceding palm techniques, whether offensive or defensive, were all accumulating energy, waiting for the final move to be unleashed in full, making it seem unstoppable.

Swordsmanship is elegant, knife skills are sharp, and spear techniques are varied, but fist and palm strikes are the most powerful when used for point-to-point combat.

Lu Ming was also gathering his strength, analyzing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms while exchanging blows with his opponent using his own sword intent, waiting for the final move to finish with the Nine Swords of Dugu, which was equally powerful.

With his momentum building to its peak, Qiao Feng unleashed a palm strike, and the dragon battle raged in the wild!

With sword intent subdued, the longsword vibrated and hummed under the infusion of internal energy, unleashing the Dugu Nine Swords Palm Breaking Style!

The golden dragon and the purple sword energy collided, devouring and eroding each other. A moment later, a loud bang stirred up countless dust particles.

"Cough cough cough!"

The thick smoke obscured the view inside, and the blast wave sent Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun flying. They stomped hard on the blue brick floor, leaving countless cracks, before finally stopping their retreat.

Both of them were momentarily shocked, finding it hard to imagine what the consequences would be if they were hit head-on.

They'll probably be completely destroyed.

"I wonder who will win?"

As the smoke gradually dissipated, they saw a pit that was ten feet wide and two feet deep in front of them, and both of them involuntarily swallowed.

Is this a person?

"Excellent, excellent! Young Master Lu's martial arts are indeed extraordinary. With such skills, someone possessing the healing arts of rejuvenation must be no villain. I admire you. It's a pity there's no wine. Let's drink three large cups and become sworn brothers!"

Qiao Feng's hearty laughter rang out. Although he had little internal strength left, his voice was still booming. His clothes were torn, making it difficult to discern his heroic demeanor.

Lu Ming, seemingly out of nowhere, produced two jugs of wine: "Thirty-year-old Zhuyeqing. Since Chief Qiao thinks so highly of me, let's seize the day and become sworn brothers today. Elder brother, please!"

Qiao Feng caught the wine jar that flew to him, slapped the mud seal off the lid, tilted his head back, and drank it down, fully enjoying the feeling of heroic spirit: "Good, Second Brother!"

The two rushed into the house and started drinking as if no one else was around. When they got to the part they were having fun with, they even burst into hearty laughter.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. What was going on? Just now, it seemed like they were about to fight to the death, hurling such nasty insults. And now, after the fight, they're all sworn brothers?

Zuo Lengchan took a deep breath, cupped his hands to Yue Buqun, and said, "Sect Leader Yue has taken on a fine disciple. On the fifteenth of September, the Five Mountains Alliance will hold a re-election at the Fengchan Platform on Mount Song. I will return to seclusion and challenge Daoist Chongxu of Wudang in two months!"

Excuse me.

He's incredibly strong, so strong that Zuo Lengchan has suppressed all his schemes and plots, focusing solely on winning through force.

To roam the martial world without martial arts skills is nothing but empty talk and illusion.

Yue Buqun's expression was solemn. He also clasped his hands and said, "Then I wish Senior Brother Zuo all the best. If you need anything, please let me know. I will do my best to help."

"This is troublesome. I intend to use your esteemed sect's precious grounds for seclusion! Brother Yue, please!"

"Brother Zuo, please go first!"

The two exchanged polite compliments and surprisingly set aside their prejudices to leave together, which was truly baffling.

Strange things happen every day, but today there seem to be more than usual.

First, Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony was thwarted, his son was killed, and his wife and daughter were entrusted to others. Then, the world-renowned hero Qiao Feng challenged the Sword Demon of Mount Hua. This earth-shattering battle resulted in no casualties, and the two even became sworn brothers!

Not only were the thirteen bodyguards of the Songshan Sect looking at each other in bewilderment, but even Ning Zhongze was somewhat confused. What exactly was going on?

In contrast, Yue Lingshan proudly raised her head, her sweet voice filled with pride: "Mother, isn't my husband amazing!"

Ning Zhongze snapped out of her daze, a slight smile playing on her lips. She patted her daughter's hand and said, "You're shameless. Go find someone to get you some snacks to go with your drinks. They'll need someone to wait on them tomorrow."

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Liu Zhengfeng had already left, but Madam Liu was still somewhat shaken. Too much had happened that day, and she had lost her composure. Only after hearing the voice did she grit her teeth and speak.

"Jing'er, you will accompany Madam Lu in serving her."

He turned to greet the crowd, his voice still trembling, and said with a forced smile, "Thank you all for coming. Now that the matter is settled, I apologize for any inconvenience caused and ask you to leave first. Please forgive me for any offense I may have caused."

The Songshan Sect members were the first to leave. Before they left, Fei Bin bowed deeply, his mouth full of bitterness, and said, "Madam, please don't be offended. This was all done on the orders of Alliance Leader Zuo. I apologize for any offense I may have caused today."

He then had someone present the silver notes and hurriedly left, fearing that Madam Liu, once she came to her senses, would order the sword demon to cut them all down with a single sword strike!

Master Tianmen and the others offered their condolences and then left. What kind of nonsense is this?

Master Dingyi didn't leave. Instead, she led Yilin into the inner hall. Looking at Lu Ming, who wasn't using wine cups but directly using wine jars to fight, her eyes held a complex expression: "Lu Ming, do you still stand by your word?"

Yilin looked shyly at her toes, then mustered her courage and asked, "Brother Lu, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

She didn't ask whether he would marry her, but instead cared about the person she loved first. Although it was a forced act to detoxify, she felt no anger or resentment, but rather an inexplicable joy.

Looking at her beloved daughter, Abbess Dingyi shook her head slightly. She was too foolish. Who knew how she would be bullied after marrying into the family?

Lu Ming put down the wine jar, his eyes deep and captivating: "Of course, please ask the nun to bring people to stay for a while. I'm going to Wudang, and I can take care of things along the way. I said I would marry Yilin, and I will definitely keep my word."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After Master Dingyi finished speaking, she seemed to realize the ambiguity in her words and hurriedly tried to explain, only to hear the next sentence.

"I would be grateful if the nun could prepare some vegetarian food. I've heard that your vegetarian dishes are quite good. Would you do me the honor of treating me to a meal?"

"Hmph, this humble nun cannot do it. Yilin, let's go."

Qiao Feng glanced at him from the side, his expression quite strange. He had only proposed the sworn brotherhood on a whim, and he certainly didn't regret it.

"Second brother, you are truly invincible. Although I have never heard of the martial arts of Hengshan, I have heard that their healing ointments are quite good. But it is still best to show some respect to monks."

"Okay, let's drink. We can also chat about my background, but I'm afraid you might not be able to handle it, hehe!"

There are people outside taking care of things, so there's no need to worry about it.

Even if someone coveted the Liu family's property, the sight of the large pit in the courtyard would suppress even the most impulsive greed.

Dare to reach out? We'll chop your hand off, you and all!

Lin Shiyin found an excuse to leave and returned to the manor. Before leaving, she asked Lin Xian'er, "Do you want to marry into the family now?"

Lin Xian'er remained silent for a long time. To be honest, she was a little tempted. Playing the field, teasing men, gaining henchmen, and countless treasures and secret manuals—that was much more interesting than being a stay-at-home housewife!

Fairy Yunmeng shook her head slightly, stretched, revealing her voluptuous and exquisite figure; just one glance from her could ignite a man's lust.

"He's quite a good match, hehe, interesting. If you don't want him, my disciple, I won't be so polite!"

The figure swept past, leaving Lin Xian'er dumbfounded.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

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