Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

On the west peak of Mount Hua, an old man with white beard and hair also saw it and was shocked. "Which grandmaster has come to my Mount Hua?"

With a flash of sword light beneath his feet, his body transformed into a sharp sword, heading straight for the South Peak.

Lin Zhu turned his head and saw a sword heading straight for him. With a flash of light, an old man appeared in front of him.

"Master Feng?" Ning Zhongze bowed to the newcomer.

Feng Qingyang, the master of the West Peak of Mount Hua.

“It’s Zhongze, and who are these two?” Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Zhu and Shen Bijun. He couldn’t tell anything about one of them, and the other was a Xiantian.

"Reporting to my master, these two are my friends."

"Greetings, Senior Feng." Lin Zhu clasped his hands in greeting to Feng Qingyang.

Shen Bijun didn't speak, but simply bowed slightly in greeting.

Feng Qingyang looked at Lin Zhu and asked, "Was it you who unleashed your Grandmaster aura earlier?"

Lin Zhu acknowledged, "It is indeed this junior."

"Good, very good!" Feng Qingyang said with a smile, "Would you mind sparring with me, young friend?"

Lin Zhu readily agreed to the idea of ​​a fight.

Feng Qingyang is at the Grandmaster level, and his skill is close to the pinnacle. He is just one step away from breaking through with a sudden enlightenment.

However, the Dugu Nine Swords set the bar too high, which made Feng Qingyang successful, but also limited him, preventing him from breaking through to the pinnacle by creating a sword move stronger than the Dugu Nine Swords.

However, judging from the sword intent emanating from him, his strength should not be much weaker than that of Xiaoyao Hou.

Even among the top-tier cultivators, Xiaoyao Hou's strength was at the bottom.

"Since it's a senior's invitation, this junior certainly has no problem. Please!"

Lin Zhu gestured with his hand.

Ning Zhongze glanced at her, then took Shen Bijun's hand and slowly retreated to a platform on the north side.

Immediately afterwards, two powerful auras erupted, and the clouds above the peak parted.

At that moment, Daoist Kumei, Mu Renqing, Hua Zhenzhen, and Yue Buqun arrived one after another.

Besides them, there were also Xianyu Tong, Shenjizi, Feng Buping, and the two elders of Mount Hua who knew the special Dragon Claw technique.

They all appeared on the platform.

Upon seeing Ning Zhongze, Yue Buqun immediately asked, "Junior Sister, who is Uncle Feng sparring with?"

Ning Zhongze was somewhat worried and said, "It's a friend of mine."

When everyone looked at Lin Zhu again, they only saw a profile, and they were all astonished.

He is far too young. To be a grandmaster at such a young age, is it due to the secret to eternal youth or is he truly a prodigy?

Just as Yue Buqun was about to ask something else, the two of them moved.

Lin Zhu took the initiative and split his body into three, attacking Feng Qingyang from three directions.

The combination of "catching the wind and grasping the shadows," "walking on water with light steps," and "shifting shape and changing shadows" creates this effect.

His hands multiplied from one to ten, displaying extremely complex and elaborate moves.

Feng Qingyang was startled, but remained calm.

With his right hand pointing like a sword, he attacked Lin Zhu with a palm strike.

The Dugu Nine Swords are all about offense, not defense.

Chapter 150 Like Meeting an Old Friend

The Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand met the Dugu Nine Swords.

One is a sword technique that can transform all martial arts moves in the world, and the other is a sword technique that can break all martial arts moves in the world.

Feng Qingyang fought against three opponents alone, and his palm strike changed countless times in an instant. His sword finger and sword energy multiplied into ten, attacking Lin Zhu's weaknesses.

But what good is finding a weakness? The changes in the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique happen in an instant, without any warning.

Even Feng Qingyang couldn't defeat Lin Zhu by exploiting this fleeting opening; he couldn't catch him.

The two figures, four in total, exchanged dozens of blows in an instant.

The sword energy emitted from the sword finger collided with Lin Zhu's hands, producing a metallic clang.

Sword energy and palm strikes emanated from the air, causing the withered plum Taoist to frown deeply.

This young man's palm technique is so skillful that he can fight Feng Qingyang to a standstill. He must be a real old monster.

Apart from Shen Bijun and Ning Zhongze, everyone else thought so, including Lao Yue.

But no one spoke; instead, they watched intently as the two sparred.

Lin Zhu's figure split into four, attacking Feng Qingyang from all sides.

Feng Qingyang felt the pressure. He used his fingers to create swords from his qi, dancing faster and faster. He instinctively thrust out the Dugu Nine Swords, relying entirely on a martial artist's intuition. Each sword strike was like a gazelle hanging its horns, flawless and impeccable.

But Lin Zhu is no pushover either. His Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique is incredibly versatile, and I'll make sure you can't break through it.

The two were just sparring, not dueling, so they didn't need to test their internal strength; they just exchanged techniques.

The more they sparred, the greater the pressure on Feng Qingyang became.

Lin Zhu changed his moves too quickly; hundreds of moves had already passed, but with this one palm technique, not a single move was repeated.

Whether it's fists or palms, fingers or chops, claws or grappling techniques, the methods are too wild and chaotic.

Yet, there is order within the chaos, making it dazzling and overwhelming.

Moreover, his movements were extremely graceful, and coupled with his handsome face, Feng Qingyang almost lost his composure.

But he is an old man after all, and has passed the stage of doing whatever he wants. His mentality has become as steady as an old dog again.

Then I heard a constant ringing sound.

The two fought from day to dusk, each trying to break the other's moves.

Thousands of moves had passed, and the battle remained undecided.

This wasn't a clash between two equally powerful martial arts techniques that couldn't be broken, but rather a collision of martial arts that ultimately led to the same goal, resulting in an exchange that ended in a draw.

Through repeated encounters, Lin Zhu summarized his experiences.

Returning to the source, the moves of the Dugu Nine Swords slowly appeared in his mind.

Its formula comes from the Book of Changes.

Because of his understanding of the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand and Lingbo Steps, he is also very familiar with the Book of Changes, and the restoration of the Dugu Nine Swords is only a matter of time.

Feng Qingyang never expected that Lin Zhu would learn the Dugu Nine Swords after he had only exchanged blows with him.

He's definitely going to suffer this loss.

He really couldn't see anything special about the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique.

As the setting sun cast a faint red glow, Feng Qingyang felt somewhat exhausted.

There was no other way; the internal energy he cultivated was the Hunyuan Gong, and the speed at which his true energy recovered couldn't keep up with the speed at which it was consumed, so his endurance was insufficient.

Lin Zhu, on the other hand, doesn't expend any energy in this kind of fight. Even if he were to fight for three days and three nights, it wouldn't be a problem.

Seeing that Feng Qingyang's attack speed had slowed down, he took the initiative to retreat, clasped his hands and said, "Senior Feng's swordsmanship is superb, I admire it."

Feng Qingyang sheathed his sword energy, sighed, and said, "I'm getting old, I'm getting old after all, I'm not as good as you young people!"

Although he sighed, he felt joy in his heart.

After his battle with Lin Zhu, he vaguely touched the threshold of the pinnacle. He should be able to master it after a period of seclusion. The Dugu Nine Swords will be renewed and improved in his hands.

Sometimes, when you're feeling down, you might as well just have a fight.

He smiled and said, "I must thank you for your help, young friend. I owe you a favor, and I will repay you after I break through to the peak."

Lin Zhu then noticed that Feng Qingyang's aura was unstable and that the sword energy within his body was showing signs of breaking through his body. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, senior! Congratulations! The pinnacle is within reach."

"Hahaha!" Feng Qingyang laughed heartily, his face, which looked like an alien's and was hidden under his white beard, burst into laughter.

He's quite short, less than 1.7 meters tall.

When Lin Zhu first saw him, she was startled and almost thought she had met an old friend.

This was very different from the image of Feng Qingyang in his mind.

Although he wasn't good-looking, his long white beard and white hair gave him an air of otherworldly elegance.

"Thank you, young friend. I'll take my leave now." Feng Qingyang clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Zhu, then transformed into a streak of sword light and headed west.

To him, the steep mountain road was no different from the plains.

On the north platform, a group of Huashan Sect disciples, upon hearing that Feng Qingyang was about to reach the pinnacle of his cultivation, all showed excited expressions.

That's the pinnacle, not some nobody.

A sect with top-tier masters is different from a sect without top-tier masters.

Yue Buqun asked curiously, "Junior Sister, how old is this Senior Lin?"

"Huh?" Ning Zhongze was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cried at the same time, "You mean Xiao Zhuzhu? He should be fifteen after the New Year."

"That means she's fourteen now!" Old Yue's mental arithmetic was still passable, and then he and the group of Huashan people around him were stunned.

What are you talking to me about? A grandmaster, a grandmaster who can fight Feng Qingyang to a draw, fourteen years old? Who are you kidding?

Upon hearing this, the two elders of Mount Hua swallowed hard. They were now behaving themselves properly, showing no trace of frivolity, making them even more enlightened than the most accomplished Taoist masters.

The withered plum Taoist said, "Junior Sister Ning, are you joking?"

“Aunt Ning is not joking.” Lin Zhu slowly walked over, clasped his hands and said, “Lin Zhu greets everyone.”

The Huashan group was shocked. He called Ning Zhongze "Aunt Ning," which was correct in terms of age. She was three years younger than Yue Lingshan, so it didn't seem out of place.

However, it is clear that his relationship with Ning Zhongze must be quite close.

"Greetings, Grandmaster Lin." They all clasped their hands in a salute to Lin Zhu.

Although Lin Zhu is only fourteen, his strength as a Grandmaster is genuine, and they naturally have to show him some respect.