Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

Take it into your arms.

Then he bit Ning Zhongze's earlobe and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I do not……"

Ning Zhongze still wanted to quibble.

But Yue Buqun had a half-smile on his face.

She knew she couldn't hide it, so she could only say, "I've always thought, how wonderful it would be if Xiaoyan'er was our daughter."

"This is simple."

"Why not just adopt her as your daughter?"

Yue Buqun said it casually.

"I've already accepted her as my apprentice, which is almost like adopting a daughter."

"I mean……"

Ning Zhongze was still too shy to continue.

However, her blushing posture awakened many memories in Yue Buqun.

And Yue Buqun also understood what he meant.

"I understand."

"No matter how good other people's homes are, they are not as good as our own."

Yue Buqun doesn't talk nonsense.

Take direct action.

The matter of children.

The one you give birth to is the most real.

At most...

It's just a bit of work.

And just as the happy singing began.

The ancestral home of the Sword Sect of Huashan.

Feng Qingyang, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes.

These eyes seem to contain electricity.

Captivating.

"There really is a sixth-level Hunyuan Gong!"

"After the primordial chaos is complete, it is the union of movement and stillness, the primordial chaos is perfect!"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but say, "It's a great fortune for Huashan to have a peerless genius like Yue. It's a great fortune for the sect, and for us as well."

The original Hunyuan Gong can only be cultivated to the fifth level at most.

But Yue Buqun referred to the seventh-level Zixia magic and forcibly deduced it to the sixth level.

Feng Qingyang borrowed the huge medicinal power of three Beiqiu Pills.

He forcibly broke through the limits of his martial arts that had trapped him for nearly 20 years.

Reach the state of Hunyuan Tiancheng that even the founder of Huashan Sect has never achieved.

"A time of great contention."

"There should be a place for me in Huashan."

Feng Qingyang slowly stood up.

Look at the dust on and around you.

Really shocked.

The dust spread out.

The most incredible thing was that the dust did not spread, but was then condensed together by an unknown force.

Finally, it continues to compress and condense.

Eventually it turned into a mud ball the size of a pigeon egg.

"Right now."

"When there is a swordsman to practice swordplay with me."

When Feng Qingyang thought about this, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

next moment.

He pushed the door open and walked out.

He was clearly walking step by step.

But every step seemed to be able to cover a distance of ten feet.

In a few moments, the man disappeared into the darkness.

at this time.

Feng Buping and Lin Zhongxiong, who were chatting about the state of the martial arts world, suddenly stopped drinking the aged daughter's red wine in their hands.

Then they looked at each other.

Then they tacitly picked up their famous weapons and walked out.

"Uncle Feng!"

The person had his back to them.

But Feng Buping recognized the identity of the person at a glance.

"Greetings, Senior Feng."

Lin Zhongxiong bowed respectfully.

Feng Qingyang was very surprised at this time.

No aura.

But it made the sword in his heart tremble slightly.

Hard to control.

"You all take action."

Feng Qingyang's tone was flat, as if it was a matter of course.

These two people are currently the most suitable and perfect sparring partners.

Yue Buqun?

He's not that stupid.

I hit myself as soon as I came out of the barrier and made a breakthrough.

"Uncle Feng, please give me some advice."

"I'm sorry for the offense."

Feng Buping was very decisive.

Lin Zhongxiong originally wanted to be more humble, but seeing Feng Buping was like this, he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Unfair.

Cold Mountain.

The sharpness of the two swords is revealed.

Facing this number one swordsman who had been dominating the world 20 years ago.

They dare not have the slightest righteousness.

however.

They are also proud swordsmen.

Feng Buping glanced at Lin Zhongxiong.

next moment.

Lin Zhongxiong pounced over like a ghost.

Before the people arrived, the sword energy was already chaotic.

The most terrifying thing is that the sword energy is so complicated, and each sword contains the imprint of the fastest sword intent.

Feng Qingyang just moved his eyes, and a flash of sword light burst out.

Lin Zhongxiong's sword technique to ward off evil spirits was in vain, but he did not give up.

Lin Zhongxiong's body suddenly became strange under the dual illumination of moonlight and lights.

There was an afterimage left in the field.

This is the embodiment of speed reaching its extreme.

It is also a sign that the Exorcism Sword Technique has reached an unfathomable level.

At least he is one level stronger than when he competed in the Songshan Competition.

however.

Feng Qingyang's sword was like a gentle breeze blowing on your face.

Sometimes it is Huashan swordsmanship.

Some of them are Jade Girl Sword Technique.

Then it may be mixed with Yangwu sword technique, Xiyi sword technique and so on.

His sword was like the mountain wind in the dark and bleak night, deep, endless, and vague...

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"Humph……"

Lin Zhongxiong retreated with a muffled groan.

This was not dissatisfaction, but the shock of internal force caused by the sword technique being broken.

If Feng Qingyang had been a little more ruthless, Lin Zhongxiong would be lying down now.

"Is the difference so big?"

Lin Zhongxiong felt helpless as he looked at the sword technique that seemed to be perfect but lacked some form of technique.

He thought he had made another breakthrough.

It is enough to compete with enemies of the same level as Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance.

I didn't expect that even facing the world's true peerless masters, I would still be so vulnerable.

Ding.

A violent storm swept through.

Feng Buping intervened in the battle.

He blocked Feng Qingyang's fatal sword for Lin Zhongxiong.

"Master wants both of us."

"This isn't just a game for you to show off."

Once Feng Buping draws his sword, he becomes a completely different person.

He had already realized Feng Qingyang's breakthrough at this time.

He also realized that Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship seemed even more mysterious.