Chapter 240

The plot begins.

Wang Yang had only such a thought in his mind.

Wang Yang's achievements in combat sports are too high. The Hunyuan skill and the golden bell jar have not been integrated yet. However, his physical body has already broken the limit of the great power of physical training.

The golden bell cover skill has also been introduced.

It can be said that at this time, Lu Dayou was up and down the Huashan Mountain. In addition to the wind, Lu Dayou was the second expert, and he was even stronger than Yue buqun.

With a sword on his back and a golden monkey in his hand, Wang Yang stepped into the hall of Huashan.

In the temple, there are two young men dressed in different clothes from Huashan disciples, with a Sichuan accent.

Yue buqun sits high on the hall. On both sides are Huashan disciples.

"Disciple, Lu Dayou is here to see Master."

Coming to the center of the hall, Wang Yang saluted respectfully.

At this time, he is more powerful than Yue buqun, but in this world, he is not willing to destroy the plot too much.

No matter how wonderful the Xiaoao lake is, it is just a virtual world. Only by defeating Ling Huchong, the peak of the world, can we open up this world from nothingness and achieve a real world.

"Sit down!"

Although I don't want to see you, Lu Dayou is always his disciple. In front of outsiders, Yue buqun is not willing to blame too much.

"Big brother!"

When he came to Linghu Chong, Wang Yang saluted him.

"Sixth younger martial brother, you are here."

The relationship between Lu Dayou and Ling Huchong has always been very good.

In the past year, I heard that the sixth younger martial brother practiced martial arts diligently and seldom met. It was a surprise that Linghu Chong could come out this time.

"Is this?"

Of course, Wang Yang knows that he is a disciple of Qingcheng sect.

However, Wang Yang can not speak in public.

"Shibo Yue, a disciple of Qingcheng sect, has sent a letter in his own hand. Please confirm it."

"Good to say."

Yue buqun is worthy of the name of gentleman sword. He is modest and courteous. Even in the face of younger disciples, he still keeps his own modest and gentleman style.

No matter how Wang Yang looks at him, it is hard to see that he has a trace of hypocrisy.

Wang Yang has to admire, can disguise himself to such a situation, is also a hero.

"Asshole."

After reading the letter written by Yu Canghai, leader of Qingcheng sect, he was furious.

"Villain, do you know the sin?"

Purple flashed on his face, and his eyes shone purple.

Wang Yang's heart is awe inspiring. This guy has cultivated Zixia Gong to such a level.

Wang Yang has just clearly felt that Yue buqun's body Zixia genuine Qi is scattered between the skin and flesh.

This is the characteristic of entering the realm of master.

"Master, disciple, disciple..."

Linghu Chong was still greeting the sixth younger martial brother. How could he know that he was suddenly scolded by his master?

"Well, look for yourself."

Obviously, Yue Bujun was also angry.

The Huashan school experienced the fierce sword Qi and fell into the decline.

I am conscientious and do not dare to make any mistakes.

As the eldest disciple of the Huashan sect, he even provoked trouble everywhere. He even humiliated the famous sword skill of Qingcheng sect into the style of "backward buttocks and falling geese in the sand".

"This..."

After reading the letter, Linghu Chong finally knew how much trouble he had caused.

"I know my mistake."

Master scolds, no matter whether there is a mistake or not, it is always right to admit it first.

Linghu Chong deeply attains his attainments. He doesn't explain anything. He bows his head and admits his mistakes.

"Hey, hey, this kid..."

Looking at the honest man who admitted his mistake, Wang Yang was amused in his heart.

"Well, say, what's going on?"

Yue buqun is Yue buqun with superb means.

First of all, he scolded Linghu Chong and gave him an account of Qingcheng sect in front of his disciples.

However, he must find out the reason of the matter.

"Yes, it's like this..."

It turns out that last time Linghu Chong went down the mountain to collect rent, he met a disciple of Qingcheng sect who molested a good family woman in Huashan district. He felt a sense of justice. As a result, he taught him a lesson.

"I see. Next time I meet you, I can't do this again. I should bring it back first. Then, I will speak to your uncle Yu."

Hearing that it was Qingcheng sect's disciples who were not evil on their own Huashan territory, Yue buqun's face was not good-looking.

The tone of his speech was dissatisfied with Yu dwarf.

It's also true that if your disciples run to my territory and don't come to pay homage, it's OK. They're still evil in my territory. Now they even report to the villains first. Everyone will be angry.

"Well, I'll write a letter in my own hand. If you take it, I'll go to compensate your uncle Yu.""Yes

Master's order, Linghu Chong dare not not follow.

"Master, in the past year, my disciple has made some progress in martial arts. I hope to have a walk in the world with my elder martial brother."

At this time, Wang Yang stood out.

He knows that the plot has already begun. In the world, what should happen will happen. Of course, he wants to go for a walk.

"Yes."

"Thank you, master!"

A day later, on the way to Qingcheng Mountain, two young disciples in Huashan clothes and Huashan sword in their hands walked quickly.

"Sixth younger martial brother, why don't you let the horse ride?"

"Riding a horse?"

Wang Yang said with a contemptuous smile, "do you think your lightness skill is very good?

Such a rare opportunity, you don't use it to practice your own lightness skill, but you still want to ride a horse. You are dreaming

"Good."

Linghu Chong was a loose tempered man. He wanted to face Yu Canghai. He preferred to wander in the lake because he had no chance, or even because he was afraid of master's blame. This time, the sixth younger martial brother gave him an excuse. Did he still use it?

"The sixth younger martial brother, your Huashan sword skill has already been cultivated. Why are you still practicing it?"

On this day, when Chen was practicing, Ling Hu Chong suddenly found that the same ten moves of Huashan sword practiced by the sixth younger martial brother had a good model. However, the same sword moves in the hands of the sixth younger martial brother seemed to have survived.

"There is no end to martial arts.

The same sword move, in different hands, it contains different.

Swordsmanship is dead, but people are alive. Swordsmanship is always just a move. However, different people, the same sword technique, can make it have different changes. "

With these words, he unfolded the basic moves of Huashan sword: "white clouds come out of the hill, Phoenix comes to the instrument, the gentry hangs upside down, the white rainbow penetrates the sun, the pines greet the guests, the golden geese fly across the sky, the boundless fallen trees, the green mountains are hidden, the ancient cypresses are dense, and so on.

"Elder martial brother, you see, the same heavenly gentry is hanging upside down. The normal move is with the help of superb lightness skill, head up and foot down.

But if my enemy is not at the bottom but on the top, can't such a move be used again?

You'll see. "

As he said this, he displayed the lightness skill of Huashan inheriting Quanzhen school -- jinyangong.

With the sword facing the sky, and then assisted by the golden goose skill, the sword shadow suddenly becomes heavy.

"This, this..."

Ling Huchong was shocked.

It never occurred to him that the sword technique could be understood in this way.

"Elder martial brother, take a good look at it. The same heavenly gentry is hanging upside down, with different changes."

When he ascended to the highest point, Wang Yang, with the help of Jin Yangong's ability to stay in the air for a short time, stepped into the air with both feet and heavy sword shadow, and attacked in all directions.

Linghu Chong suddenly found that the same move was hanging upside down in the hands of the sixth younger martial brother, endless, changing countless sword moves. (to be continued. )