"What the hell?"

Hearing the sound in the cave, Wang Yuan and Lin Pingzhi trembled all over and quickly turned around and looked back.

I saw an old man slowly walked out of He Zu Cave.

The old man, with white beard and green robe, was depressed, his face was like gold paper, and his aura was as impressive as Wang Yuan and Lin Pingzhi with bright eyes.

"You...who are you?"

Lin Pingzhi was startled and asked with a trembling voice, pointing at the old man.

Wang Yuan stared at the old man and secretly used his internal strength.

The kung fu masters in reality are all young and strong, but in the game, they are different. The older they get, the more ruthless they become, especially the old guy with white hair and hair, which is the most difficult to mess with. Intuition tells Wang Yuan that this old man is quite terrifying.

"Me? Hehe!" The old man smiled and said, "I'm a clear wind!"

Huashan Sword Saint Feng Qingyang (Unparalleled)

Level: 190

Realm: reaching the pinnacle

Qi and blood value:???

Internal force value:???

Proficient in martial arts:???

Background introduction: The number one swordsman of Huashan Sword Sect, who is skilled in swordsmanship, is unparalleled in the world. He lived in seclusion many years ago.

"Feng...is Senior Feng!!"

When Lin Pingzhi heard Feng Qingyang's name, he was so excited that he could hardly speak.

As a child of the martial arts family and a disciple of the Huashan Sect, Lin Pingzhi naturally would not have heard of this name.

"Level 190...unparalleled..."

Wang Yuan was also shocked when he saw Feng Qingyang's message.

Wang Yuan has seen many top masters, but most of them are top masters around 180. Those are the top masters like Dongfang Bubai and Zhang Sanfeng, and the top masters at level 190. Wang Yuan has only seen Xiao Feng alone. At this time, the old man in front of him was actually a fierce man of the same level as Xiao Feng.

No, can this old man be the last wave of ss?

Wang Yuan became more and more frightened the more he thought about it, and he pulled Lin Pingzhi backwards repeatedly.

Meow, the more you are, the more difficult it is to make progress. In this case, you need something unique to improve yourself.

For example, Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, etc., are all such people.

Lin Pingzhi had such a magical martial arts technique as "Sunflower Book", so it was difficult to guarantee that Feng Qingyang also coveted this technique.

If he really came to grab the "Sunflower Book", Wang Yuan would never be able to resist it.

"Go away! I can delay for a while!" Wang Yuan handed over control of the glider to Lin Pingzhi, and then whispered.

Wang Yuan didn't believe it anymore. Feng Qingyang could be recovered by Lin Pingzhi jumped off the cliff.

"Master...he..."

What is Lin Pingzhi just about to explain?

"hehe!"

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and interrupted, "You monk is so arrogant. I want to see how capable the masters of Shaolin Temple are."

While talking, Feng Qingyang's fingers were all together and pointed directly above.

"Bang!"

The force of the fingertips shot on the pine tree above, and a pine branch fell in response to the sound, falling into Feng Qingyang's hand.

Feng Qingyang did not pause at all, took a step forward, pointed the branch in his hand forward, and instantly stabbed Wang Yuan's door.

Feng Qingyang's true energy poured into the branches, and the "sword" of the air shining with the wind, and he stood up and came out of the sword, for only a moment.

"So fast!"

Wang Yuan had a serious expression and was full of energy. He took a step back and slightly widened the distance. He grabbed Feng Qingyang's hand with his left hand and used a move [Nonsense].

He opened his big hand and grabbed the branch that stabbed in front of him.

"hehe!"

Feng Qingyang smiled, his wrist shook, and the branches drew an arc in the air, bypassing Wang Yuan's grasp, and a "sword" stabbed Wang Yuan's left wrist.

"Du!"

Wang Yuan's wrist was shocked, [Nonsense] was interrupted by Feng Qingyang's sword-

100

A blood loss number floated up on Wang Yuan's head.

"Back!"

After stabbing Wang Yuan’s wrist, Feng Qingyang gently pulled the branch in his hand back.

With a "Huh!", Wang Yuan's right palm that followed him had fallen.

"middle!"

Feng Qingyang took another step forward, and the branches swayed into Wang Yuan's eyes.

Wang Yuan also reacted very quickly and quickly turned over to avoid his eyes.

"Bang!"

Feng Qingyang's branches thorned on the back of Wang Yuan's head-

100

Another blood-lossing number floated up.

Wang Yuan raised his mouth slightly, merged his hands, and patted him back.

"roar!"

With a dragon roar, a vast palm force slapped at Feng Qingyang.

[Dragon swings its tail]!!

"Good monk, you are there!" Seeing that Wang Yuan's palm power was so powerful, Feng Qingyang was slightly shocked, jumped sideways, flashed through Wang Yuan's palm power, and stepped forward to behind Wang Yuan, and pointed his left fingers into Wang Yuan's armpit.

Wang Yuan raised his hands up unconsciously.

The palm power came to an abrupt end.

Wang Yuan was attacked behind him, and instinctively bent down, kicked his right foot back, and kicked Feng Qingyang in the chest.

Feng Qingyang hurriedly turned sideways.

"Huh!" Wang Yuan kicked Feng Qingyang with big feet.

Feng Qingyang seized the opportunity and lifted the branch up with his right hand and chopped it on the inside of Wang Yuan's thigh.

"wipe!"

Wang Yuan's crotch chills, his heart is frightened. He rolls forward and sets a distance between Feng Qingyang, and turns around and glares at Feng Qingyang.

Damn, this old thing is so terrible. If you go further forward just now, even if Wang Yuan doesn't want to learn this Sunflower Book, he will have to learn it.

At the same time, Wang Yuan felt even more respect for Feng Qingyang.

Although he had only fought for a few rounds, Wang Yuan had already deeply felt what a top master is. Feng Qingyang's martial arts skills are not comparable to Hong Antong and others.

No one understands his strength better than Wang Yuan. In those few moves just now, Wang Yuan used all his strength and did not dare to be negligent at all, but Feng Qingyang seemed to know what Wang Yuan wanted to do. He could lead Wang Yuan in every move, either crack or dodge, and he could attack first. He found the flaws of Wang Yuan's attack to counterattack. Wang Yuan didn't know how to take action.

Wang Yuan is so old that he can crush his own moves with one hand to count the people who can do this. It is incredible that NPCs in a game can do this.

What's even more terrifying is that Feng Qingyang only used a branch, not a real sword, and did not use all his strength. Otherwise, even if Wang Yuan had the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art to protect his body, he would not have lost only a few hundred points of blood after these rounds.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that Wang Yuan had a distance from him, Feng Qingyang did not continue to pursue him, but laughed, threw the branch aside with a casual look, and said with great satisfaction: "Well, it's not that I didn't expect that I have lived in seclusion for many years, and there are many talents in the world. With a young master like you in Shaolin Temple, it's not a loss to the title of the world's largest sect!"

"Excessive award, ex-price!"

Wang Yuan cried over Feng Qingyang and clasped his fists and said, "I can't beat you monk, I recognize you, but today I want to take Lin Pingzhi away, and no one can stop me!"

"Is that so? Why do you want to save someone who has nothing to do with you?" Feng Qingyang asked with a smile.

"Yeah...of course it's for justice!" Wang Yuan glanced at the name of the mission and said with great righteousness.

"Interesting, interesting!" Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Although you are also high-sounding and full of nonsense, you are more realistic than Yue Buqun! I admire you very much!"
Chapter completed!