Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

What Yue Qianshan said was too shocking.

As a result, each of them was silent for a long time, which was unacceptable for a while.

Even Feng Yao hesitated to speak many times, but he still didn't know how to refute.

Although Yang Buji has been a demon for more than ten years, he still has a good eye for seeing people, especially for a young man who is no more than thirty years old.

For a young man of this age, no matter how talented and powerful he is, some things need to be accumulated over time.

If it were Fengyao, he would be able to tell whether the target is disguised or not, judge the approximate age of the target from the eyes, and so on.

"Okay, based on what Buji and Qianshan said, let's assume that Qianshan's guess is correct. We can think that this person probably has no ill intentions towards Huashan. If he were an evil person, Buji would definitely be dead now."

Feng Yao pondered for a while, then spoke slowly.

He is the person with the highest seniority and the most right to speak.

"Be low-key in the future. Regardless of whether this expert is still hiding in Huashan, everyone should not know. With his strength, he really has ideas for Huashan. No one in Huashan can resist him. If he really likes something , let him take it.

"Of course, in terms of defense, we still need to strengthen more. It's embarrassing to think about being sneaked into the hinterland of Huashan many times."

"In the future, we will strengthen the cultivation of disciples and focus on cultivating a few backbones. I heard that there is a disciple of Lin Kun who has the highest talent. He has confirmed his character and character. Let him come to see me. I will teach him personally. Huashan must be cultivated as soon as possible. Produce a heavenly master!"

Feng Yao gave the order.

"Yes." Yue Qianshan and other high-level officials said in unison.

"Uncle, I can't survive two months, but the internal energy in the dantian is still there, but it's a pity that it has regressed to the middle level of the ground. There is a secret method in the mad magic formula, which can reduce the loss of 60% without any side effects. Pass on your inner strength to others.

"During this time, you should find someone to accept."

Yang Buji reminded weakly.

...

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye.

Except for Huashan's large-scale adjustments in personnel deployment earlier, life remains the same.

Ye Qing put all the black iron materials into the box in the hidden compartment of the bedroom.

Over the years, he signed in and got a lot of things, such as swords of the four-handed famous sword level, cultivation pills piled up into a hill, etc., all of which were collected and hidden by him.

However, these things cannot be exposed, let alone give them to Yue Linger and the others.

But it had so little effect on him that the two big boxes under the floor of the bedroom almost couldn't fit.

In the evening, Ye Qing went to find Cheng Shuang with a jug of wine.

Although this guy had a brain twitch before, he suspected Ye Qing.

But after he calmed down, Ye Qing was not afraid at all. The so-called high-arts man is bold, but he is still afraid of a mysterious warrior

"Why isn't Elder Fengyao not a heavenly rank, and his seniority is so high, he is one of the founders of Huashan sect, why must he be 140 or 50 years old? Jie Zeng lived two hundred years.

"Since he is not a heavenly rank, he can live up to one hundred and twenty or thirty years old. Isn't he already old?"

In the old wooden house, Ye Qing poured Cheng Shuang a glass of wine.

There is another reason why I often come to drink with Cheng Shuang. This guy is very well informed, probably because he feels that his strength cannot be improved, and he is too free to spend all his energy on these gossip.

Cheng Shuang hesitated, "This is also Huashan's secret..."

"Did you reveal too much?" Ye Qing smiled apologetically, "I'm not qualified, and I love hearing these rumors the most."

"Well, this matter is actually nothing. The ancestor had an adventure in his early years and got a rare vermilion fruit. The medicinal effect is miraculous. It can boost the power and prolong life for a hundred years. Roughly speaking, the ancestor should have a hundred years this year. Fifty years old."

"This is the life-prolonging magic medicine that people in the world yearn for. In the entire southern region, only our ancestors are deeply blessed..."

Cheng Shuang quickly drank the wine and answered Ye Qing's doubts.

He made a long ending, and then changed the topic, "No, Master should be very regretful, Zhu Guo has side effects,

It will greatly exhaust the potential of the user, making the possibility of the master breaking through the heavenly rank even more slim. "

Ye Qing nodded thoughtfully.

Cheng Shuang seemed to think of something, shook his head, and said with emotion: "Life is not fair. Some people are born the son of heaven, some people are protected by God, and some people make up for their weakness with hard work, and it has made a good story."

"Look at the elder brother of the four generations of disciples, the top talent, the dragon among men, will soon be engaged to the daughter of Langya Pavilion, and will also be in charge of Mount Hua in the future.

He glanced at Ye Qing and sighed, "Look at you again. Although you are so talented, I don't seem to have seen you work hard, resent you, or sink into depression. On the contrary, you would come to me for a drink from time to time. I can't see through you."

"..." Ye Qing shrugged, "Maybe he has such a personality, I can see it."

"Oh, that's right... the Sanjue Demon Sect has made a comeback, occupying the Great Wilderness City of the Western Regions for a month, occupying the land as the king, and the Great Deserted City has become a stronghold of evil ways. The big man will have a lot of troubles in the future. Our Huashan and the Sanjue Demon Sect have a deep hatred , Maybe one day they will seek revenge on us.

"You kid, you'd better grind your guns before the battle, even if you become cannon fodder, you can still have a chance to survive.

He thought for a while, and was quite sincere, "If you need it, you can always come to me, and I can teach you the basic sword skills of Huashan."

Ye Qing was taken aback, then turned his head and slapped Range Shuang, "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Little bastard, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Even if I lose my arm, I'm still a martial artist of the black rank, and I can poke you to death with one finger." Cheng Shuang's eyes widened angrily.

"Hahaha, let's talk again, you can beat me in drinking capacity first."

Ye Qing laughed boldly.

Cheng Shuang angrily took out a jar of wine from under the bed, "Stop bragging, you were still in your mother's womb when I was drinking."

In the middle of the night, Ye Qing left.

On the third day after that, when Cheng Shuang left Chaoyang Peak and passed the bamboo forest path, he suddenly found a mysterious man in black in the forest.

But after chasing for two miles, he lost track.

There is a brand new thread-bound book on the ground.

"Left-handed swordsmanship?" Cheng Shuang looked at the book in amazement, and subconsciously opened it to check. The sword moves in it ranged from shallow to deep, until Cheng Shuang's face was full of shock.

His right hand was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and most of his kendo strength was in his right hand. Since his arm was broken, he tried to learn swordsmanship with his left hand, but his strength was still not as good as his right hand. He could only display 70% of his strength at most. Afterwards, he became more and more depressed, and he had no intention of practicing swordsmanship. up.

And this left-handed swordsmanship is definitely comparable to Huashan's Zhenpai martial arts, killing his proficient Galewind Kuaijian in seconds.

At the same time, the left-handed swordsmanship is simply a custom-made swordsmanship for a warrior like him who can only use the sword with his left hand. He can almost conclude that as long as he learns it well, he will definitely be several times stronger than before he lost his hand.

"Did that person drop it just now?" He was startled, his eyes flickered, and he decisively stuffed the sword manual into his arms. No matter who the other party was, he turned around and left quickly.

In the depths of the bamboo grove, the man in black walked out slowly, saying to himself, "Reciprocate, although I don't need your guidance, but this friendship must be remembered. You are worthy of this left-handed sword technique."

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