Huang Lin found the later competition boring.

The teachers in front of him also chatted with each other, mostly discussing Feng Qingyang.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to watch the inner sect competition, Huang Lin also confirmed that his senior brother's words about him being a low-level player must have been a joke.

Only then did he remember that he had not seen his senior brother.

I'm afraid he's hiding somewhere to fish again.

The competition is coming to an end.

The people on the stage fought fiercely, but the response from the audience was mediocre.

"Junior brother Feng is really interested."

Wan Qingji in the center of the stands looked at Feng Qingyang who was meditating and resting and said.

"I'm afraid it was Junior Uncle Feng's idea. Junior Brother Feng hasn't been back to the mountain for four or five years, and this time he came back and made a big splash."

Ning Qingyu, who was next to him, took over the conversation. He was extremely satisfied with this junior brother.

He's from the Sword Sect, isn't he also a disciple of Huashan?

He knew very well how the Second Qi Sword Sect came to be, and his ability to take over as the leader had something to do with it.

All the senior officials knew this, but they didn't expect that the young disciples below would start fighting over it.

He had often struggled with this in the past, but he could never change anything.

Now there is Feng Qingyang, who seems to be unaffected by the sword fight.

Although I was defeated just now due to exhaustion and my goal was not achieved, it was not too far behind.

"Father, how come Uncle Feng's internal strength is so strong?"

Ning Bumu's voice came from behind.

Ning Qingyu thought for a moment and replied:

"Maybe there was some adventure."

At this time, a disciple came over with a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"Report to the head, the statistics have been completed."

The disciple handed the paper to Ning Qingyu with both hands.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ning Qingyu took it and opened it to look at the winning statistics of this competition.

It was pretty much what he had in mind.

Seeing that no one was on stage, he stood up and coughed lightly.

Everyone at the peak fell silent when they heard the cough.

Ning Qingyu flew up to the ring and glanced around the disciples.

"You are all very good. I have not been disappointed. I will continue to work hard in the future. I hope."

All the disciples who were beaten with chicken blood were extremely excited.

Huang Lin yawned boredly. In his previous life, he had always bothered the leader to talk to him since he entered school.

Fortunately, Ning Qingyu didn't say much.

"The leader of this competition, the wind is clear."

Looking at Feng Qingyang who had recovered a little in the audience, he nodded: "Come up."

"This is the 'Shenxing Sword'. You should be familiar with it and practice it well. Huashan Mountain will depend on you from now on!"

Ning Qingyu handed over the Chen Xing Sword.

After Feng Qingyang took it with both hands, he nodded in response.

He was indeed familiar with this sword. Master Qi Yunyi's sword was unexpectedly taken and became the first prize.

The master trusts him enough and is not afraid that he will not be able to get his sword back if he makes a mistake.

After Ning Qingyu distributed the prizes, he announced that the competition was over.

As the disciples came down the mountain, Feng Qingyang's name spread.

It’s a bit exaggerated to say that he became famous all over the world at once, but his fame in Mount Huashan is worthy of his name.

Even the disciples of the Sword Sect, although many of them are angry, still recognize his strength.

On the contrary, the people on the airbender side were not that annoyed with him.

When Huang Lin returned to Yanwei Valley, he saw Xiao Fang Cheng chasing Xiao Hei everywhere.

"Woof woof. woof"

Seeing Huang Lin, Xiao Hei immediately became aggressive, turned around and barked at Xiao Fang Cheng, and even tried to pounce on him.

Little Fang Cheng didn't show any fear at all, so he stepped forward and put his arms around Xiao Hei's neck, stroking the dog's head with his little hands.

Dogs rely on human power to fail.

The barking came suddenly and stopped suddenly.

Xiao Hei, who was hugged by the neck, looked at Huang Lin desperately.

The look in his eyes was full of pleas for help: come and save me, shovel the shit.

Huang Lin glanced at it sideways: You are not a good person either.

"Did Chengcheng get beaten today?"

It’s a habit from my previous life that I always shout in repeated voices when calling children.

"My mother said she's going to be beaten tonight, uncle, please help me."

Only then did Xiao Fang Cheng see Huang Lin, competing with Xiao Hei and shouting at the same time.

Huang Lin didn't know whether he wanted to help button up the dog, take revenge, or help get beaten.

Forget it as a dog, Xiao Hei is already so pitiful.

This revenge was even more impossible to avenge, so he said:

"Okay, I'll help you get beaten tonight."

Seeing that Huang Lin was about to leave, Xiao Fang Cheng quickly asked: "Uncle Master, when can I learn martial arts?"

"We'll talk about it after you learn how to read."

Without looking back, he waved his hands and walked towards Yanwei Waterfall.

After watching the competition for a day, I gained a lot and I have some ideas that I can’t wait to test.

The sword must be steady, just like when Feng Qingyang was knocked down at the end, the man was about to fall, but the sword must be steady.

The sword must be accurate, or Feng Qingyang, the last blow to defeat Chang Bushao, the tip of the sword was just a touch closer to the heart.

If it were a little deeper, I'm afraid it would kill someone.

Huang Lin thought of the methods of practicing big guns in Chinese martial arts mentioned in some novels in his previous life.

Just do it if you think of it.

I turned around and went back to the house to find a string, and picked up a stone on the road.

When he came to Yanwei Pond, he tied the stone with a rope and hung it on the tip of his sword.

He held the sword in one hand and raised it straight. After a moment, his hand began to shake.

After using my internal energy, I lasted a little longer, but it was only as long as a cup of tea.

After all, the internal energy is still shallow, but this move can consume it completely.

There are also some ideas in the novels I read in my previous life. It is said that after the internal energy is exhausted and then restored, the return of energy will speed up as time goes by.

Just try it together, it'll be fine anyway.

After all the internal energy in Dantian was exhausted, he held the sword with his body alone until his hands were sore and weak.

After resting for a while, he got up again, found a big tree, and carved a mark on it.

Take two steps back.

Draw your sword and stab.

Sheath the sword and return it to its sheath.

Draw the sword and sharpen it.

Sheath the sword and return it to its sheath.

Draw your sword and stab.

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To be continued...