Ever since Wentian Yu retreated for a year and practiced Nine Yang Magic, although he had only practiced three volumes, his martial arts had reached the level of a master. Coupled with his zombie body, he was enough to fight against two masters at the same time without falling behind.
Now that he has practiced Nine Yang Magic, his body has also changed. He no longer has to transform into a zombie body and interact with people. On the contrary, his skin has become more delicate and fair, and the true energy in his body is flowing continuously. This is internal strength. It feels really good.
The zombie aura is also slightly suppressed. As long as you don't encounter a Taoist priest who is accomplished in Taoism, you won't be able to see his corpse aura at all.
After Wentianyu finished checking his body, he looked around and saw that the leaves had fallen, and there were leaves everywhere. The breeze felt a little chilly on his body. It must have been autumn.
"I didn't expect that I have been in seclusion for a year. It's time to return to the palace." After saying this, Wen Tianyu summoned his inner strength and flew up, stepping on the green grass and flying down the mountain as light as a swallow.
Five days later, at the top of Mount Huashan, the autumn gave people a mature beauty. Taking a deep breath on the mountain seemed to bring the breath of harvest. The autumn sun was not as hot as summer.
It is more warm and soft. The green earth is covered with heavy gold. The branches and leaves are intertwined. The mountains are full of red leaves and yellow flowers. The golden breeze blows coolly and the earth is dyed. Looking from the top of the mountain, fallen leaves are piled on the ground.
, it seems to be very soft, the cool wind blows the earth, the leaves fall one after another, spinning freely in the air, like an unfettered child, playing to their heart's content, the colorful hillside is illuminated by the sun and becomes even more gorgeous.
Looking up, layers of gauze-like clouds float in the sky, as if obsessed with the beautiful golden autumn. The scenery on the top of the mountain seems to open a big embrace, making people want to throw themselves into it.
An old man in white clothes and white hair looked at the scenery on the top of the mountain in front of him and praised, "It's been a long time since I came out to take a look." The old man turned his head and looked at another man in white clothes and a white hat on his back.
The sword, which is about three feet long, is wearing a hat, so people can't see his face clearly, giving him a sense of mystery.
The old man looked at him with a trace of impatience in his eyes, "You have been here for a day and a night. You forced me out just to use up your endurance with me, right? I am no match for you young people."
The man in white took the sword on his back, raised his head and said, "Senior Feng, you are hiding from the world, and I have no other way to use this method to lure Senior Feng out. If you have offended me, please ask me."
Senior, don’t be offended."
"Huh." If I don't feel a strong fighting spirit, and if I'm not curious, I won't be fooled by you. By the way, how do you know me?" the old man snorted coldly.
The man in white disapproved and said: "Senior Feng, I heard your deeds from the elders in the family and guessed that you are at the top of Mount Hua. Please don't be angry. I just want to learn from the world-famous Senior Feng. Dugu Jiu
Sword, please ask the elders for advice."
"Don't take this advice seriously. From the aura emanating from you, your internal strength should not be weak," Feng Qingyang said.
The man in white held a sword and said: The junior was offended. After speaking, he held a long sword and ran straight towards Feng Qingyang. The sword was amazing. With the cooperation of the mysterious body skills, he stabbed Feng Qingyang in the chest with the afterimage.
go.
Feng Qingyang looked at the sword coming towards him, with a hint of shock in his eyes. This man's sword was so fast, and his martial arts might not be inferior to that of a master.
Just when the man in white was approaching with a fierce sword power, Feng Qingyang moved and "used a sword-breaking move," the sword energy was like the wind.
"Bang. Bang"
The two swords intersected, and the man in white felt his eyes flicker, and then he lost Feng Qingyang's figure. When Feng Qingyang appeared the next moment, he was behind the man in white, with the sword in his hand pointed at the back of the man in white.
The man in white was shocked and said: "What a sword-breaking move, Dugu Nine Swords really deserves its reputation." It's a pity that my swordsmanship is not perfect, so I don't need to compete anymore. If I lose a move, I lose. There is no need to continue the competition. But
My internal strength is unique, how about I compete with Senior Feng in terms of internal strength? Senior Feng can still continue to use the sword.
Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "Haha, you are such an arrogant young man, you have the same style as me back then. Humph, are you looking down on me? Don't use it even if you don't use it. I want you to have a taste of what Heart Sword is."
The man in white threw away the sword in his hand and raised his hands to secretly use his inner strength. He saw the wind and clouds surging around him. The man in white slashed at Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang dodged the palm, but was hit by the wind of the palm.
and was not injured.
Feng Qingyang has a horrified expression. I didn't expect this person's internal strength to be so high, but his moves are mediocre."
The figures of the two people were fighting together with afterimages on the top of the mountain. It was impossible to tell who was who. After nearly a hundred moves, the man in white was injured by Feng Qingyang's sword energy. Feng Qingyang did not strike too hard.
After all, the two of them were just competing, not a fight of life and death.
Feng Qingyang looked at the injured man in white and said, "I am getting old and my physical strength is no longer good. I am afraid I will die from exhaustion without resorting to pressure. Unlike you young people, the more you fight, the braver you become."
At this time, the man in white sat down, closed his eyes, and practiced martial arts to heal his wounds. After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Feng Qingyang, "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy. Senior's swordsmanship is unparalleled, and juniors admire it."
"Haha, young man, your internal strength is also unfathomable. It is rare in the world to have such high internal strength at such a young age. However, I discovered that there is something strange about your internal strength, which I have never seen in my life. I am just curious.
I want to ask which inner strength and mental method it is. I know it is a taboo in martial arts to ask others like this, so you don’t have to answer me."
The man in white said, "Senior, please forgive me. Because I promised my master, I can't tell senior. Competing with senior also made me realize my own strength."
"Oh" Haha, what an interesting young man, what's your name?" Feng Qingyang asked.