Smiling Proud Wanderer Chapter 72: Regret (1)

At this meeting when Yue Feng hesitated, Lu Hou'er had already caught up.

Seeing Yue Feng standing there, Lu Hou'er hesitated for a while, then stopped, and asked, "Brother, junior sister, why don't you chase after him."

Yue Feng frowned and said: "Don't worry about this, let me explain the matter clearly. I don't want you to be optimistic about Lin Pingzhi, how did you let Lingshan come together with him? And, How did Lin Pingzhi's sword get into Lingshan's hands."

Lu Hou'er was taken aback for a moment, with a dazed expression on his face, and hurriedly said: "This is what the senior brother doesn't know. Yesterday Lingshan came down from the mountain and discussed with me, saying that your sword was broken and you want to give You find a good one again, so the two of us put our idea on Lin Pingzhi. That kid Lin Pingzhi, who has poor martial arts, has any qualifications to use such a good sword. Besides, when Master Liu Zhengfeng gave it to him. His sword is just to tie up our uncle, and he doesn't really want to give it to him. In fact, no one in the Huashan faction knows that the master and you are the two who saved his Liu Zhengfeng and his family. What does it have to do with Lin Pingzhi? "

"What nonsense are you talking about, who told you these things?" Yue Feng couldn't help being surprised, thinking that his killing of Fei Bin had spread all over the country, and asked quickly.

"Why don’t I know. Not long after we returned to Huashan, Master Mo sent his disciples to deliver the letter. As soon as they went up the mountain, they named me to thank you, brother. Although I don’t know what’s going on, I want to come. Brother, you helped them a lot." Lu Hou'er shook his head, and continued: "As for Lin Pingzhi, that kid, who is not good at martial arts, he has a face all day long, as if someone owes him a lot of money. Like. Hmph, he is not a big brother, let alone you, what kind of arrogance is in front of us."

"So I had a good discussion with Junior Sister and set a trap. Sure enough, the boy Lin Pingzhi was hooked and lost the sword in his hand to Junior Sister." Lu Hou'er was a little scared. Looking at Yue Feng, she said in a low voice: "Little Junior Sister also told me, don’t be too busy telling you about this, and want to give you a surprise. As a result, we didn’t expect that we had just been on the cliff of thoughts, and we had One thing."

When Yue Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a huge tremor. He didn't know what happened. Remembering that Yue Lingshan was holding a sword to give to herself happily, not only did she not appreciate it, she broke the sword. In addition, he unceremoniously slapped Yue Lingshan without even asking why. No wonder Yue Lingshan would be so wronged and ran down the mountain crying.

"So, I blamed Lingshan." Yue Feng felt very regretful at once, thinking of what he had done, he wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Of course." When Lu Hou'er saw Yue Feng's expression, he quickly said: "Brother, you should apologize to the younger sister. Since childhood, you have loved her the most. As long as you recognize It’s a mistake, everything is easy. If you wait for the younger sister to go back and tell the master and sister, it will be terrible. When the time comes, even I will inevitably be implicated."

In fact, the last sentence was what Lu Houer wanted to say. He helped Yue Lingshan **** the sword from Lin Ping's hands. Although there was a reason why he couldn't understand Lin Pingzhi, the most important thing was to please Yue Feng. If things are done, it will be easy to handle. With Yue Feng's protection, he would definitely not suffer. Perhaps, at that time, he would still be able to learn a few kung fu from Yue Feng's hands, and at the worst, he could make Yue Feng owe him a favor. But now that he has failed, he will inevitably be punished, as long as he thinks of ways to minimize the consequences.

"But, but." Yue Feng hesitated even more and murmured: "But I haven't even scolded her since I was a kid, not to mention beating her. This time, I don't know how Lingshan will be angry. Um. No matter what, I'll catch up and take a look first." He said, ignoring Lu Hou'er, and continued to walk down the mountain.

When Yue Feng returned home, Yue Lingshan had already ran back by herself, and she would not see anyone in her room. Yue Feng knocked on the door several times outside, but he didn't see Yue Lingshan opening the door, and she couldn't help but feel a little bored in her heart.

Yue Feng has been standing here until the afternoon, and still hasn't opened Yue Lingshan's door, after all, he can't stand his temper anymore. Hearing the sound of Yue Lingshan crying in the room faintly made her heart feel more uncomfortable.

During the period, Ning Zhong also ran over to take a look once, and lost a few words to Yue Lingshan through the door. Seeing no effect, he left by himself. Obviously, Lu Houer saw that the matter had been exposed and the paper could not contain the fire, so he honestly sold everyone, and took the initiative to tell Ning Zhongze what happened.

Yue Feng waited for a long time, just about to force the door open, but suddenly he hesitated again: In any case, it is true that Yue Lingshan taught Lin Ping's martial arts, and it was her fault. In the face of this kind of big righteousness, if oneself were taking the initiative to apologize, wouldn't it be more encouraging to Yue Lingshan's arrogant temperament. Moreover, even if Lin Pingzhi's sword was not destroyed, what kind of character is Yue Feng, how would he use Lin Pingzhi's things? In addition, it is even more wrong for Yue Lingshan to do things like bullying her peers by relying on her martial arts high.

Thinking of this, Yue Feng only felt a mess in his brain, and his original intention to apologize to Yue Lingshan was completely gone. After gritting his teeth, Yue Feng left directly and walked towards the back mountain.

The back mountain of Yunvfeng is a dense forest. Yue Feng walked at will, and came here unknowingly. At this time, the sky was completely dark. This day happens to be the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, which means that the New Year will be celebrated in half a month. Looking at the full moon in the sky, Yue Feng only felt a trace of loneliness in his heart, and suddenly picked up the sword in his hand and started practicing.

This time, he practiced swords very casually, and he also lost the grand artistic conception of training and nurturing my swordsmanship during the day in his heart. Instead, he was primitive and lonely. As a result, the swordsmanship unfolded naturally with his mood, invisibly, revealing a feeling of loneliness. Gradually, Yue Feng's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and he even used his whole body skills. The surrounding big trees were all chopped by the sword aura he exudes, and turned into scraps, even the weeds on the ground are no exception.

After a whole night of work, Yue Feng finally exhausted all the power in his body, and then he lay on the ground to rest. Watching the sun gradually rise in the sky, until it was about to fall, Yue Feng was not in a good mood at all, he only felt that he was more lonely. Suddenly, Yue Feng's mind was shocked, and he suddenly remembered the battle with Feng Qingyang today.

After such a long rest, Yue Feng's exhausted internal energy has already completely recovered, and both physical strength and internal strength have reached the best place again.

The body shook, Yue Feng jumped up, and hurriedly walked over the cliff towards Si.

Feng Qingyang and Linghu Chong were already waiting on the cliff.

When Yue Feng came, Feng Qingyang opened his mouth and said: "Boy, I thought you weren't coming. Hey, you seem to be a little wrong." Feng Qingyang's brows suddenly frowned. Yue Feng, there is still a little bit of aura from the cultivation and raising of my sword in his body, but it is all a cold feeling. This feeling is even stronger than the original awe-inspiring intention.

Yue Feng shook his head, unwilling to speak, and directly spoke to Linghu Chong, "You can do it, this is the last competition."

Linghu Chong also knew what Yue Feng said. In these days, under Feng Qingyang's guidance, he reluctantly learned the second form of Dugu Nine Swords, "Broken Sword". Yue Feng is the sword, and this trick is of some use to him. As for the other swordsmanship in Dugu Nine Swords, only "breaking momentum" could have some effect on Yue Feng.

But this impossibility will not play a big role without more than ten years of hard work. The key point is that the impossibility is only about dealing with yourself and your own skill. As for the gap between Yue Feng and Linghu Chong, it was obviously not something that the impossibility could make up for. In other words, Feng Qingyang and Yue Feng's test will be determined by this time. In addition, Yue Feng would never use more internal force than his, even if he had a broken aura, Linghu Chong would not be easy to use.

Actually, whether it is Feng Qingyang or Linghu Chong, they only know that it is absolutely difficult for Linghu Chong to exceed 20 moves in Yue Feng's hands at this time. It's just that they all hope that Linghu Chong can do more than a few moves in Yue Feng's hands, not to lose too badly.

Linghu glanced at Yue Feng, and also felt that Yue Feng was a little bit wrong, as if it was no longer the feeling he had given him during this period of time, as if he had returned to the former, that cold look. Linghu couldn't help but feel a little dry, and said, "Junior, you should do it first."

Yue Feng suddenly sneered, and without answering, he drew his sword directly and sprinted towards Linghu.

Ling Hu Chong only felt that his breathing was slightly stagnant, and could not help closing his eyes. Mingming Yuefeng's sword was released extremely quickly, but he could easily find the path of Yue Feng's sword. He wanted to resist, but he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, but he couldn't do it anyway. When he opened his eyes again, Yue Feng's sword had reached his throat.

Linghu Chong couldn't help being horrified, and in an instant he was sweating profusely. For the first time, he felt that death was such an advance from him. And the feeling of talent just now may be a temporary intuition.

Linghu Chong's mind suddenly came to mind when he was fourteen years old when Yue Feng slaughtered the people of the Songshan faction. At that time, Yue Feng left him an indelible image. Every time you kill, you only need one move, and no one has time to resist. Had it not been for the fact that Yue Feng hadn't kept his hand, he estimated that everything would have been dead by now, and he wouldn't even have time to make a scream.

"Boy, what kind of swordsmanship are you doing." While Feng Qingyang's face suddenly appeared, he seemed to think of something, but he quickly shook his head and gave up his thoughts. Feng Qingyang groaned for a moment, and said: "You are so blindly seeking quickness, obviously you have lost the true meaning of martial arts."

"My swordsmanship is naturally Huashan swordsmanship, and among the simplest Huashan ten swords, there is Feng Laiyi. As for the true meaning of martial arts, who stipulates that post-production talents are righteous?" Yue Feng's face was broad. With a smile, the voice is full of irony: "As long as I act fast enough and others make ten moves, I will make twenty moves. There is no chance of victory. Moreover, I am no longer just begging for quickness, but Fast and slow, slow and fast. One step first, then step first. The life and death contest only has to seize the first opportunity. It is simply a **** to make a difference."

Feng Qingyang couldn't help being furious, and his face became ugly. At this moment, Yue Feng's appearance, where there is still the slightest respect for him during the day. I couldn't help but pointed at Yue Feng and said, "Boy, are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about? Humph, even this time, I won't care about you."

"I don't care about me, but I have to divide it up." Yue Feng suddenly shook his head, and said: "Let me see if it's your late striker or my preemptive striker."

Feng Qingyang's complexion changed again. He took Linghuchong's sword from Linghuchong's hand, looked at Yue Feng with scorching eyes, and said, "Boy, let's do it, I'll let you keep your memory. Let's You know what is meant by the heavens and the humans. Don’t think that if you have a good sword technique, you will be invincible.” Originally, Feng Qingyang had already sealed his sword and was reluctant to take it lightly. But recently, because of differences in swordsmanship with Yue Feng, they have become eager to win. Coupled with being run on by Yue Feng's words, it is natural to teach Yue Feng a lesson.

Yue Feng nodded, knowing that Feng Qingyang would not take the lead. This is not that Feng Qingyang cares about the identity of seniors, but that he wants to verify his own post-control theory in front of Yue Feng.

Yue Feng's sword suddenly pierced Feng Qingyang, regardless of the style and angle of the sword, it was exactly the same as the one used by Feng Laiyi against Linghu.

Feng Qingyang's martial arts is not the same as Linghu Chong's. Although Yue Feng made quick moves, he could still keep up. With a sword in his hand, he stood in front of him. If Yue Feng still stabbed in this way, then Feng Qingyang would have enough xinxing to block the sword in Yue Feng's hand, and at the same time could take the opportunity to return Yue Feng's sword.

Yue Feng's face is still not half moved. If Feng Qingyang can't stop this sword, it's a strange thing. The tip of his sword was slightly deflected and directly pierced Feng Qingyang's right hand holding the sword.

Feng Qingyang quickly took a step to the right and at the same time moved his right hand. If Yue Feng still stabbed in this way, he would not only fail to pierce Feng Qingyang's body, but instead send his hand to Feng Qingyang's sword.

Yue Feng retreated with a clear sword wind, and he couldn't help but feel more relaxed, and the sword in his hand changed its direction again.

The two swords changed ten times each, and they were all extremely quick. Not only does it completely break away from the restrictions of moves, it is also fast to the extreme.

Suddenly, Yue Feng's eyes brightened, and the sword in his hand accelerated sharply, just piercing one of Feng Qingyang's eyes. It turned out that his speed was a little faster than Feng Qingyang after all, and when there was no room for time, he seized the opportunity and took the lead in finding a flaw in Feng Qingyang. This flaw can be minimal. In front of ordinary people, it is not even a flaw at all. However, Yue Feng's shot speed was so fast that he could hardly seize this time.

Feng Qingyang's face changed abruptly, and he quickly backed up five or six steps, but Yue Feng's sword followed suit, and he didn't even give him a chance to block with his sword, and he got closer to Feng Qingyang's body. .

Feng Qingyang stepped back again and again, his body suddenly came to the wall at the entrance of the Siguo Cliff Cave, and he had reached the point where he could not retreat. At this moment, Feng Qingyang's expression changed, and his left hand suddenly swung out and flicked at the tip of Yue Feng's sword.

Yue Feng only felt a huge force coming from the tip of the sword, and he couldn't help but stepped back five or six steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the innermost involuntarily, and vomited to the ground.

Yue Feng did not feel the slightest frustration. Looking at the drop of blood from Feng Qingyang’s fingers at the tip of his sword, there was a bright light in his eyes. Looking at Feng Qingyang, Yue Feng’s smile became even brighter. And said: "After all, I won, and you are old too."

It turned out that although Feng Qingyang relied on the subsequent finger and defeated Yue Feng, it relied on not the sword technique, but the deep internal strength. Even so, his finger was still pierced by Yue Feng. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Feng Qingyang lost half of his moves no matter what.

Feng Qingyang stood there blankly, savoring the tricks of the two men, and suddenly an inexplicable expression appeared on his face.

Yue Feng smiled triumphantly, and floated away from Siguoya alone.