Through the chat group!Start selling T virus!

Yue Buqun's face was full of shame, "Junior sister, daughter, when I complete my magical power and revitalize the Huashan Sword Sect, I will seek justice for you."

Qing Muchuan pinched the corner of the cassock, "Tell me quickly."

"In... in the west... wing..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a distant voice.

"It's sad and deplorable, my Huashan Sword Sect was once prominent in the past, but now you have such a hypocrite, what a villain."

"You don't hesitate to sell your own wife and daughter to get the magic book, Yue Buqun, it's a shame for my Huashan Sword Sect to make you the head of the sect."

Standing on top of the house with a breezy fairy wind, against the background of a full moon, it looks like a fairy.

"Young man, I can't see through your technique just now, but I can see through your acquired peak martial arts realm."

"Send that girl back, otherwise I won't be polite."

Feng Qingyang's Taoist robe creaked under the shock of internal force.

Qing Muchuan is also aware of the terrifying coercion of the peak warriors in the Xiantian realm.

"Haha, there is no reason to take back the gift you gave out."

Qing Muchuan drew his sword and struck out, his figure was like a ghost, and the shadow of the sword was like pouring rain.

Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeve robe and landed in the void.

The figures of the two intertwined in the courtyard, sword shadows mixed with internal strength.

In less than seven or eight rounds, Aokigawa retreated in a row.

There is a critical big difference, and no one can win.

The moment Qing Muchuan turned around, seven or eight silver needles shot out from his sleeve robe.

"Little Doyle!"

Feng Qingyang casually broke off a branch to use as a sword, and easily shot down seven or eight silver needles.

"Young people should be more masculine, dancing with knives and guns is the right way, playing with silver needles, alas, it's really bad luck, bad luck!"

When Qing Muchuan heard the words, his face was instantly furious.

After he brandished his knife from the palace, he could not hear these yin and yang strange words the most.

"Not just you, the so-called big guy behind you is not a good person either."

Feng Qingyang's words immediately caused a surge of comments in the chat group.

Lu Yuan: "What do you mean?"

Fang Gan: "Hahahaha, boss, give him some flair."

Han Feiyu: "Can this be tolerated? It is recommended to start with a hydrogen explosion."

Su Yan: "Hmph, stinky boss, this is the consequence of not knowing how to refuse."

Wei Ningshuang: "It's over, I always feel that Feng Qingyang is dead."

Wang Teng: "I'm not in that world, otherwise he would be dead."

Sith: "..."

Huangfuqing: "This kind of behavior must be severely cracked down."

In the chat group, Wang Teng and Huangfu Qing had the most intense reactions.

After all, this is one of the few channels through which they can curry favor with their bosses.

If they were blocked by Feng Qingyang's words, they could really curse for the rest of their lives.

[Group member Lu Yuan sent Qingmuchuan's exclusive red envelope. 】

Aokigawa: "Thank you for the support of the dead light one-armed cannon."

Fang Gan: "Dead light one-armed cannon, what kind of new weapon is it?"

Wang Teng: "Looking at the screen online."

Sith: "Online Dive."

Lu Yuan: "Single-armed laser cannon, death beam series, fast speed, but the destructive power did not break through, so it was shelved in the office."

Han Feiyu: "Hold the grass, laser cannon, you are so confused!"

Han Feiyu: "If you want to kill Feng Qingyang, it's just a matter of one bullet. A weapon of this level is overkill!"

Huangfuqing: "I lost, the wind is clear, this is a rhythm that is difficult to fly."

Su Yan: "Abaa Baba."

Qing Muchuan: "With the support of the boss, what kind of comprehensive martial arts world is not flattened with a snap of the fingers, and the flying dragon rides on the face, how can I lose?"

Qingmuchuan from the mixed martial arts world dodged and distanced himself.

Feng Qingyang stroked his white beard, nodded and smiled lightly: "Young people, don't be too arrogant, the world is big and there are many strong people."

"Don't think that you can run rampant in the world by learning two moves and three-legged cat kung fu. I advise you to do it yourself, and there is still time to turn around in time."

Aoki Chuan threw the long sword in his hand, equipped with the dead light one-armed cannon, pointed it at Feng Qingyang, and said with a sinister smile: "You are right.".

Chapter 31 Uncle Taishi, times have changed

The muzzle of the black hole pointed directly at the calm wind and clear wind.

The corner of Aokigawa's mouth curled up.

In an instant.

An indescribable sense of dread filled his heart.

Feng Qingyang's heart and pulse speeded up suddenly.

It was as if he was being targeted by an ancient and prehistoric beast.

Yue Buqun's face was filled with shame and surprise.

He didn't expect that there were peerless masters hidden in Huashan School.

And his behavior of flattering and seeking glory was witnessed by the seniors.

If this spreads out, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of "Gentleman's Sword"?

"Don't be dazed, make a move!"

"Only if you both lose, can I have a chance of survival."

It is a fact that Qing Muchuan, who was at his peak the day after tomorrow, lost to Feng Qingyang.

Ke Qingmuchuan's mocking and sinister smile pulled out from the corner of his mouth.

Another glimmer of hope rose in Yue Buqun's heart.

He felt that this former apprentice would definitely not let her down.

Sure enough, Aokigawa pulled the trigger without hesitation.

hum!

A beam of extremely dazzling red laser beam burst out.

Feng Qingyang felt a burning sensation on the left side of his body.

When he returned to God again, his left arm evaporated.

The smell of barbecue came from the empty broken arm.

The monstrous pain was felt belatedly like a flood.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Feng Qingyang clutched his severed arm, and let out a mournful wail from his throat.

The severe pain made him roll on the ground.

The appearance of Xianfeng Daogu was covered by mud and dirt.

Instead, he was disheveled and dusty.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Grand Master, times have changed."

"What the Nine Swords of Loneliness, what peerless skills, what profound inner strength..."

"I can't even withstand this shot!"

Qing Muchuan raised the slightly hot muzzle of the one-armed cannon, and when he went up, he kicked Feng Qingyang fiercely and rolled all over the ground in pain.

Ignoring Qingmuchuan's domineering posture, Yue Buqun was stunned, he only saw a beam of light piercing through the night and the wind.

Afterwards, Feng Qingyang, who looked quite like a master of a generation, fell to the ground and was rubbed against the ground by that traitor.

"This...this...could it be fairy art!"

Fanaticism appeared in Yue Buqun's eyes, as strong as Feng Qingyang couldn't resist a single move, if it wasn't fairy art, what could it be?

There are often rumors in the rivers and lakes that a stupid young man fell off a cliff and accidentally got the inner strength empowerment from a martial arts senior, and gained a peerless magic.

From then on, he stepped into the rivers and lakes and was invincible.

Become the supreme martial artist and command the heroes of the world, no one dares not to obey.

Revitalize the Huashan Sword Sect?

Do not!

I want to unify the Five Sacred Sword Sects and become the overlord of the martial arts world.

Yue Buqun struggled to move his Adam's apple, then stared darkly at the west wing room where the candlelight was rising.

Anyway, all the junior sisters have been packed up and sent away, so it doesn’t matter if they send another daughter away.

Don't you see that Feng Qingyang has been punished by the traitor and lost his temper.