Chen Qiao finally spoke: "The weakness you mentioned is actually all martial arts, and martial arts are endless, but human physical qualifications are born and have limited life span. As long as you keep practicing, you will face this dilemma one day. This is why my master failed to retreat and passed away."

Although his martial arts skills are not as good as before, his vision is still there, so there is naturally no obstacle to discussion.

Yan Wushi: "Yes, but if he is willing to stop, there will be no hidden dangers. Even if the martial arts of "Fenglin Yuandian" are no longer practiced, the harm to the body will become greater and greater. So I thought of "Zhu Yangce". If the martial arts of different schools can be combined, there may be unexpected results in the end."

Chen Qiao: "But you failed."

Yan Wushi smiled slightly: "I failed because I was eager to succeed, so I laid the hidden danger of becoming obsessed with myself."

Chen Qiao suddenly frowned: "Since Fenglin Yuandian has such flaws, almost everyone practices Huanyue Sect and the other two sects. Wouldn't everyone encounter such a dilemma?"

Yan Wushi burst into laughter, finally stopped and put him down: "A Qiao, A Qiao, you always go beyond my expectations. I thought you would ask me why I told you this, but you care about the life and death of others. Don't worry, only by practicing to a certain level can you discover this defect. If you can really practice to the ninth level like me, you have few opponents in the world. Even if you know that there are flaws, they still can't bear to leave this martial arts."

"The story is over, what do you think?"

Chen Qiao shook his head.

Yan Wushi's reaction to him seemed a little boring. Just as he was about to say something, a laugh came from afar: "Sect Master Yan's style is still the same, I really want to ruin me!"

The sound was far and near, as far as it was in the sky, and in the ears. Chen Qiao heard that the sound seemed to contain an indescribable charm, and suddenly an ominous premonition arose.

Yan Wushi said coldly: "Sang Jingxing, use magic sound to me to capture my heart. Do you want to humiliate yourself?"

The visitor laughed, as if he was shrinking into an inch. In just a few steps, he walked from a distance to him.

Sang Jingxing's reputation in the world is much worse than Yan Wushi, but because of his terrible martial arts, almost no one wants to face him head-on, and would rather choose to swallow his anger and calm down. The most obvious example is a few years ago, the youngest daughter of Ren Yin, the "first-grade crazy sword" in Xianzhou, was accidentally attracted by Sang Jingxing because of her birth, and asked her to accept her as her disciple. Everyone knows that Sang Jingxing's acceptance of disciples is just an excuse, but in fact it is just to constantly find a woman who is practicing dual cultivation for herself. An Yin, a man who was originally as restless as a fire, dared not resist at all in the end. He was willing to endure the humiliation of being ridiculed by the world. He handed over his little daughter out, and took his family to retreat to the world, and never cared about the world. It is said that a few years after his youngest daughter entered the Hehuan Sect, she was tired of being played with by Sang Jingxing and other men with high rank and powerful positions in the Hehuan Sect. Then she threw it to her apprentice Huo Xijing, who peeled off her face and put it on her puppet doll, becoming one of her own collections.

However, when Yan Wushi returned to the world, because he was far more domineering than Sang Jingxing, the world focused most of his attention on Yan Wushi, and gradually forgot about Sang Jingxing's cruelty and horror.

As Cui Youwang's disciple, Sang Jingxing has never been a person who can be underestimated. His ambition is hidden under his cynicism. Others think that he is willing to be Yuan Xiuxiu's guest of the temple and manage the Hehuan Sect for her. In fact, the conflict between the two within the sect has not been a day or two. Yuan Xiuxiu can't do anything to Sang Jingxing, and Sang Jingxing can't kill Yuan Xiuxiu for the time being. Everyone has to pinch their noses and temporarily maintain the illusion of being a fellow disciple.

This person is tall and mighty, but his appearance is extremely beautiful. His skin is as smooth and delicate as a woman. His eyes are full of waves. Unfortunately, his eyes are gloomy and cold, which makes people dare not look directly at.

He smiled and greeted Yan Wushi: "I heard that Zhou wanted to attack Qi, and Yuan Xiuxiu was anxious, so he came to Sect Master Yan and wanted to cooperate with you to kill me?"

If Yuan Xiuxiu was here, she would be shocked when she heard this. She planned it secretly. No third person would know about it when she came to Yan Wushi, but for some reason, the news was leaked.

Yan Wushi: "Not bad."

Sang Jingxing: "Will Master Yan come here today to kill me?"

Yan Wushi: "I'll send you someone."

Sang Jingxing's eyes fell on Shen Qiao: "Who is he? Well, he was born well."

Yan Wushi: "Shen Qiao."

Sang Jingxing narrowed his eyes, and his careless eyes were instantly replaced by sharpness: "The Shen Qiao who killed Huo Xijing?"

Yan Wushi: "Not bad."

Sang Jingxing suddenly laughed: "Didn't you hear that Sect Master Yan fought with him so hard, why did you suddenly want to send someone to me? I won't show any mercy. If you want to go back if you mess up, it will be too late!"

Yan Wushi: "When it comes to your hands, you will naturally be at your disposal. I will not ask about it anymore."

After receiving this promise, Sang Jingxing's smile on his face became more and more profound. He has always liked the kind of boys and girls in his teens. Shen Qiao was obviously not within this range, but he was born beautiful. More importantly, the rotten ship still had three-inch nails. Qi Fengge's apprentice, even if his martial arts skills plummeted, his former martial arts foundation was still there. After using it, it was a good choice to completely absorb the other party's skills.

"Sect Master Yan gave me the person so much? No conditions are needed?"

Yan Wushi: "Give me back my sword."

Sang Jingxing didn't expect him to make this request. After being stunned, he laughed and said, "It's a coincidence that I didn't bring it today. Can I send someone to offer it another day?"

The sword is called Taihua Sword, which was used by Yan Wushi in the past. Later, he was defeated by Cui Youwang, and the sword was taken away by the other party. Since Cui Youwang died, the sword naturally fell into the hands of his disciple Sang Jingxing.

Yan Wushi: "Yes."

Sang Jingxing tempted: "I thought Sect Master Yan had achieved great martial arts now, and it was the same with swords but no swords. Why did he suddenly want to return to Taihua Sword?"

He always had a slight fear of Yan Wushi's martial arts, otherwise, with Sang Jingxing's style, he would never be so polite to others.

Yan Wushi said lightly: "My things will be mine in another hundred years, just whether I want to take them back."

Sang Jingxing smiled clearly, teasing him as if it was true or false: "I have heard that Sect Master Yan and Shen Qiao are two-way couples, like fairy couples. I didn't expect that Shen Qiao's value to you is worth a Taihua sword. It's really sad!"

When they were talking, Shen Qiao kept closing his eyes slightly, neither looking up nor opening his eyes, his face calm as if this conversation had nothing to do with him.

Yan Wushi: "Yuan Xiuxiu was working with this discussion to surround you, but secretly he was flirting with the Turks. What are you going to do with it?"

A hint of anger flashed across Sang Jingxing's face and smiled again, "That woman always likes to play tricks of two-faced and three-killing swords. This is the first time I know. I don't know when and where she made an appointment with Sect Master Yan?"

Yan Wushi: "On the sixth day of the sixth month, at the time of Shen, Yichi Snow Temple in the east of the city. She said you like to stay there."

Sang Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "Yes, she has figured out my preferences clearly."

Yifen Snow Temple, just listening to the name is not a serious temple, but a private property of a fake temple. Sang Jingxing recently fell in love with a new way of playing, shaved her hair and dressed her up as a little nun, letting them live as usual in the temple. He pretended to be a flower picker and entered the temple and played with the little girls, often playing for half a day. This matter was very secret, but he could know Yuan Xiuxiu's movements, and Yuan Xiuxiu could naturally know him.

Sang Jingxing smiled and said, "Then please come to see the show by Sect Master Yan. Since that woman wants to kill me, don't blame me for not caring about my old love."

Yan Wushi was not interested in the grudges between them, but a unified and powerful Hehuan Sect certainly did not benefit him. Now Yuan Xiuxiu and Sang Jingxing were killed by themselves, which hit his mind. He didn't mind making the conflict evolve more intensely.

He bent down and pinched Shen Qiao's chin: "You still regard me as a friend now?"

Shen Qiao said nothing.

Yan Wushi suddenly laughed: "A Qiao, you are so naive. Others treat you so badly, why do you forget it when you turn around? I told you early in the morning that I saved you just want an opponent, but you disappointed me too much. If I release a little kindness, you will really hold on. Is it because you are betrayed by Yu Ai and the others, and I want to have a friend and family affection more?"

Perhaps because of the breath that came from his voice, Shen Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was still no expression on his face. I don't know if it was more sorrow than death, or if it was too lazy to answer Yan Wushi's question at all.

Yan Wushi: "A naive person like you is destined to be unable to survive for too long. After leaving Xuandu Mountain and Qifeng Pavilion, you are nothing and can do nothing. You can neither restore your martial arts nor resolve my doubts. If you are willing to join Huanyue Sect and practice "Fenglin Yuandian", I may be willing to leave you a way out."

Shen Qiao finally opened his eyes and said lightly: "I have been betrayed again and again, not because I am too naive, but because I believe that there is always kindness in the world. If there were no fools like me, where would Master Yan get fun?"

Yan Wushi laughed: "This is interesting!"

He said to Shen Qiao: "I don't need friends. There is only one kind of person who is qualified to be on an equal footing with me, and that is the opponent."

"And you have lost this qualification."

After saying this, Yan Wushi stood up, threw the mountains and rivers and the sword of sorrow into his arms, and said gently: "A Qiao, please be blessed."

Sang Jingxing smiled and watched them speak, neither stopping nor interrupting. It was not until Yan Wushi left that he spoke out: "How does it feel to be abandoned?"

Shen Qiao closed his eyes again and said nothing.

People are like fish in the net, and they are left to slaughter, Sang Jingxing is not in a hurry to start.

For him, it was an unexpected surprise to be able to get Chen Qiao. Although the other party was not as good as before, it would not bring much benefits to him. Sang Jingxing didn't like his type, but the identity of the former leader of the Qifeng Pavilion and the former leader of Xuandu Mountain alone was enough to make people excited.

Thinking of the scene where the other party cried under him and even humiliated him in front of the disciples of the sect, Sang Jingxing's smile became even stronger.

"This sword is the Shanhe Tongyue Sword that Qi Fengge used back then? Yes, yes, I still remember that your master once defeated me with this sword, but I was shameless at that time and begged hard. He finally let me go. Until now, there is still a deep bone-scar left on my back. If he knew that his disciples would fall into my hands today, I wonder if he would regret not killing me that day?"

Sang Jingxing touched his face: "Which hand did you kill Huo Xijing? Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. After getting tired of playing, I will cut off your hand to pay tribute to my poor apprentice, and then learn from Gao Wei to strip your clothes naked, so that others can appreciate the ugly appearance of the former Xuandu Mountain Master?"

Under the moonlight, Chen Qiao's face was cold and pale, without any emotion, like a white jade statue, beautiful and fragile.

But the more he did this, the more interested Sang Jingxing became.
Chapter completed!