The sky was completely dark, and there were no stars and moons in the sky, dark clouds gathered, lightning and thunder roared, and sporadic raindrops had already fallen.

Zuo Yi avoided several Huashan disciples and quietly explored the important location of the Huashan Sect.

Huashan has a strong foundation, but it is reflected in the inheritance of martial arts. Other aspects are lacking in quality. All kinds of facilities are very simple, with almost no high-rise buildings. Compared with Songshan School, it can even be called simple.

But even so, no one in the world dares to underestimate Huashan.

A great sect with complete inheritance like the Huashan Sect, as long as one or two martial arts geniuses are born, it is enough to shine in an era, and its vitality is much stronger than some ordinary sects in the world.

Zuo Yi was not familiar with the arrangements within the Huashan Sect. He and Shadow searched separately for a long time, but could not find places like the Sutra Pavilion.

A moment later, he accidentally came to the Huashan Sect disciple dormitory.

He quietly stuck outside the wall and heard something arguing inside.

"Second brother, junior sister and Chen Zhuofei have not come back yet. Should we go down the mountain to find it?

It doesn’t matter that Chen Zhuofei, but if the junior sister is in trouble, we can’t explain to the master’s wife and the senior brother!”

"It's all that Chen Zhuofei! The little junior sister wants to go down the mountain to play. Not only does he not stop him, he also has to accompany the little junior sister. It's simply nonsense! The little junior sister doesn't make any trouble when she goes down the mountain!"

"That's it! That Chen Zhuofei, relying on his role as the chief official of the Jinyiwei, does not take us senior brothers seriously at all. When he comes back, he must find a way to cure him!"

"Okay, OK, Dayou, Bai Luo, and Junior Brother Liang, it's about to rain. Let's bring umbrellas and go outside the mountain gate to welcome them! Don't have any accidents."

"Oh, let's go, let's go, it's so bad. It's rainy, you should lie in the bed and sleep well before you can feel comfortable..."

Under Lauden's leadership, Lu Dayou, Yingbai Luo, Liang Fa and others all wore straw raincoats and umbrellas, and went out.

Just at this moment, Shadow Zuo Er found the residence of Yue Buqun and his wife.

Zuo Yi's eyes lit up and he hurried over.

He knew that the supreme martial arts of the Huashan School, Zixia, was kept in secret books, and might be hidden in Yue Buqun's room.

Just as he was about to set off, his body suddenly stiffened and he couldn't move.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he was locked by a pair of solid gazes.

These eyes were like sharp swords, making my heart chill, like a light on my back.

He tensed every nerve in his body, secretly accumulating momentum, and slowly turned around and looked at him.

I saw a thin and vigorous figure standing quietly on a high wall twenty meters behind, and the simple and cold face was dim and unstable under the thunderous and thunderous sound.

His hair and beard are white, but his face is full and rosy. He looks like he is in his fifties and sixties, which is justifiable for a warrior with a high level of cultivation.

The old man held a long sword in his hand, his eyes were clear and vivid, as if he could shine into a person's heart. An indescribable aura emanated from him, sharp, concentric, and ethereal...

sword.

His whole body is like a sword, an indestructible divine sword that is invincible, broken, and unpredictable.

At this moment, Zuo Yi could think of this person's identity with his eyes closed. Who else would besides Feng Qingyang?

Not very lucky.

After going to Huashan, I hadn't gained any benefits yet, and I first encountered a tough guy.

Well, he had the intention to fight Feng Qingyang, who is the legendary sword master, and it is better to choose a day than to meet the day, so just tonight.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of sneaking into this place?" Feng Qingyang asked coldly.

Zuo Yi slowly stroked the hilt of the sword on his back with his right hand and said casually: "I heard that the Huashan Sect is quite rich, so I want to borrow some flowers. Unfortunately, I was a little disappointed after coming. The dignified Huashan Sect is actually poorer than me, which is not true."

"Hmph, the Huashan Sect is in the name of chivalrous power. As for some stinky things, there have never been many Huashan Sect!

Get out! I will spare you once today, and I will not be the case!" Feng Qingyang snorted proudly.

Get out? This doesn't work.

Zuo Yi smiled and said, "As the saying goes, the thief does not leave empty-handed. Since my debut, I have never returned empty-handed.

Old man, I think the sword in your hand is good, so why don’t you give me a few taels of silver? Just think it’s my hard work to climb Mount Hua.”

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help laughing, and his laughter rolled like thunder. He waved his sword and pointed at Zuo Yi: "You little thief are really brave. The idea of ​​actually daring to hit me with a sword is simply ridiculous!

OK, it’s not impossible to want my sword. If I can beat me, everything will be easy to say!”

"Since the old man is stubborn and sacrifices his life and wealth, then don't be polite!"

As Zuo Yi finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot, swept through the twenty-meter sky like a ghost, and instantly appeared above Feng Qingyang, and a dragon of eternal men stabbed Feng Qingyang's head!

laugh!

The sword blade broke through the air, like a crack of cloth, and the green sword light spewed out, as if enough to cut everything down.

Click—

Just as a flash of lightning exploded in the sky, setting off Zuo Yi at this moment like a demon god's heavenly soldier, majestic.

Zuo Yi also felt that this sword had performed as he deserved and felt very good about himself.

He firmly believed that unless Feng Qingyang dodged in a mess, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

However, the reality is a little different from his estimate.

Before he could stab Feng Qingyang with his sword, an extremely dangerous feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

There was a faint stinging pain under his ribs.

He had a strong intuition that he would definitely hit the sword first before he stabbed Feng Qingyang!

But he was very sure that Feng Qingyang did not draw his sword.

What's going on?

Zuo Yi was secretly shocked. He made a quick decision and did not continue to stab forward, but instead waved his sword to block the ribs!

clang!

The two swords meet!

A huge force surged, and Zuo Yi flew backwards with the force, climbed over several fights in the air, landed lightly on a roof, staring at Feng Qingyang with a serious look.

Tick!

Tick!

A few drops of blood poured out from under his ribs and dripped onto the tiles.

At this moment, Zuo Yi couldn't help but feel stormy waves in his heart!

Feng Qingyang is definitely not a top-notch master, he must be higher than a top-notch master, otherwise he would never be defeated in one move.

At this moment, there was a sword mark about a few inches under his ribs. Although it was not deep, it hurts very much.

A strong sword energy remained in it, which gradually worsened his injuries.

Grandmaster!

Feng Qingyang should be a martial arts master, and he is on the same level as the Five Awesome in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. This is a state that Zuo Yi is currently incomprehensible.

A little miscalculated.

Zuo Yi frowned secretly.

At the same time, Feng Qingyang was also a little surprised. He thought Zuo Yi was just a little thief.

However, he didn't expect that after the fight, he realized that the opponent's swordsmanship was superb and his internal strength was extremely strong, which actually caused him a small loss.

The high wall under her feet could not bear the huge force that poured out, and it exploded into pieces. Feng Qingyang rolled up and landed on another roof.

The two were thirty meters apart, looking at each other with their eyes, and the lightning was shining, and the mountains were shaking.

Click—

With a thunder and lightning, the sky began to drop rains as big as beans, and gradually turned into a pouring rain, pouring on the two of them, but it seemed to pour on two still statues.

At this time, Lauderno, Lu Dayou and others also noticed the movement here and were coming quickly.

"You are not a thief, and I'm afraid there is no thief today, you have the strength of yours!

Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to the Huashan Sect? If you don’t tell the truth, I’m not polite!" Feng Qingyang said coldly.

He didn't want to continue to procrastinate, and he didn't want to reveal his identity in front of the younger generation in Huashan.

"Hehehe, old man, even if you want to be rude to me, you must catch up with me first! Say goodbye!"

Zuo Yi smiled strangely, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the roof. When he appeared again, he had already run seventy or eighty meters away, like a light bat, and his speed was as lightning.

"Hmph, it's not easy to escape from me!"
Chapter completed!