Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect!

Within Hebei.

A carriage with an extremely large carriage was driving slowly on the official road.

Yan Bugui sat back in the carriage and wiped the Boqing Sword carefully.

Opposite him, Lin Pingzhi also carefully helped wipe the Houde Sword.

Time flies, and more than ten years have passed before you know it, and these two swords are still as new as before.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I thought that the sword my father gave me was already the world's top magic weapon, but I didn't expect it to be nothing compared to your two swords, Master."

"How can ordinary things get into your master's eyes." Yan Bugui said proudly: "Throughout one's virtues and ruthlessness are made of steel from the ground. The material is stronger than black iron."

Lin Ping was stunned: "What a coincidence, your sword also uses underground steel mother?"

Yan Bugui asked, "What, your senior brother, didn't they tell you?"

Lin Pingzhi shook his head: "Elder brother only said that these two swords were the weapons of one of the ten elders of the Demon Sect who was trapped and killed in Huashan eighty years ago."

Yan Bugui said: "My two swords are almost entirely made of underground steel mothers.

It's just that the Houde Sword is mixed with some seabed coral gold to enhance its toughness, so it's golden. The Boqing Sword is mixed with some emery to make it stronger and more durable. "

He glanced at Lin Ping: "Did you just say 'ye'?"

"It's nothing." Lin Pingzhi finally understood why Linghu Chong and others had that expression when they talked about the origin of his sword when he first entered the profession.

How dare this underground steel mother come from Master!

In order to prevent his biological father from becoming the victim of his master, Lin Pingzhi decided to change the subject.

"Master, have you had a conflict with the head master recently?"

Yan Bugui paused: "What did you hear?"

"It's nothing. I was passing by that day and was embarrassed, and I happened to hear you saying that my uncle was selfish and didn't know how to think about my sister-in-law. Then my uncle said that he had no choice but to do it."

"Is this nothing? Children should stop prying around about adults' matters."

"My disciple knows his mistake."

Lin Pingzhi didn't dare to ask any more questions. He turned his eyes to the window and saw a stone tablet passing by outside.

"Master, we have reached the boundary of Pingding Prefecture."

"Um."

"Are you really planning to duel Dongfang Sheng like this?"

"What, are you scared?"

"You're not afraid, but you're just going to find someone's home. Wouldn't it be a little hasty?"

"I would like to arrange a decisive battle somewhere else. The problem is that he definitely doesn't want to leave Blackwood Cliff."

"Aren't you afraid that he will set a trap to ambush you? After all, this is his territory."

"So I brought you here." Yan Bugui said leisurely: "In today's world, there are very few people who are better than you in martial arts. Apart from being a master, there are only Shaolin masters Fang Zheng and Dongfang Sheng, and a A reclusive old man.

When Dongfang Shengyi dies, that senior has already sealed his sword and retired, and you will be the third best master in the world.

Although the Demon Sect is said to be powerful, its main manpower is limited after all.

As master and disciple, we can break into the dragon's pond and the tiger's den together. "

Having said this, Yan Bugui patted Lin Pingzhi on the shoulder: "Silly boy, I am getting older as a teacher. Sooner or later, the title of Taiyue Rongxiu will be yours."

"How can I be so virtuous as a disciple? Besides, you look about the same age as me. How old are you?" Lin Ping was modest at first, but his words afterward were not complimentary.

Huashan's internal strength is good at improving appearance, and the most obvious one is Yue Buqun, the oldest. Ming Ming is already in his sixties, but he still looks like he was in his early forties.

Yan Bugui has a higher level of cultivation than him. Although he is now in his thirties, he looks like he is only twenty-two or three years old. The reason why he is not as effective as Yue Buqun is because he is already young.

More than forty miles to the northwest of Pingding Prefecture, the mountains and rocks are as red as blood, and there is a long beach with fast currents called "Orangutan Beach".

When the carriage arrived at the beach, the master and the apprentice got out of the car and let the driver leave. Going forward was no longer a place for ordinary people to set foot.

The two walked north along the Orangutan Beach and came to a valley.

I saw towering stone walls on both sides, not reaching the top, with only a passage about five feet in the middle. It was like a natural portal, tightly guarded by the followers of the Sun and Moon God Sect.

Even if the imperial army comes to attack, it will be difficult to advance in large numbers unless the mountains are leveled.

Yan Bugui made a rough estimate. There were about a hundred or so people at the entrance. It wouldn't be difficult for them to get through with their ability.

Lin Pingzhi had already grasped the hilt of the sword, waiting for Yan Bugui's order to take action at any time.

Suddenly, a voice came from the mountain gorge: "Is this person the master and disciple of Taiyue Rong Xiuyan?"

The person speaking was full of energy, and his voice could be heard from far away without drifting away. He was undoubtedly a master with profound internal skills.

Yan Bugui stepped forward: "It's Yan."

A middle-aged man with long arms and legs, bright eyes, and a tall figure strode out of the passage. He clasped his fists at Yan Bugui and said, "Shangguanyun, the master of the White Tiger Hall of the Sun and Moon God Sect, is waiting here at the order of the Eastern Sect." It’s been a long time, Master Yan.”

Yan Bugui looked a little surprised and said with a smile: "It seems that the leader of the Eastern Cult has already won."

Shangguan Yun said proudly: "The leader's magical skills are earth-shattering. Since Master Yan is here, he will naturally have the opportunity to learn from him."

"Then please ask Master Shangguan to lead the way."

"please."

The two of them followed Shangguan Yun into the narrow passage of the valley.

Lin Pingzhi was on guard all the way, fearing that the enemy might plot a trick.

Yan Bugui clasped his hands behind his back and seemed to be strolling leisurely in the courtyard, but his heart was not relaxed either.

After passing three mountain passes, they came to a beach again. Shangguan Yun released a sounding arrow, and a small boat quickly came from the opposite side and took the three of them over.

There is still a mountain road on the other side, and the road is extremely steep.

The three of them continued up the stone steps, passed the checkpoint blocked by a triple iron gate, and stopped in front of a stone gate.

The left and right sides of the stone gate are engraved with the words "Wen Cheng Wude" and "Benevolence, Righteousness and Ming" respectively, and there are four large vermilion characters on the banner that read "Zhongxing Shengjiao".

Behind the stone gate is a towering cliff, from which a large bamboo basket is slowly lowered.

Shangguan Yun raised his hand and said, "Please, you two."

After another stick of incense, the three of them changed bamboo baskets four times in a row, and finally reached the top of the Blackwood Cliff.

A huge white marble archway stands tall in front of us, with four large lacquered gold characters written on it, "Ze Bei Common People".

The sun shines from the east, making these four golden characters shine continuously, making people look at them in awe.

Yan Bugui muttered: "Your teaching is really good at bluffing people."

"Insolent!" A yellow-faced man walked out from under the archway and shouted angrily: "The majesty of the Holy Cult Master is sacred and inviolable. How can you allow outsiders to comment on it?"

This person is Jia Bu, the master of Qinglong Hall, nicknamed "Yellow-faced Venerable", and his status is even higher than Shangguan Yun.

"You are so presumptuous!" Lin Pingzhi shouted: "Your leader is my master's defeated general, so you are worthy of shouting in front of him!"

"You brat, you're looking for death." Jia Bu became angry and said, "Come on, get him!"

He gave the order, and ten halberd-wielding warriors in purple suddenly appeared on both sides of the hall behind him.

Shangguan Yun coughed softly: "Master Jia, Master Yan is a distinguished guest of the leader. If there is any neglect, we cannot afford to suffer."

Jia Bu snorted coldly: "You are lucky."

The face that should be shown has been revealed, and he no longer forces it.

Afterward, the news reached the ears of General Manager Yang and the Holy Leader. He, Hall Master Jia, was extremely loyal and would not be afraid of strong enemies in order to maintain the majesty of the Holy Leader.

If you are lucky, you might get a good opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune.

Behind the archway is Chengde Hall.

After Yan Bugui and Lin Pingzhi entered, they saw a tall man eight feet tall, dressed in rich clothes, standing in front of the leader's throne with his hands behind his back.

Shangguan Yun saluted respectfully and said: "Manager Yang, Master Yan has been brought here."

Yang Lianting turned around, with a full beard and an angular face that made Yan Bugui almost think he was seeing Dongfang Sheng from fourteen years ago.

Yan Bugui thought: ‘Dongfang Sheng favors this man so much, could it be because he sees his former self in him? ’

Yang Lianting's eyes were also looking up and down at Yan Bugui unscrupulously.

There seems to be a big age difference between the two, and they both hold pivotal positions in their respective camps.

But the other party's status was won by his true ability.

But his status was obtained through false love and an old monster who was neither male nor female.

Every time he thought of this, Yang Lianting went crazy with jealousy.