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"What the hell?!"

Hearing the sound in the cave, Wang Yuan and Lin Pingzhi trembled and quickly looked back.

I saw an old man slowly walking out of Hezu Cave.

The old man had a white beard and a green robe, with a melancholy expression. His face was as golden as paper, and he was very imposing. His bright eyes were staring at Wang Yuan and Lin Pingzhi.

"You...who are you?"

Lin Pingzhi was startled, pointed at the old man and asked tremblingly.

Wang Yuan stared at the old man and secretly worked up his internal strength.

In reality, kung fu masters are young and strong, but in the game, it is different. The older they get, the more ruthless they become, especially the old ones with white hair and beard, who are the most difficult to mess with. Wang Yuan's intuition told Wang Yuan that this old man's strength was quite terrifying.

"Me? Haha!" The old man chuckled and said, "I am Feng Qingyang!"

Huashan Sword Master·Feng Qingyang (Unparalleled)

Level: 190

Realm: reaching the pinnacle

Blood value:? ? ?

Internal force value:? ? ?

Proficient in martial arts:? ? ?

Background introduction: The first swordsman of the Huashan Sword Sect, his swordsmanship is unparalleled, and he lived in seclusion on the cliff many years ago.

"Feng...it's Senior Feng!!"

Hearing Feng Qingyang's name, Lin Pingzhi was so excited that he was almost speechless.

As a child of a martial arts family and a disciple of the Huashan Sect, Lin Pingzhi would naturally have heard of this name.

"Level 190... unparalleled..."

Wang Yuan was shocked when he saw Feng Qingyang's message.

Wang Yuan has seen a lot of top masters, but most of them are top masters around level 180. Among them are level 200 god-level masters like Dongfang Bubai and Zhang Sanfeng. Wang Yuan has only seen level 190 top masters. Xiao Feng passed by one person, and the old man in front of him was actually a fierce man on the same level as Xiao Feng.

No way, isn't this old man the final BOSS?

The more Wang Yuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he pulled Lin Pingzhi back again and again.

Damn it, the more supreme a master you are, the harder it is to make progress. In this case, you need some special skills to improve yourself.

For example, Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, etc. are all such people.

Lin Pingzhi possesses such god-level martial arts skills as the "Sunflower Collection", there is no guarantee that Feng Qingyang will also covet this skill.

If he really came to grab the "Sunflower Collection", Wang Yuan would never be able to resist him.

"Hurry up! I can delay it for a while!" Wang Yuan handed over control of the hang glider to Lin Pingzhi, and then whispered.

Wang Yuan didn't believe it. Lin Pingzhi jumped off the cliff and Feng Qingyang could still get it back.

"Master...he..."

Lin Pingzhi was about to explain something.

"hehe!"

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and interrupted: "You monk is so boastful. I want to see how capable the masters of Shaolin Temple are."

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang put his fingers together and pointed directly upward.

"Snapped!"

The fingertips shot hard on the pine tree above, and a pine branch fell down and fell into Feng Qingyang's hand.

Feng Qingyang didn't pause at all, took a step forward, pointed the branch in his hand forward, and instantly stabbed Wang Yuan's door.

Feng Qingyang's true energy poured into the branches, and the "sword" made a "chichi" sound in the air. He stood up and drew the sword for just a moment.

"So fast!"

Wang Yuan's expression was serious, and he was very alert. He took a step back to slightly distance himself, grabbed Feng Qingyang's hand with his left hand, and used the move [Human Tangle].

The five fingers of his big hand spread out and he grabbed the branch that stabbed in front of him.

"hehe!"

Feng Qingyang chuckled, flicked his wrist, and the branch drew an arc in the air, bypassing Wang Yuan's grasp, and stabbed Wang Yuan's left wrist with a "sword".

"Tuk!"

Wang Yuan's wrist shook, and [Huranmantan] was interrupted by Feng Qingyang's sword. -

100

A blood loss number floated on Wang Yuan's head.

"Go back!"

After stabbing Wang Yuan on the wrist, Feng Qingyang gently pulled back the branch in his hand.

With a sound of "Hoo!", Wang Yuan's right palm that followed him had already missed.

"middle!"

Feng Qingyang took another step forward, and the branch swayed and stabbed Wang Yuan in the eye.

Wang Yuan reacted very quickly and turned over to avoid his eyes.

"Snapped!"

The wind-clearing branch stabbed Wang Yuan on the back of his head. -

100

Another blood loss number floated up.

Wang Yuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put his hands together, and clapped back.

"Roar!"

With a dragon's roar, a vast palm force struck Feng Qingyang.

【Dragon wag its tail】! !

"Good monk, I have you!" Seeing Wang Yuan's palm power so powerful, Feng Qingyang was slightly startled, jumped sideways, dodged Wang Yuan's palm power, and then took a step forward to stick behind Wang Yuan, pointing with two fingers of his left hand. , poked Wang Yuan in the armpit.

Wang Yuan raised his hands unconsciously.

The palm force suddenly stopped.

Wang Yuan was attacked from behind. He instinctively bent down and kicked Feng Qingyang's chest with his right foot.

Feng Qingyang turned aside hurriedly.

"Huh!" Wang Yuan's big foot pressed against Feng Qingyang and kicked him over.

Feng Qingyang saw the right moment, lifted the branch up with his right hand, and chopped Wang Yuan's inner thigh.

"wipe!"

Wang Yuan felt a chill in his crotch and was frightened in his heart. He rolled forward and distanced himself from Feng Qingyang, turned around and glared at Feng Qingyang angrily.

Damn it, this old guy is such a bitch. If he had moved forward just now, Wang Yuan would have to learn the Sunflower Manual even if he didn't want to learn it anymore.

At the same time, Wang Yuan was even more in awe of Feng Qingyang.

Although they had only fought for a few rounds, Wang Yuan had already deeply felt what it meant to be a great master. Feng Qingyang's martial arts skills were not comparable to those of Hong Antong and others.

No one understands his own strength better than Wang Yuan. In those few attacks, Wang Yuan used all his strength in every move and did not dare to neglect at all. But Feng Qingyang seemed to know what Wang Yuan wanted to do, and every move Wang Yuan can be ahead of Wang Yuan with every move, either to break it or to dodge it. With every move, he can strike first and find the flaw in Wang Yuan's attack to counterattack. Wang Yuan, who is suppressed, doesn't know how to attack.

Wang Yuanshang is so big that he can count the number of people who can crush him in moves like this on one hand. It is simply unbelievable that an NPC in the game can do this.

What's even more frightening is that Feng Qingyang used only a branch, not a real sword, and he didn't use all his strength. Otherwise, even if Wang Yuan had the indestructible power of the Vajra to protect his body, he wouldn't be able to just drop it after these rounds. Several hundred points of blood.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that Wang Yuan had distanced himself, Feng Qingyang did not continue to pursue. Instead, he laughed, tossed the branch aside, and said with great satisfaction: "Well, not bad, I didn't expect that I have been living in seclusion for many years. There are really many talents, and with a young master like you, Shaolin Temple is worthy of its reputation as the largest sect in the world!"

"I am over-flattered!"

Wang Yuan hugged Feng Qingyang and said, "I admit that I can't beat you, monk, but today I want to take Lin Pingzhi away, and no one can stop me!"

"Really? Why do you want to save someone who has nothing to do with you?" Feng Qingyang asked with a smile.

"Well...of course it's for justice!" Wang Yuan glanced at the name of the task and said with awe.

"Interesting, interesting!" Feng Qingyang said with a smile: "Although you are also high-sounding and full of nonsense, you are more practical than Yue Buqun! I admire you very much!"