The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Seeing that those people were getting more and more out of control, Yun Feiyang was a little surprised. It seemed that Fu Yushu was getting better and better in Chongzhen, and even killed the four guardians of Xiaoyao Valley.

[Yan Chongtian was suspicious of Fu Yushu's identity. He secretly investigated the news of Xiaoyao Valley and used a trick to lure Fu Yushu to lead people to raid the base of Xiaoyao Valley]

[In order to hide his identity, Fu Yushu had to kill the remaining forces of Xiaoyao Valley to prove himself]

[The remaining forces of Xiaoyao Valley were destroyed, Fu Tianwei died, Fu Yushu begged Qingsong to accept him as a disciple, Yan Chongtian refused, Chisong and Cangsong secretly supported him]

"This is really... the heart of a tyrant! Cruel and ruthless!" Yun Feiyang couldn't help shaking his head.

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He walked along the path towards the back mountain of Wufeng Mountain. Although the Chongzhen disciples who were patrolling the mountain on the road were a little surprised by his appearance, they did not stop him.

Arriving at the backyard, Yun Feiyang took a look inside and smiled. The wooden house was clean inside and outside, and it was obvious that someone came to clean it regularly. There were still pigs in the pigpen, but I don’t know if Yan Chongtian fed them.

After a round, Yun Feiyang went to Yan Chongtian’s residence without stopping.

Arriving at the gate of the courtyard, Lun Wan’er was practicing sword under Yan Chongtian’s instruction. Seeing the sudden appearance, Lun Wan’er’s face was happy. The next moment, Yan Chongtian turned his wrist, and the sword in Lun Wan’er’s hand was in his hand. He jumped and stabbed Yun Feiyang.

Yan Chongtian soared into the sky, flying in the air like catkins, his posture changed, seemingly slow but actually fast, ethereal and uncertain, flexible and changeable. Compared with Qingsong’s Feiyunzong, there was a huge difference between him and Qingsong.

“Master uncle!” Lun Wan’er exclaimed, surprised that Yan Chongtian’s martial arts suddenly recovered, and also surprised that he suddenly attacked Yun Feiyang.

The next moment, the tip of Yan Chongtian's sword was in front of Yun Feiyang. Suddenly, a finger appeared in front of the tip of the sword, as if it had always been there. Without waiting for Yan Chongtian to change his moves, Yun Feiyang bent his fingers and flicked them. A "dang" sound was heard from afar.

Yan Chongtian's palm was numb, and he felt a strong force coming. His fingers trembled and his grip on the sword was unstable. He showed a trace of surprise, then his right hand loosened, his body turned, and his left palm slapped in the air. His right hand slowed down and held the hilt of the sword again.

"Good boy, it's you, take another palm from me." As he spoke, the palm wind was thundering, like spring thunder, shocking people's souls, and the palm power was condensed and not dispersed, splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

Yun Feiyang raised his wrist, flicked his fingers, and pointed at Yan Chongtian's Laogong, Shenmen, and Quchi acupoints. Although he had no true energy, his finger power was as whistling as a siege crossbow.

Yan Chongtian's eyes shrank and he dared not take it head-on. He immediately turned around like willow catkins, and moved around Yun Feiyang like the wind in an instant. There were willows in the wind, and catkins were flying. The long sword in his hand was unfurled, and the sword energy complemented each other: when it was strong, it was like thunder and lightning, fast and fierce, but the true energy was layered, like a long river and waves, surging; when it was feminine, it was like a small bridge and flowing water, extremely gentle and freehand, but it contained huge waves. If you are not careful, it will roll over the world.

Facing Yan Chongtian's two-element swordsmanship, even Yun Feiyang couldn't help but applaud. He didn't move his feet, but his fingers were either tapping or flicking, and his hands were waving like a pipa. The endless "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound like rain hitting banana leaves resounded throughout the courtyard.

Facing Yan Chongtian's phantom that was as fast as the wind, his body movements were flexible, and his moves were fierce; facing Yun Feiyang's immovable, free and easy, like a fairy in the world; Lun Wan'er was dazzled and felt that everything was too magical.

Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, Yan Chongtian swung the long sword in his hand into the air, and the whistling sound was comparable to the mountain-splitting sword in the air, but he used the sword to perform the knife technique, which was open and close, and the force of sticking and hooking was in the fierce and swift.

If an ordinary person took over for the first time, he would be flustered by the feminine power implied in the knife technique. Yun Feiyang smiled, spread his right hand, and swung his palm like a knife, like the sun patrolling the sky, and the world was in the palm of his hand.

Yan Chongtian's mountain-splitting knife technique had just used two moves, but he was depressed to find that all the subsequent moves had been covered by one knife, and all changes were overcome, as if the giant spirit that could wreak havoc on the earth encountered the sun that illuminated the world, and all changes were exposed.

Even so, he changed his moves again, and the long sword was raised like a spear, and the spear came out like a dragon, flying up and down, stabbing Yun Feiyang's throat, which was the Chongzhen throat-locking spear.

Yun Feiyang stretched out his palm to block the spear, and used his finger as a sword. He used a set of Chongzhen School's entry-level sword techniques that were as soft as water, and locked the dragon with water.

No matter how Yan Chongtian's spear changed, he could not escape Yun Feiyang's soft finger sword, which made him even more discouraged.

The moves were useless. Yan Chongtian flashed and left the battlefield to Lun Wan'er's side, holding a long sword in his hand, with the demeanor of a Taoist master.

Yun Feiyang exclaimed: "I always thought that Chongzhen martial arts was just like this, but now in the hands of Master Uncle, it has some Taoist master's demeanor.'s demeanor. "

Yan Chongtian rolled his eyes, feeling that this brat was implying something. He was a grandmaster, but he was like a child in his hands. What was he? A reincarnation of a celestial being?

But Lun Wan'er was dumbfounded, feeling that the world was changing like a chess game.

The master uncle, whose martial arts skills were sometimes not, suddenly showed the martial arts of a master; the childhood playmate who was thought to have no martial arts and always wanted to join the Chongzhen sect, suddenly became a great master, and the master uncle whose martial arts skills made him and even the sect leader feel ashamed, was defeated by him.

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"Brat, I should have thought it was you. You were the one who sent me the news about Fu Yushu, right?" In the courtyard, Lun Wan'er was still in a daze, while Yan Chongtian and Yun Feiyang sat aside and laughed and talked.

Yun Feiyang nodded and said with a smile, "I just don't want the Chongzhen sect to capsize and be messed up by a few mice hiding in the gutter. ”

Yan Chongtian sighed and said, “If you hadn’t helped me recover my martial arts, I’m afraid Chongzhen would have been in trouble.”

[Because of your appearance, Yan Chongtian recovered his martial arts in advance. After a secret investigation, he had already found out Fu Yushu’s identity, but Qingsong was stubborn and he was helpless.]

Yun Feiyang couldn’t deny that if he hadn’t intervened several times, according to the narrator, Chongzhen Sect would have been doomed to fail. Even so, Fu Yushu has become a disciple of Chongzhen Sect and is still the head of the sect.

However, Yun Feiyang was not worried. Now that Yan Chongtian’s martial arts have been fully recovered, at most he would abolish Qingsong’s position as the head of the sect. Moreover, he couldn’t go to this step. Compared with Fu Yushu, who made Qingsong doubtful, Bai Shi, who was trained since childhood, was more reassuring.

As long as Bai Shi is safe and secure as the eldest brother of this generation, Fu Yushu will be helpless. Moreover, the remnants of Xiaoyao Valley have been destroyed by him personally, and there is no one left.

“Ah? Fu Yushu is really a spy?" Lun Wan'er said after realizing it.

Yan Chongtian curled his lips in disdain and said...

"I didn't believe it at first, but the more I look at it now, the more Fu Yushu and Fu Tianwei look alike. I don't believe they are not grandparents and grandchildren."

"But I have a trick up my sleeve. Hehe, now the four guardians of Xiaoyao Valley are dead, the others are dead or escaped, and Fu Tianwei died of old age in the forbidden area. He is just a small shrimp. I want to see what waves he can make?"

"Humph! If he can pretend for a lifetime, I will admit it. If he can't pretend, just wait to spend the rest of his life in the forbidden area."