Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his hands and sighed, seeming to have lost interest:
"I don't want to see you again."
"But, Uncle Master. Cheng Yaojin is Ding Ling's enemy, how could he be our enemy?!"
Linghu Chong knelt on the ground, unwilling to leave, let alone believe this fact.
"Ding Ling and I have become close friends because of swordsmanship. His enemy is my enemy, as you know very well."
I have been discussing Taoism with Ding Ling for some time.
Feng Qingyang was completely impressed by Ding Ling.
From the bottom of my heart, I regard Ding Ling as a friend and confidant, not an apprentice.
"Uncle Master, isn't Ding Ling your disciple?"
Linghu Chong was stunned.
"I'm not qualified to be his master."
Feng Qingyang frowned and reminded:
"Ding Ling's talent is unparalleled in the world, and few people in the world can match it. No, it should be that from ancient times to the present, it is almost impossible for anyone to be more talented than Ding Ling in swordsmanship.
He is such a wizard.
How dare I be his master? Being able to discuss Tao with him is a blessing for three lifetimes. "
Tingfeng Qingyang admired Ding Ling so much.
Linghu Chong's body was shaking violently, and his face became increasingly pale and ugly.
He didn't like Ding Ling and wanted to compete with Ding Ling several times.
But now listen to what Feng Qingyang means.
If it's really a sword fight.
Didn't Linghu Chong bring humiliation to himself?
Think of this.
Linghu Chong felt so uncomfortable and depressed that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You take care of yourself."
Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, shifted his figure, and disappeared in an instant like a gust of wind.
"Master-uncle!"
Linghu Chong called out several times, but Feng Qingyang's figure and appearance could not be seen anywhere.
He stood up in despair, staggered down the mountain, and met Fan Hui on the way.
Fan Hui glanced at Linghu Chong with disdain and contempt and passed him by.
Linghu Chong was filled with anger and instinctively called out "you", but Fan Hui's backhand slap sent him flying a foot away:
"I feel sick when I see you, get out of here!"
Fan Hui shouted:
"If it weren't for Senior Feng's sake, you would be a dead body now!"
Linghu Chong's expression changed slightly, but he also knew that Fan Hui was not lying.
He is staying here now, and indeed he is not human inside and out.
He felt bitter in his heart.
But I don’t think I was wrong either.
How heroic is the Cheng Yaojin he befriended? All dead now.
What else do you want from him? !
Not long after walking out of Siguo Cliff.
Met the junior sister. Before he could speak, the little junior sister's eyes lit up and she shouted playfully:
"Big Brother."
"Little junior sister."
Linghu Chong felt a little happy and was about to step forward when he saw Yue Buqun who was watching coldly. He couldn't help but feel as if he had been showered with cold water and turned away angrily.
"is this okay?"
Ning Zhong felt sorry for Linghu Chong:
"We raised him after all. Can't we just forgive him this time?"
"How many times have we forgiven him?"
Yue Buqun was furious:
"I have already made a decision in my heart to position him as the leader of the next generation of Huashan Sect! But how did he repay me? He just became a brother to the silver thief Tian Boguang.
It’s okay to get entangled with Yilin from the Hengshan sect, leading to all kinds of messy and stupid things.
He also hangs out with people from all kinds of evil ways in the world!
Now it has even reached the point of killing Ding Daxia's relatives and friends!
What if Ding Daxia knew about this? Not bad!
snort! He has already fallen! I tried to persuade him again and again. But he just wouldn't listen.
I have no such disciples!
He is not from my Huashan sect! "
Ning Zhong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Because Linghu Chong did too many Hutu paintings.
Act arbitrarily, without regard to the consequences, and only care about your own happiness.
But he never thought about how difficult it would be for the Huashan sect standing behind him.
"Why."
Ning Zhong sighed.
Yue Lingshan stood there, looking at Yue Buqun and his wife, and then at Linghu Chong's back. For a moment, she felt very sad and at a loss.
at this moment.
She couldn't help but think of Ding Ling. If Ding Ling were here, would this matter be solved easily?
…
…
The world of Swordsman did not stop because of Ding Ling's departure.
Instead, it became more and more choppy and treacherous.
Without the suppression of Ding Ling, the best person in the world!
And because there are more and more people ascending.
Competitions for martial arts secrets and great medicines often occur, and the world is becoming more and more chaotic.
To this.
Ding Ling didn't know.
At this moment.
He has ascended to the world of the Wither Heroes.
Xilulu!
The two sweaty horses neighed! It was so shocking that echoes came from all directions!
Ding Ling looked around.
But he was surprised to find that the place of ascension this time was different from the first time in the wild.
It actually seems to be in the main hall of a Taoist temple.
This hall is extremely broad and magnificent, and at the rear high place, the Three Pure Treasures are enshrined.
Ding Ling was holding a drum, urn, and golden hammer. He could only look at it for a few seconds while he was secretly guessing where this place was.
Da da da!
A rush of footsteps came from not far away.
And the distance is getting closer.
Ding Ling looked at the sound.
The originally closed door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open, and Taoist priests holding swords appeared outside the hall.
Their number is unknown.
But at this moment, everyone looked angry.
The leader had three long beards fluttering under his chin, a feminine face, and a pair of eyes that were slightly squinted, emitting repeated cold rays, like a poisonous snake that was ready to bite anyone at any time.
Ding Ling saw him.
Naturally, he also saw Ding Ling. He was much calmer and calmer than other Taoist priests. He just shouted:
"Set up the formation."
Swish, brush, brush!
The Taoist priests behind him jumped out with their swords in hand, and in just a moment, they set up a sword array that circulated like clouds and flowing water, but with hidden murderous intent and evil energy rising into the sky!
Ding Ling's formation skills are extraordinary. With just one glance, he can tell that this sword formation is the top formation among the medium sword formations.
Even for a person like him who has reached the full level of the Intermediate Formation, if he wants to crack it, it may not be possible immediately.
Thinking about this.
Ding Ling let out a long roar, which cracked the sky and shook the Taoist priests' ears like muffled thunder. For a moment, everyone present could not help but change their expressions.
Ding Ling took the opportunity to ask:
"I don't know who you are? How can I offend you?"
"hehe."
The leading Taoist priest sneered, pointed his sword at Ding Ling, and said seductively instead of answering:
"Your Excellency is young and has great skills. But no matter how powerful you are, you can't be compared to our Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Formation today! Don't think that because you shout loudly, I'm afraid of you. Come on!"
He gave the order.
The Taoist priests from all directions quickly ran back and forth in the formation. In an instant, they saw sword energy flowing back and forth like a sea, turning into streaks of shining sword light and shooting towards Ding Ling through the air.
Ding Ling frowned and raised the drum, urn and golden hammer in his hand, merging his energy and true energy.
