Name: Cong Yang

Constitution: 30

Strength: 30

Dexterity: 45

Spirit: 20

Title: None

Lineage: None

Credits: 500

Skills: Northern Shengong (Dacheng) Wushuang Swordsmanship Eighteen Styles (Dacheng) Ghost Footwork (Dacheng) Slashing Shadow Swordsmanship (Xiaocheng) Ice and Fire Palm (Dacheng) Huashan Swordsmanship (Zhongcheng) Songshan Swordsmanship (Zhongcheng) Taishan Swordsmanship (Zhongcheng) Hengshan Swordsmanship (Zhongcheng) Hengshan Swordsmanship (Zhongcheng)

Item: Blood Dragon Sword

Faction: Sword Shadow Faction

Contract:

Name: Wang Mei

Skills: Peerless Sword Eighteen Styles (Zhongcheng) Ghost Footwork (Zhongcheng) Charm (Zhongcheng)

Name: Xiong San

Skill: Peerless Sword Eighteen Styles (Zhongcheng) Ghost Footwork (Zhongcheng)

After Yang Cong heard this series of prompts, the heartache just now felt much better, and in general, there were five more swordsmanship in the middle of the sect, which was not a loss. But when I think about my points, I only have 500 points left, so I can save some money in the future.

Yang Cong left the space after learning these martial arts engraved on the wall, now that space has no value, Yang Cong used his huge internal force to repair the wall that was cut down by Yang Cong, this hole is very useful, otherwise there will be no play in the future.

Now what Yang Cong has to do is to call Feng Qingyang out. (In fact, it is written in other novels, it is not right to see an old man when you come to Siguo Cliff, originally Feng Qingyang did not live in Siguo Cliff, but lived in another place, but that place is the same as Siguo Cliff, all there is nothing to come to Siguo Cliff and see Feng Qingyang.) ）

Yang Cong came to the pavilion outside the cave and shouted: "Junior Yang Cong, come and meet the senior Feng." "Yang Cong just wanted to call Feng Qingyang out directly.

Then he shouted: "The junior is very confident in his swordsmanship, and wants to ask the senior Feng for advice." ”

"Haha, boy, you can't talk nonsense!" An old, but alive voice came from the cave.

A white figure came out of the cave, touching its long beard as it went.

Yang Cong fixed his eyes and saw that Feng Qingyang in front of him was wearing white clothes, unlike what he looked like ten years later in the TV series, not all of his hair was white, most of it was still black now, and only a few of his hair was white. He has a long goatee under his chin.

Yang Cong arched his hand and said: "Junior Yang Cong, I have come to ask Senior Feng for swordsmanship." "This Feng Qingyang is now the peak of the day after tomorrow, according to the original book, this Feng Qingyang will probably be the peak of the day after tomorrow ten years later, which shows that this Feng Qingyang has not broken through the acquired and entered the congenital for ten years, which shows the difficulty of advancing the congenital.

The reason why Yang Cong was able to advance to the innate so quickly was because Yang Cong's master Ji Huang passed on all his life's skills to Yang Cong, and Yang Cong learned the Northern Shengong and maximized this internal force for his own use.

"Oh? Swordsmanship? It's been a long time since anyone has talked to me like this. Feng Qingyang touched his goatee and said with a smile. Obviously, Yang Cong can compete with himself in swordsmanship at such a young age, and there is a tone of victory in his words, he doesn't believe it, but Yang Cong is talking big.

Yang Cong took out the Blood Dragon Sword and said, "The juniors want to make a bet with the seniors"

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the Blood Dragon Sword in Yang Cong's hand, he could obviously feel the extraordinaryness of the sword in Yang Cong's hand, it was absolutely extraordinary. "Oh? Bet? What a gamble. ”

"In this way, if the junior loses, I will give this Blood Dragon Sword in my hand to you, Senior Feng." Yang Cong lifted the Blood Dragon Sword in his hand and handed it to Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang picked up the Blood Dragon Sword and examined it carefully, and kept admiring in his mouth: "Good sword, blood dragon sword, good name, the blood lines on the sword body of this sword are like several blood dragons entwining the whole sword, and the whole sword reveals an evil aura, if it is used by people on the right path, then this sword is the holy sword that saves people from fire and water, but if it is used by people of evil ways, then this sword is a magic sword that kills people." This sword is both good and evil, a good sword. "After watching it, I still have to return it to his master, although Feng Qingyang likes it very much, but he can't do that thing that robs people's treasures.

At this time, Yang Cong had to admire Feng Qingyang's vicious eyes, even Yang Cong only knew a little bit about the sword, so he was seen by Feng Qingyang. took back the Blood Dragon Sword and continued: "But if the junior wins, then the junior will want the Dugu Nine Sword on the senior." I also want my seniors to promise to help in the next favor. ”

Feng Qingyang, who was still speaking kindly just now, heard Dugu Jiujian's eyes, and an invisible aura rose from near Feng Qingyang and pressed towards Yang Cong.

But Feng Qingyang obviously underestimated Yang Cong, his own coercion was actually dissolved less than 3 inches away from rushing towards Yang Cong, and Yang Cong looked light, obviously without any pressure on this coercion. Feng Qingyang came to a conclusion, Yang Cong is a master, and he is almost the same as himself, because he himself is the peak of the day after tomorrow, in this world of smiling and proud rivers and lakes, he is already one of the best, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first (Yang Cong's master burped, all of them don't count.) But it was this so-called No. 1 coercion that actually defused a junior in his twenties.

Yang Cong naturally also felt the powerful coercion of Feng Qingyang's rush towards him, but Yang Cong was also a congenital master, and his internal force could no longer be explained by being strong, and Yang Cong used his internal force to resolve Feng Qingyang's coercion. This is as simple as eating for Yang Cong, it is not impossible for this world to threaten Yang Cong, but it is definitely not the wind in front of him. What can threaten Yang Cong is either half a foot in the ghost gate, or an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. Let's just say that Dugu seeks defeat, the peak of Dugu's defeat has stepped into the congenital, and at present, only Dugu can defeat Yang Cong, but Dugu is dead, all can defeat Yang Cong, for now, no one.

"According to the seniors, the bet between the two of us is whether to gamble or not." Yang Cong still spoke to Feng Qingyang as a junior.

This made Feng Qingyang very happy in his heart, because Feng Qingyang felt that this Yang Cong did not have the frame of those peerless masters, and he had always regarded himself as a junior, and Feng Qingyang liked to deal with this kind of person very much. "Since you have said so, boy, then let the old man see how your peerless genius swordsmanship is."

"The peerless genius is so big that he doesn't dare to be it, and the juniors just cultivate to the extent in front of him by mistake." Yang Cong said. Just kidding, if you are not a peerless genius, then there will be no genius in this world, it's just that it's not easy to say it directly.

"Haha, if you have enough strength but don't be proud, you kid will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future." Feng Qingyang exclaimed.

(There are six changes today, and now the first one.) I hope that friends who like it will join my readership, welcome to join the space-time plane crossing readership, group number: 537211363)