Name: Yang Cong

Physical constitution: 30

Power: 30

Agility: 45

Spirit: 20

Title: None

Bloodline: None

Points: 500

Skills: Beiming Divine Art (Dacheng) Unparalleled Sword Technique Eighteen Styles (Dacheng) Ghost Step (Dacheng) Shadow Sword Technique (Xiaocheng) Ice Fire Palm (Dacheng) Huashan Sword Technique (Zhongcheng) Songshan Sword Technique (Zhongcheng) Taishan Sword Technique (Zhongcheng) Hengshan Sword Technique (Zhongcheng) Hengshan Sword Technique (Zhongcheng) Hengshan Sword Technique (Zhongcheng)

Item: Blood Dragon Sword

Force: Sword Shadow Sect

Contracted items:

Name: Wang Mei

Skill: Incomparable Sword Technique Eighteen Styles (Middle Completion) Ghost Step (Middle Completion) Skill (Middle Completion)

Name: Xiong San

Skill: The Eighteen Styles of the Unparalleled Sword Technique (Medium Complete) Ghost Step (Medium Complete)

After hearing this series of tips, Yang Cong felt much better when he felt heartbroken just now. In general, it was not a loss to have more swordsmanship that had been achieved in the five sects. But when he thought that his points were only 500, he had to save some use in the future.

After Yang Cong learned these martial arts engraved on the wall, he left the space. Now that space has no value anymore. Yang Cong used his huge internal force to repair the wall that was cut down by Yang Cong. This hole is of great use, otherwise there will be no more fun in the future.

What Yang Cong has to do now is to call Feng Qingyang out. (In fact, it is written in other novels that when you come to Siguo Cliff, you will see an old man. Originally, Feng Qingyang did not live on Siguo Cliff, but lived in another place. It’s just that that place is the same as Siguo Cliff. Everything does not exist and you will see Feng Qingyang when you come to Siguo Cliff.)

Yang Cong came to the pavilion outside the cave and shouted: "Junior Yang Cong, come and see Senior Feng." Yang Cong was going to shout Feng Qingyang directly.

Then he shouted: "I am very confident in my swordsmanship and want to ask Senior Feng for advice."

"Haha, boy, you can't talk nonsense!" An old but vibrant voice came out of the cave.

A white figure walked out of the cave, touching the long beard while walking.

Yang Cong looked closely and saw Feng Qingyang in front of him wearing white clothes. Unlike the way he looked ten years later in the TV series, not all his hair was white. Most of his hair was still black now, and only a few had white hair. There was a long goatee beard under his chin.

Yang Cong bowed and said, "My younger generation, Yang Cong, come and ask Senior Feng for swordsmanship." Feng Qingyang is now the peak of acquired nature. According to the original work, Feng Qingyang is probably the peak of acquired nature in ten years, which shows that Feng Qingyang has not broken through the acquired nature and entered the innate world for ten years, which shows the difficulty of advancing the innate world.

The reason why Yang Cong was able to advance to the innate so quickly was because Yang Cong’s master Ji Huang passed all his life skills to Yang Cong. Yang Cong learned the Beiming Divine Art and maximized this internal force for himself. Only then did he go through the luck of the dog shit to advance to the innate.

"Oh? Sword Technique? It's been a long time since no one has spoken to me like this." Feng Qingyang touched his goatee and Xun and said. Obviously, he didn't believe it when Yang Cong was so young that he could compete with him in swordsmanship, and he had a tone of victory in his words. He just thought that Yang Cong was talking big.

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

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the Blood Dragon Sword in Yang Cong's hand. He could clearly feel the extraordinaryness of the sword in Yang Cong's hand, which was absolutely extraordinary. "Oh? Bet? How to bet."

"In this way, if I lose, I will give the blood dragon sword in my hand to you Senior Feng." Yang Cong picked up the blood dragon sword in his hand and handed it to Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang picked up the Blood Dragon Sword and looked carefully, and kept exclaiming: "Good sword, Blood Dragon Sword, good name. The blood patterns on the sword's sword are like several blood dragons wrapping around the whole sword. The whole sword reveals an evil aura. If used by the righteous person, then this sword is the holy sword that saves people from water and fire. However, if used by the evil person, then this sword is the demon sword that kills people. This sword is both righteous and evil, a good sword." After watching, you still have to return it to his master. Although Feng Qingyang likes it very much, he cannot do the thing to seize people's treasures.

Now Yang Cong had to admire Feng Qingyang's vicious eyes. Even Yang Cong knew only a little bit of the sword, and Feng Qingyang saw it. He took back the Blood Dragon Sword and continued, "But if the younger generation wins, then the younger generation will have the Dugu Nine Swords on the seniors. He also has to promise to do the next favor."

Feng Qingyang, who was just speaking kindly, heard the Dugu Jiujian, his eyes pointed, and an invisible aura rose from near Feng Qingyang and pressed towards Yang Cong.

But Feng Qingyang obviously underestimated Yang Cong. His pressure was actually dissolved when he rushed towards Yang Cong less than 3 inches. Moreover, Yang Cong looked calm and calm, obviously without any pressure on this pressure. Feng Qingyang came to a conclusion that Yang Cong is a master, and he is almost the same as himself, because he is the peak of acquired life. In this world of smiling and proud storm, it is no exaggeration to say that first (Yang Cong’s master is absurd, nothing counts.), but this so-called first pressure actually resolves a junior in his twenties.

Yang Cong naturally felt the powerful pressure of Feng Qingyang rushing towards him, but Yang Cong was a congenital master at least, and his internal strength could no longer be explained by strength. Yang Cong used his internal strength to resolve Feng Qingyang's pressure. This was as simple as eating for Yang Cong. It was not just that the world could threaten Yang Cong, but it was definitely not the Feng Qingyang in front of him. Those who could threaten Yang Cong were either half of their feet stepped into the gate of hell or the old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. Just say, Dugu Qiubai, Dugu Qiubai had already entered the innate state at the peak of Dugu Qiubai. At present, only Dugu Qiubai could defeat Yang Cong, but Dugu Qiubai was dead. Everyone could defeat Yang Cong. As for now, no one could defeat Yang Cong.

"According to what I saw with my senior, is it a bet between us or not?" Yang Cong still spoke to Feng Qingyang as his junior.

This made Feng Qingyang very happy, because Feng Qingyang felt that Yang Cong did not have the airs of those peerless masters, and he always regarded himself as a junior. Feng Qingyang liked to deal with such people very much. "Since you said this, kid, let me see how your peerless genius swordsmanship is like."

"I dare not be a peerless genius. I just practiced to the point where I was in front of me by accident." Yang Cong said. Just kidding, if I am not a peerless genius, then there will be no genius in this world. It's just that I can't just say it because I'm not a peerless genius.

"Haha, if you have enough strength but are not proud, you will definitely accomplish great things in the future." Feng Qingyang exclaimed.
Chapter completed!