Chapter 7

These four sword beams seemed like four illusions, incredibly swift and fierce, displaying the utmost in change and versatility!

The Huashan disciples were greatly shocked. The only one who could stop this person, Laoderno, put on a performance worthy of an Oscar-winning actor, opening his mouth wide as if he couldn't react in time!

Clang!

Xiaoran's expression turned serious, and his long sword was already out of its scabbard. He had seen the original version of this move in the cave. Cheng Buyou had transformed the original single sword into four, but the power was much weaker!

Although the two sword techniques were different, they shared the same origin. The method to counter the move was originally used by Lei Zhen, but knowing the principle, using a sword was just as effective!

The long sword danced, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. Xiaoran skillfully thrust the sword, seemingly clumsy but actually clever!

The four sword shadows instantly shattered. Cheng Buyou was greatly alarmed and couldn't return his sword to defend himself. He had to leap back to avoid the sword.

Cheng Buyou wouldn't normally be so weak, but when he attacked, he greatly underestimated Xiaoran.

What could a second-generation Huashan disciple do...

So his attempt to show off backfired!

The scene was silent, no one expected Xiaoran to force Cheng Buyou to retreat with just one sword.

Suddenly, a burst of applause broke out: "Little Junior Brother, your sword skills are truly remarkable!"

"What kind of sword master can't even block Junior Brother Xiao's sword..."

"Junior Brother Xiao's sword is too divine, how could he be so powerful?"

"Could he have practiced the Exorcism Sword Technique... Impossible! The Exorcism Sword Technique is characterized by extremely fast sword speed and bizarre movements, but the sword technique isn't necessarily that divine..."

"Perhaps Junior Brother Xiao had a miraculous encounter like Zhang Wuji?"

"Very possible, otherwise how could he become so strong in less than a year?"

"Even a Huashan disciple who has only been on the mountain for a year can't defeat him, yet he dares to act arrogantly on Huashan, get lost..."

At this moment, Feng Ping's face also changed, and he said in a sinister tone: "What remarkable sword skills, but this isn't Huashan's sword technique, is it!

With such sword skills, why bother to be a disciple of Yipu!"

Feng Ping was much smarter than his two junior brothers. This move both attacked and defended, planting a thorn in Xiaoran's side. He noticed that Xiaoran had no internal strength, yet his sword skills were so remarkable, which was similar to the philosophy of the Sword Sect.

The higher Xiaoran's sword skills, the more displeased Yipu was with him.

Xiaoran, however, was unperturbed. Forcing Cheng Buyou to retreat with one sword, Xiaoran felt reassured, confirming that his strength was indeed as he had previously estimated.

He twirled the long sword in his hand and said, "I am a new disciple of Huashan, originally bringing my own skills to the master.

A few days ago, I met a senior of our sect in the back mountain, who taught me advanced sword skills.

So although my sword skills are not yet perfected, I can still defeat you all without any problem!"

At this moment, an old man with dark yellow eyes sneered, "A senior of our sect?

Twenty-five years ago, Huashan claimed an epidemic, but it was actually a conflict between the Sword and Qi Sects, with most of them dying.

Although the Qi Sect won, only a few survived.

By the time Yipu took charge of Huashan, all the old generation of Huashan were already dead."

He looked at Xiaoran with a cold gaze: "So there are no senior elders of Huashan, I think you are most likely a spy of the Devil Sect..."

Pfft...

Xiaoran laughed, waving his hand: "Sorry, couldn't help it!

From your attire, you should be a senior of Hengshan. The last time Uncle Liu was surely wiped out by someone using this title, and you immediately put this label on me!

What is this? Quick to learn? Or quick to forget?

Are you from Hengshan, or Songshan? Or has Hengshan already become a subordinate of Songshan...

I've always heard about licking the master's feet, but I never thought I'd see it in real life!"

This old man was named Lu Lianrong, nicknamed the Golden-eyed Crow, known for his harsh words. He never thought he would be scolded so harshly by Xiaoran, and instantly became furious!

"Die, you brat!"

With a roar, the slender sword shot out of the scabbard. This sword was like a dream, the blade seemingly shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly, yet it was incredibly fast.

It was precisely the Hengshan Sect's "Thousand Changes Cloudy Mist Thirteen Styles"!

Initially, Mo Da used this sword technique to kill Fei Bin, leaving him no chance to fight back, demonstrating the outstanding nature of this sword technique!

However, Lu Lianrong was not as skilled as Mo Da, and Xiaoran had learned the method to counter this move. Moreover, Xiaoran's Nine Swords of Dugu had also reached a certain level.

This sword, in Xiaoran's eyes, was as clear as the lines on his palm.

The long sword struck again, like a gentle breeze dispersing the mist, circling the mountains, and the tip of the sword touched Lu Lianrong's wrist.

The entire hall fell silent again.

Lu Lianrong stared at Xiaoran in a daze. The injury on his hand was not serious, but the shadow in his heart was vast, like a hundred or eighty square kilometers. His face turned black.

He stomped his foot, threw his sword, and rushed out of the hall!

This move was incredibly fast, surprising those who thought he was just average.

Everyone looked at Xiaoran in shock. When Xiaoran forced Cheng Buyou to retreat with one sword, they thought it was a fluke. But when he injured Lu Lianrong with another sword, no one thought it was a fluke anymore!

"This... Junior Brother Xiao is too powerful..."

"Junior Brother Xiao must have had a miraculous encounter, to become so powerful in just half a year..."

"Junior Brother Xiao, you must teach me this sword technique..."

"Junior Brother Xiao, you are truly amazing. Even if I were given a supreme sword technique, I wouldn't be able to master it so quickly..."

At this moment, Feng Ping stood up, laughing sharply: "Without cultivating internal strength, to have such high sword skills, the Qi Sect actually produced such a talent. I wonder what expression Yipu would have!"

Xiaoran was just a passerby in this world, he didn't care what Yipu thought!

"Less than a year, hehe!" Feng Ping said with a skeptical look: "A senior taught you for less than a year, and your sword skills reached this level. Did we all practice our swords on dogs..."

At this, his face changed, and he pointed at Xiaoran: "Was the senior who taught you with a face like golden paper..."

Xiaoran nodded indifferently.

Cheng Buyou immediately jumped up: "It's Uncle Feng, it must be Uncle Feng!"

"It must be Uncle Feng, otherwise who in this world has such divine sword skills!"

"But why would Uncle Feng teach the Qi Sect's techniques to a junior disciple..."

"That's because our Sword Sect has no more disciples..."

Feng Ping and the others jumped and shouted. At this moment, a deep male voice echoed from a distance, as if it was right next to their ears: "Is Uncle Feng well?" The first word was still ten zhang away, but by the fifth word, the voice was at the door. It was Yipu and Ning Zhongze arriving! Yipu's move to arrive first was truly impressive, even Lu Bai, who had always been calm, showed a change in expression. He had already highly estimated Yipu, but now he realized he had underestimated him. Just this display of internal strength and lightness was not much worse than his master brother. Yipu and Ning Zhongze entered the hall, and Xiaoran noticed that Yipu seemed different from before, with a more composed and spirited demeanor. A sense of everything being under control, and the spirit of a newly successful person. Seeing Feng Ping and the others, a cold look appeared in Yipu's eyes, and he said, "It's Brother Feng, Brother Cheng, and Cousin Cong! It's been over twenty years, how are you all?"

Twenty-five years ago, the Sword Sect disciples either committed suicide or voluntarily left Huashan, so Yipu did not address them as senior brothers! Yipu walked to the main seat and sat down with Ning Zhongze, and said to Laoderno, "Derno, how can you be so impolite when a senior visits? Quickly serve tea!" Then he bowed to Lu Bai, "I wonder why Master Lu and Brothers Feng, Cheng, and Cong are holding the Five Mountains Order Flag and visiting Huashan!"

At this moment, the hot-tempered Cheng Buyou spoke up: "This is a matter we asked the leader of the alliance, Zuo, to decide. Since you, Yipu, have taken charge of Huashan, you have taught the disciples to cultivate qi but not sword skills, causing our Huashan's reputation to be lost. You are no longer fit to be the master of Huashan, and should step down and let a more capable person take over!"

This statement caused a stir in the hall, and the Huashan disciples were indignant, realizing that the Songshan Sect was here to challenge their master!

Next, Feng Ping and the others began to argue with Yipu and his wife about the conflict between the Sword and Qi Sects, a long and tedious debate. Yipu was eloquent, and even with Feng Ping and the others plus a Songshan person, they couldn't argue with him. Finally, Cheng Buyou, in a fit of anger, drew his sword and said, "If being in the martial world depended on just a mouth, you, Yipu, could be the leader of the martial world! But in the martial world, one must speak with swords. You talk a lot, but don't want to step down, right? Fine, if you can defeat the swords of the three of us, we will leave Huashan and never return!"

Cheng Buyou seemed very confident, as if he had some support.

At this moment, Linghuchong, Lu Dayou, and the Six Immortals of Taigu entered the hall. He bowed to Yipu and Ning Zhongze and said, "Master, the Sword Sect's practice methods have gone astray. They are not comparable to our sect's orthodox martial arts. Let me fight him first. If I am not proficient enough, then please let Master and Mother take over!"

Without waiting for Yipu to speak, he drew his sword.