Lu Qingyun did not choose to rescue Zhou Zhiruo first, but took Yang Yaoqin to the Kunlun Sect.
Looking up at the magnificent palace on the top of the mountain, he admired He Zhidao who founded the Kunlun Sect, even if they were enemies.
Stepping onto the stone steps and feeling the fresh mountain breeze blowing across his face, Lu Qingyun felt very calm.
Looking at Yang Yaoqin who looked serious next to her, he couldn't help but hold her hand and comforted her: "It's okay, don't be nervous."
"kindness."
Yang Yaoqin had a smile on her face and nodded gently.
"Comers, stop here, this is the important place of our Kunlun Sect."
Halfway up the mountain, three Kunlun disciples held long swords and blocked the way up the mountain.
"Wudang Lu Qingyun asks to see Senior He!"
A faint smile appeared on Lu Qingyun's face, he raised his head and used his inner strength to speak word by word towards the main hall at the top of the mountain.
"Come up!"
Three words floated from the top of the mountain.
Lu Qingyun smiled, took Yang Yaoqin's hand and strode towards the top of the mountain.
In the square in front of the main hall, He Zudao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the men and women walking up the mountain road, with doubts on his face.
I don’t understand Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Guo’s intention in sending these two people to Kunlun.
"Lu Qingyun, aren't you afraid of death when you come to the Kunlun Sect?"
A smile appeared on Lu Qingyun's face, he cupped his fists and saluted, "Senior, who are you? You will not embarrass us."
He Zudao raised his eyebrows, "That's not certain. Have you forgotten what I said when I left Wudang?"
"Of course Qingyun remembers it. But this time I am here on behalf of my father-in-law Yang Guo and Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng to make an appointment with the seniors."
"Why, Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng's injuries are healed?"
He Zudao frowned slightly. How long had passed and his own injuries had not yet recovered. They would never recover so quickly!
Lu Qingyun smiled and said: "I don't know about this Qingyun."
He Zudao didn't waste any time and asked for the first time: "Time? Place?"
"On the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, we will have a showdown at the top of Huashan Mountain!"
"Hahaha, Zhang Sanfeng is very good at calculating! He is afraid that I will recover early and cause trouble for them, so I set this time."
He Zudao showed a sarcastic look, "Even if we give him enough time to heal, what will happen?!"
"Then senior, you agree?!" Lu Qingyun asked tentatively.
"Boy, you don't need to tempt me anymore. I agree. On the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, I will kill Zhang Sanfeng!"
He Zudao said proudly.
"Since senior agreed, Qingyun will say goodbye." Lu Qingyun picked up Yang Yaoqin and walked out.
"Hmph! Did I let you go?" He Zudao snorted coldly.
Lu Qingyun stopped, turned around and asked, "What does that mean, senior?"
"Take my move and let you leave safely, otherwise..."
He Zudao glanced at Lu Qingyun meaningfully.
Lu Qingyun frowned, He Zudao must be trying to avenge the last sneak attack.
"Senior, how could I have taken one of your moves? Otherwise, for the sake of Patriarch Guo of the Emei Sect, you would have let the couple go."
He Zudao was stunned and immediately remembered that Lu Qingyun had been the head of the Emei Sect and indeed had a connection with Xiang'er.
He secretly scolded Zhang Sanfeng for being shameless, because he was certain that he would care about his relationship with Guo Xiang.
But what he said would never change. Lu Qingyun had to take his move before he could leave.
He Zu said: "Take action, otherwise you will have no chance."
"Senior, please show mercy!"
At this point, Lu Qingyun had no other choice. He drew a circle with his left hand, brought his right hand back to his chest, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that he was best at, "The Dragon Has Regret"!
He Zudao felt the power emanating from Lu Qingyun, and his eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.
After not seeing each other for a few months, his cultivation has improved by another level. How is this possible?
It's not as simple as advancing from the ninth level to the eighth level of the warrior realm.
He knew very well how difficult it was for a great master of the human realm to advance to the earth realm.
Unless Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Guo take action to help him improve his cultivation.
He Zudao didn't understand their intention of doing this.
Then a dragon roar sounded.
Lu Qingyun beat Kang Long Youhui out with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
He Zudao could resist Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng on his own, so he was naturally not afraid of Lu Qingyun's palm force.
He stretched out his right hand and grasped it with his five fingers. Incomparably powerful Gang Qi appeared in his hand. He said with a smile: "Boy, if you can't understand the interplay of yin and yang, you will still be incompetent!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Gang Qi in He Zudao's hand flew out and hit the dragon's head.
There was a distortion between heaven and earth.
Lu Qingyun felt a tightness in his chest and was blown away. He turned a few somersaults in the air and landed smoothly.
"Qingyun, are you okay?" Yang Yaoqin came to Lu Qingyun's side and asked with concern.
"It's okay Qin'er." Lu Qingyun smiled and comforted him, then saluted He Zudao: "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy."
"Boy, Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng can't teach you anymore, why not become my disciple?"
He Zudao developed a love for talents and wanted to pass on the mantle to Lu Qingyun.
Lu Qingyun shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, senior. Qingyun is a disciple of Wudang and will not switch to another sect."
He Zudao looked at Yang Yaoqin, "You are Yang Guo's daughter, and your cultivation is not bad. I heard that your Dugu Nine Swords are very powerful, and I would like to learn from you."
"Senior, didn't you promise to let us go down the mountain as soon as you take a move? But now you have changed your mind?" Lu Qingyun hurriedly interjected and asked.
"I just changed my mind, what can you do?!" He Zudao smiled.
"Qingyun, since senior wants to see the Dugu Nine Swords, then Qin'er will demonstrate it again."
A smile appeared on Yang Yaoqin's face.
Shojue told her that He Zudao meant no harm.
Following He Zudao, we came to a spacious martial arts field. In the Western Zhou Dynasty, there were towering mountain peaks. The sun shone through the clouds on the playground, reflecting a golden light.
He Zudao walked to the center of the martial arts arena. Behind him stood a group of disciples of the Kunlun Sect.
He Zudao raised his hand and motioned for Yang Yaoqin to stand opposite him.
Yang Yaoqin smiled and nodded, walked to the center of the field, drew out the crape myrtle soft sword from her waist, and touched the ground with the tip of the sword.
He Zudao spoke slowly: "In today's world, the person with the highest swordsmanship is Huashan Feng Qingyang. He also masters the Dugu Nine Swords. I don't know how many levels of knowledge you have, little girl."
"This little girl has stupid qualifications and only has a superficial understanding. How dare she be compared with Senior Feng!"
He Zudao smiled and nodded: "Central Plains people are too humble, so let me test it."
The battle began, the sword moves of the two people intertwined, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. Yang Yaoqin devoted herself wholeheartedly to the battle, and her swordsmanship was like a gust of wind and rain, fast and sharp.
He Zudao is as stable as Mount Tai, and every move is accurate and merciless.
As time passed by, Yang Yaoqin felt that her strength was gradually exhausted, but she was not ready to give up. Take a deep breath, concentrate, and use the 'Tide Power' to deliver the final blow.
The sword light instantly became dazzling, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.
