Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng looked at each other with some inexplicable amusement in their hearts.
In order to save the Ming Cult, Lu Qingyun was forced to become the leader. According to what the old monk said, he was forced to take the throne again. This is really a big joke.
But in fact, in the battle between the Mingjiao and the Beggar Clan, the Mingjiao family in the south is the dominant one, and no force can compete with it.
Coupled with several Mingjiao armies in the north, it is really possible to dominate the world.
The daughter became the queen, and he became the head of the country. Obediently, Yang Guo was known as Bei Kuang. No matter how crazy he was, he never thought he would become the head of the country.
He Zudao looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Guodao's glances and felt very unhappy in his heart. How could the two defeated generals be so proud of themselves!
"It's rare for us old guys to get together. We have nothing to do. Let's compare."
He Zudao looked at Feng Qingyang.
He has the title of the Three Saints of Kunlun. He can play both piano and chess, but when he encounters the current swordsman, he has to use one or two moves.
"I haven't touched a sword for many years, and I don't want to touch it again."
Feng Qingyang hid in Huashan without seeing outsiders, and he also had the idea of escape from the world without using the sword, and he would not compete with He Zudao for the reputation of the sword god.
"That's not up to you!"
He Zudao grabbed it with five fingers, and the dead branch embedded in the boulder flew into his hand again, and his figure flashed in front of Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang showed a helpless smile, and had no choice but to stretch out his sword and strike. The branch on the ground flew into his hand, stabbing at the flaw exposed in the Thunder Sword Technique.
He Zudao immediately changed his moves and blocked the opening with the dead branches in his hands.
Feng Qingyang glanced at the flaw that appeared, a smile appeared on his face, he retracted the branch and took two steps back.
"Dugu Nine Swords is well-deserved!"
In a battle between masters, you can tell the difference with just one move. Feng Qingyang's sword moves come last and he will save the target.
He Zudao knew that he could not gain the upper hand with his sword skills, so the dead branches were embedded into the original position of the boulder again.
Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "That's ridiculous. If we just talk about swordsmanship, Feng may be able to compete with you, but if it's a fight with his life, he will definitely not be your opponent."
The sweeping monk sighed and said, "The donor still can't let go of his obsession."
"So what? If I don't win or lose with you masters from the Central Plains in this life, how can I understand my thoughts? Come on, come on, come on, how can I understand the great monk's tricks!"
He Zudao's five fingers turned into tiger claws. When he grabbed it, Gang Qi surrounded him, and a small colorful sword condensed in the heart of the claws.
As the Gang Qi gets stronger and stronger, the blade of the colorful sword shines with a dazzling luster.
"This guy's skills have improved again!" Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed.
Yang Guo smiled and said: "This is good, it can test the depth of Shaolin monks."
"Great monk, I'm here!" He Zudao said lightly, with his fingers spread out, the colorful sword flashed away.
A wall of air instantly appeared in front of the sweeping monk, blocking the attack from the colorful sword.
"Break it!" He Zudao shouted.
"when!"
The air wall began to vibrate, showing signs of being shattered by the colorful sword.
The sweeping monk made a finger gesture with his hands, and a 'swastika' character condensed with Gang Qi penetrated into the Qi wall. The originally unstable Qi wall instantly solidified and stabilized.
"How about the donor quits?"
"I won't stop until we compare!"
He Zudao increased the output of his internal energy, and the colorful sword burst out with dazzling light.
The sweeping monk's face was calm, his eyes were half-closed, and he chanted the six-character mantra: "Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum."
The six swastikas hit the colorful sword continuously.
"Broken!" He Zudao yelled!
The colorful sword that burst out with dazzling light withstood the attacks of five swastikas and then struck the last swastika with a loud bang.
He Zudao took a step back.
The sweeping monk took half a step back.
The winner was obvious, and the sweeping monk was still one step ahead of He Zudao.
At the same time, at the foot of Huashan Mountain.
Lu Qingyun felt the vibration between heaven and earth, and hurriedly said to Yang Yaoqin: "Qin'er, take care of Wanqing, I'll take the first step!"
After saying that, his body flashed and he galloped towards the top of Mount Huashan.
When I arrived at the top of Huashan Mountain, I saw that my father-in-law and Zhang Sanfeng were safe and sound, and I was relieved.
Looking westward, Shaolin sweeping monk, He Zudao, and an unknown old man with a white beard smiled at him.
Although Lu Qingyun had not met Feng Qingyang in person, he had talked with him before leaving Huashan, and he couldn't help but ask: "Are you the senior Feng Qingyang of Huashan?"
"Haha, it's Feng." Feng Qingyang smiled even more.
Lu Qingyun cupped his fists and saluted, "Young man Lu Qingyun has met Senior Feng."
"You brat, you're late, and you didn't see a duel between peerless masters." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.
"Oh, that's a pity." Lu Qingyun showed a smile on his face, "Master, father-in-law, have you ever competed with Senior He?"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said: "There is no difference between the old Taoist and him."
"Zhang Sanfeng, are you shameless? If I hadn't been merciful, would you two still be alive?!" He Zudao said contemptuously.
"You can't say it like that. You agree without having to test your internal strength, but you won't admit it even if it's a tie?"
Zhang Sanfeng said disapprovingly.
He Zudao ducked in front of Lu Qingyun, looked up and down with blazing eyes, then turned to look at the sweeping monk, "You said this kid has gained imperial power, why didn't I see it?"
"The time has not come yet." The sweeping monk said calmly.
The conversation between He Zudao and the sweeping monk left Lu Qingyun confused and asked with some confusion: "Master, what are you talking about?"
The sweeping monk performed a Buddhist salute and said, "Amitabha, Mr. Qingyun, I have a request for you. Sir, can you grant it?"
"Master, I will not go to the Shaolin School to listen to your lectures!"
Lu Qingyun thought of the last time he went to the Shaolin Sect to steal the 'Purple Cloud Flower', and quickly waved his hand to refuse.
"Master Qingyun has misunderstood. This is not what I want." A smile appeared on the sweeping monk's face.
"Master, please tell me, if Qingyun can do it, he will do his best."
"The Shaolin sect has a lot of grievances with the young master. I hope the young master will ignore the past grudges. I hope that I can be kind to the Shaolin sect disciples in the future."
The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly towards Lu Qing.
Lu Qingyun hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it. He couldn't bear the sweeping monk's salute.
But no matter how much he tried to dodge, he still didn't escape and received the sweeping monk's bow completely.
Lu Qingyun made a bitter face, "Master, aren't you trying to destroy Qingyun by doing this?"
The sweeping monk's solemn salute surprised everyone present.
He Zudao was secretly shocked. Could it be that the sweeping monk had realized the secret of heaven and could do such a thing? !
This forced him to be cautious, and his eyes towards Lu Qingyun also changed.
"Okay, I agree to the master. But I also hope that the master can restrain the Shaolin disciples."
Lu Qingyun's expression became serious.
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Half a year later, Lu Qingyun became the leader of the martial arts alliance.
A year later, the Mingjiao army swept across the Central Plains in a sweeping manner, and all the remnants of the Mongol court were wiped out.
Lu Qingyun held a celebration banquet at the Mingjiao General Altar, inviting meritorious officials of the Mingjiao and major sects in the world.
During this night's celebration, Lu Qingyun was extremely drunk.
When he woke up and looked at the dark crowd of people kneeling under the hall, he asked strangely: "Brothers, what are you doing?"
Xu Da was now the commander-in-chief of the three armies. He knelt at the front, raised his head and said loudly: "Your Majesty Xu Da, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
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