Guangyang stabilized his mind and looked up at the energetic and aggressive Song Fengchen on the training ground, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes.

Arrogant junior!

Does he think that if he defeats his disciple, he can easily defeat him?

joke!

He has practiced Taoism for more than 50 years in Guangyang, and he has crossed more bridges than Song Fengchen has traversed. Even if Song Fengchen had the talent, after all, his age was set here, could it be comparable to his decades of experience accumulation.

Since Song Fengchen rushed to send his face over, he naturally didn't have to be polite, so he could teach him what he meant by heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, Guang Yang's eyes were shining. He was pretending to be polite and polite: "It seems that Master and his elders are true to their words, and Song Nephew is so young that he has such an ability, and he expects that there will be a boundless future in the future."

Just ask which one of the people present is not a human spirit. After seeing Guangyang lead Song Fengchen to the martial arts field, they knew what Guangyang was playing.

But it doesn't matter what they are hanging up high, they happily watch the excitement. Even in the hearts of a few people, they were happy to see the result when Guangyang tried to teach Song Fengchen.

They were not hostile to Song Fengchen, but dissatisfied with the inheritance system of Changning View. Emperors and generals, who are able to live there, have always been like this. It's the same thing when it comes to the monk world.

It is also a practice, Guangyang has the ability to suppress them from turning over, and they are naturally convinced when they are angry.

But for what reason, a kid who didn't know which mountain he came from could get past them, step on Guangyang, and sit in the seat of Changning Guan Shaoguan.

Just because he recognized the master as his grandfather?

dream!

They were able to watch Guangyang indifferently and drive Cai Jinming out of Changning Temple, but now they can naturally watch Guangyang clean up Song Fengchen.

What they never expected was that Song Fengchen in front of them was not a soft persimmon, but a hard bone.

It is this hard bone that just broke out of Guangyang's three teeth.

They changed their mentality quickly. After all, someone could force Guangyang to humiliate Guangyang to the point of bullying, and it was too late for them to be happy!

So Song Fengchen killed three of Guangyang’s proud disciples Zhuyu as soon as he shot it. As long as he didn’t lose too badly in the next match against Guangyang, they asked them to recognize Song Fengchen’s status as a young master. , It's not a problem at all.

Those who say good things live there, and there is nothing wrong with them.

Yes, in their eyes, it is impossible for Song Fengchen to beat Guangyang at all, after all, Jiang is still old and hot.

Sure enough, just as they expected, Guangyang's voice changed: "As for the challenge that Song Shinephew just mentioned--"

He paused slightly, and his tone became a little bit cold for an instant: "It just so happened that I was also aroused by the battle of Song Shinephew just now. Since Song Shinephew has the heart to ask for advice, as a master, I have no reason to shirk."

Under all eyes, Song Fengchen couldn't comment. He raised his left hand and pointed to the front: "Master, please!"

Guangyang sneered, he rolled up his robe, his figure was like a swallow, and he flew directly to the opposite of Song Fengchen.

On the training ground, the atmosphere suddenly tightened.

Guangyang calmly said: "Since it is a fight, you are my nephew at any rate. Others say that I am bullying the small by the big. I will let you do three tricks first." After the three tricks, don't blame him for not forgiving others. .

In this way, somehow he can restore some of his image in the minds of the disciples.

Sure enough, listening to what he said, many people on the crowd showed a touch of approval.

Should Guangyang be too confident or underestimate him?

Song Fengchen raised his brows and sneered in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Then thank you, Master."

As soon as the voice fell, he lifted the sword, and a faint qi circulated rapidly in his body. At the next moment, Song Fengchen lifted his qi abruptly and shot away at Guangyang like lightning.

Feeling the faint fluctuations of strength attached to the long sword, the expression of disdain on Guang Yang's face became more and more obvious.

Song Fengchen is nothing more than that.

He subconsciously ignored the fact that his three apprentices had been defeated by Song Fengchen one after another.

Thinking of this, Guang Yang, who had originally planned to avoid this sword, was too lazy to dodge, standing straight in place, motionless.

At the moment when the sword tip was about to touch his chest, a strong qi rushed out of his body, and the formed shield instantly bounced Song Fengchen out.

Seeing Song Fengchen rubbing his wrists, Guang Yang sneered and said leisurely, "Come on again--"

One pick, one hack, the next two moves all ended with Song Fengchen being shot and flying.

There was an uproar outside the court, and the contrast was too great.

Song Fengchen was not in a hurry. He held his sword and clasped his fists: "Master gave me three tricks out of good intentions. Although I have my heart, I dare not follow my order. These three tricks are over. ."

Guangyang only thought that Song Fengchen was trying to calm down, so he raised his eyes and said, "Come on--"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Fengchen made another move. Guangyang looked at it intently, and the same tricks were still used. The true energy lingering on the blade was not as strong as the previous three times, and he was determined.

Only this time, he shot.

"Look at the punch!"

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, at the moment when Song Fengchen struck again, Guang Yang screamed and squeezed his right hand abruptly. Sixty percent of his whole body was gathered on it, wrapped in sharp wind breaking energy, and aimed at the long sword. The direction of the attack.

"Prickly—"

The long sword in Song Fengchen's hand was directly knocked out in the light of the calcium carbide fire.

Guangyang's eyes were even more proud, he did not stop, but let his fists blast towards Song Fengchen's chest.

There was an inhalation sound around the training ground.

Facing this blow that might take him half-life, Song Fengchen unexpectedly did not run away in embarrassment, but suddenly raised his head, smiled coldly at Guangyang, and then turned his palm into a fist, actually at Guangyang. His fist greeted him.

"I can't help myself." Guangyang shouted coldly.

But the next moment--

"boom."

As soon as the two fists hit, a dazzling golden light flashed, and the overbearing wind raged around the two of Song Fengchen.

The crowd around the audience barely stood firm, and when they fixed their eyes to look again, there was one less person on the training ground.

They blinked their eyes quite tacitly, and followed Song Fengchen's gaze.

Outside the crowd, Guangyang fell from the wall of a human-shaped pit with a plop. At the same time, he was clutching his chest, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"Ah," Song Fengchen sighed slightly, with a guilty expression rising on his face: "Master, I really can't help but I didn't expect you to even be able to handle my 60% strength..."

It was the same with 60% of his strength, Song Fengchen was unscathed, but he fell into an embarrassing end in full view.

And this was still under the premise that Song Fengchen had half-handed at the last moment.

Stealing chickens does not eclipse rice, nothing more.

His skills are not as good as others, not to mention his first cruel hand, no matter what purpose Song Fengchen let him go, he has to admit this love, so he doesn't even have the qualifications to hate Song Fengchen.

Suddenly, annoyance, regret, sorrow... all kinds of complex emotions flooded into his heart, his face was unwilling, and another blood spurted out, followed by a crooked fall.

"Master--" Xuan Zhen and the others scrambled around with red eyes.

Everyone looked at Song Fengchen, who looked calm on the training ground, and looked at Guangyang, who seemed to have fainted, surrounded by everyone, and a thought arose in their hearts.

The sky of Changning Guan is about to change.

...

"I thought you would choose to persuade people with virtue, at least not as aggressive as you are now." Old Dao turned around and took out a mahogany box from the Bogu shelf. Inside were rows of white jade bottles of various sizes, he picked it. Pick, take out one and pass it to Song Fengchen: "Yangqi Pill."

Song Fengchen slumped on the chair, his complexion a little pale, he poured out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, then took a sip of the tea that the old Dao handed him.

In the match between Guangyang and Guangyang, his injury was not lighter than Guangyang, just to build prestige in front of the audience disciples in Changning, and resisted not showing it.

"I think I'm fairly upright in my affairs, as to persuade others with morality? I didn't want him, so why should I keep my breath, let alone I don't have the idle time to pull with him."

Song Fengchen and Lao Dao tend to have a cooperative relationship, so when facing Lao Dao, he will not feel restrained. He puts down the teacup in his hand: "It's you, just watching me step on your big disciple to take the top position?"

The old Dao smiled bitterly, and the things had come to this point, and there was nothing to hide from Song Fengchen. He simply said the truth: "He is not bad temper, but his heart is too big."

"The Cai family inherited it for 800 years, and the Changning Temple has existed for 800 years. During this period, the inheritance has never been broken. In my generation, my son Jin Ming has little talent for cultivation, and naturally he has no power to suppress the outlook. Middle disciples, over time, they began to think about it."

"The most troublesome one is Guangyang. For the sake of Changning Guan's future, I also thought about whether to violate the ancestral system, and pass him the position of the guru after a hundred years... It just didn't wait for me to make up my mind. Under the humiliation of his disciples, my son Jin Ming went down the mountain in a fit of anger... He never came back after he went."

"It's impossible to say not to resent, but the palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat, alas!" Old Tao sighed, "It's okay if you can cut off his thoughts."

"So that's it." Song Fengchen sighed lightly, not commenting on it.

Guangyang was ill, it was a heart disease, until Song Fengchen paid homage to the ancestors of the Cai family, received the nameplate of Changning Guanshaoguan, and prepared to leave for Yuexi Village.

Saying goodbye to the old ways, the trustee sent a thank-you gift to the He family, and Song Fengchen officially embarked on the journey of returning south.

Just when he rushed to the door of his house, the boss of the Chen family rushed over with a newspaper. He blushed and shouted: "Uncle, the central government has rehabilitated Mr. Xu and Mr. Zhao."