Seeing that both sides seemed to be trying to do something, everyone in the store hurriedly avoided it and hugged their heads in a trembling manner. The owner of the store looked like a dirt and pleaded with courage: "Two young men, the store is small and the profit is small, but it cannot withstand any trouble! I beg you, don't fight here and cause trouble. Everyone has something to say, be kind and make money! If a sword hurts a person's life, how can the store do business?"

"Stop!" the man interrupted impatiently: "How much money is your broken store worth? The expenses at my family are enough to buy dozens of such stores! If the old man wants to teach people a lesson, do you still need to choose a place when you look at the time? If you talk too much, I will clean up with you!"

The boss was so scared that his legs were trembling, and he lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.

Hu Qingpeng looked down on the other party's rudeness and arrogance, and sneered: "You are bullying the weak and bullying the people. You are indeed so majestic and majestic! I wonder who your master is? He has such a vulgar and unreasonable disciple, and Yelang's arrogant disciple, who has not been pissed to death. It's really rare!" He didn't give any sarcasm to the other party at all.

The man has always regarded himself as a superior person. He did not expect that he would be so humiliated in this remote countryside. His face turned into a pig's liver. He shouted angrily and drew his sword and rushed straight towards him. Hu Qingpeng did not want to implicate the innocent people, so he leaped out of the window and ran out of the town. The man thought he was timid and afraid of fighting, and shouted, "Stop, don't escape!" The sword dance chased. The girl shouted, "Wait for me!" and jumped to chase him.

Hu Qingpeng ran and listened attentively to the breathing and footsteps of the pursuers behind him. After a brief calculation, he could roughly understand the depth of the opponent's skills. He smiled slightly, and in a blink of an eye, he had arrived in a forest, and there was no one around. He stopped and turned around and faced his opponent with a tall face. At this time, he no longer needed to hide his momentum. His skills were improved, his eyes were like lightning, and the sword energy like storm waves spread out, and the leaves were falling one after another.

The man chased him relentlessly, and suddenly saw Hu Qingpeng standing firmly. He was overjoyed and was about to fly a sword to hurt the enemy. Suddenly, a mountain of pressure hit his chest. He couldn't help but cross the sword to his chest, trying hard to gain a foothold, and looked shocked and suspicious. The girl chased him back and forth, laughing before saying a word: "Senior Brother, why haven't you done it yet?" He looked like he was afraid that the world would be in chaos.

The man originally wanted to ask about the other party's identity and origin, but was aroused by his junior sister and laughed wildly: "Little Junior sister, I want to wait for you to teach him a lesson! If you miss a wonderful show, wouldn't you blame me?" The conversation changed and he said sternly: "Homemaker, it's still time for you to kowtow and beg for mercy now, otherwise you will die miserably!"

Hu Qingpeng raised his eyebrows, and his anger rushed straight to the top. He hated the rich disciples who bullied others the most, not to mention the arrogant and hateful person in front of him. He had just heard that his opponent's internal strength was refuted and impure, and his lower plate was empty. Although his eyes were blurred by the opponent's sword, he was not afraid at all. He pulled out the long sword behind his back, pointed to the tip of the sword, and said coldly: "You are a guest from afar, I'll let you take the move first!"

The man shouted angrily: "Fuck, who wants you to let me?" The sword trembled slightly, drew half an arc in front of him, and suddenly stabbed Hu Qingpeng in the chest.

Hu Qingpeng was very familiar with this sword technique and shouted: "Hey, 'Xianke's Book'!" He flirted with the sword, and opened the enemy's sword in a row, and took three steps back in a row, shouting: "Slow down! Who are you? Why did you use Hengshan Sword Technique?" The other party actually used the authentic Hengshan Sword Technique, which was beyond his expectations. He stayed in the sect for six years and had never heard of his uncles and uncles having other disciples at the foot of the mountain. Could it be that they were Mo Tianfeng's disciples? But with Mo Tianfeng's personality, even if he wanted to accept disciples, he would not choose such a person.

The man was stunned for a moment and said suspiciously: "Can you also belong to the Hengshan School?"

Hu Qingpeng nodded and said, "I am Hu Qingpeng, an eighth-generation disciple of Hengshan Sect. My master ranks third among the seven swords of Hengshan. What are you here?"

The man looked at the girl, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. The man looked up and down at Hu Qingpeng and frowned and said, "The Hengshan Sect is one of the seven sword sects in the world. It is famous. How can the disciples in the sect wear so badly? Are they so embarrassed that they can't afford to even have a decent piece of clothing? My name is Cao Yuangang, and my uncle is Cao Tai, the founding father of Xuanning! My junior sister is..." The girl rushed to say, "My father is Tang Shengzong of Yan'an! My name is Tang Lingling, "Linglong" is not the "clever" spirit!"

Hu Qingpeng was even more surprised. These two men were descendants of the powerful and powerful in the dynasty. They could really be said to be a daughter. If they want to get the wind and rain, how could they have something to do with the people in the world? Where did they learn Hengshan sword technique? Just look at their habit of calling their elders directly, they probably wouldn't respect their masters too much. He calmed down and said, "My family is poor, so I don't pay much attention to my clothes. It's not because my sect is too poor! The two of them traveled thousands of miles to Hengshan, and I don't know what happened?"

Cao Yuangang said: "We went back to Hengshan with our master to return to our ancestors and came to visit the scenery of Nanyue. My master is Song Tiande, and he is one of the top ten famous swords in the capital. He is known as the "Yuan Sheng Sword". Have you heard of it?"

Hu Qingpeng shook his head honestly and said, "Yuan Sword? I haven't heard of it."

Cao Yuangang suddenly felt a dull face and said angrily: "Hmph, the frog in the well, ignorant!" Tang Lingling was also bored and pouted and said: "Second Brother Third, let's go back! Maybe the eldest brother is already looking for us everywhere!"

Hu Qingpeng hurriedly said, "Is Senior Song the one you mentioned just now a seventh generation disciple of Hengshan? Does he know my master?"

A strange look flashed across Cao Yuangang's face, and he laughed: "My master is a Hengshan disciple who is just a replacement. His seniority may be higher than the current Hengshan leader! Hu Qingpeng, it is rare to have a chance to meet, let's talk?" Before he finished speaking, the sword trembled his wrist and stabbed it. The sword wind was cold, as if he was fighting for life and death. He was originally dissatisfied with Hu Qingpeng. After knowing that he was a Hengshan disciple, he aroused his competitive spirit and had tried his best when he took action.

Hu Qingpeng had extraordinary spiritual consciousness. Before the other party moved his sword, he had a premonition, so he was not panicked when he responded. He saw the flaws in the opponent's moves, and bounced the sword and entered his chest like lightning. The tip of the sword was aimed at Cao Yuangang's heart, and then came first. Cao Yuangang had never seen such a fast sword technique. He was shocked and tried hard to return to the sword to block it. With a mutual attack from the two swords, Cao Yuangang's five fingers were numb and hurriedly jumped behind him. Hu Qingpeng looked down and saw that his long sword had cracked a gap, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Cao Yuangang was forced to retreat with one move, and felt very uncomfortable, and shouted coldly: "Come again! Look at the sword!" Relying on the advantage of the sharp sword, the sword danced into a group and attacked the sky. Hu Qingpeng was worried about the sharp sword of the opponent. He immediately deployed the crane dance technique and flew around him, sometimes moving forward and sometimes retreating. The sword came out like the wind, and every move attacked the flaws in his tricks. Both of them used Hengshan sword technique, but they saw the sword like a dragon going out to sea, and the people like an eagle hit the sky, and the battle was wonderful. Tang Lingling applauded and cheered, working very hard.

After the two of them broke more than thirty moves, Cao Yuangang gradually became anxious and no longer simply used Hengshan sword technique, but began to use the sword skills of other sects to deal with each other. Hu Qingpeng saw that the sword technique he had learned was very complicated, and he was secretly surprised. There were many wise masters Cao Yuangang had worshipped! Unfortunately, he did not work hard, and his foundation was not solid enough and his internal strength was not deep enough. Many of the exquisite things in the sword technique could not be used. Instead, he had loopholes and was just a posture.

Hu Qingpeng saw enough of his opponent's sword technique. When the sword style tightened, his attack suddenly became sharp and fast. Cao Yuangang failed to attack for a long time and his momentum was declining prematurely. Now he was strongly counterattacked by his opponent. Where can he have the strength to resist? The sword shadow fell but he felt his arms chill, and three sword holes were pierced on his sleeve.

After Hu Qingpeng withdrew his sword, he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Cao, I'm giving in!"

Cao Yuangang's face was red, he glared at Hu Qingpeng resentfully, and turned around without saying a word. Tang Lingling said, "Don't be proud, my senior brother will teach you a lesson!" He went angrily.
Chapter completed!