In order to preserve the foundation of the Huashan Sect for hundreds of years, Yue Chaoqun had no choice but to make this decision to destroy his son's martial arts to calm the hatred of Lin Yang and others, otherwise the entire sect would be destroyed by an uninvited guest.

Lin Yang was surprised by the old man's words and nodded, "Yes, as long as you do it, I will no longer make things difficult for you Huashan School."

Yue Feng was shocked and could not believe his ears. He shouted angrily: "Father, no, I am your own son, you can't treat me like this..." Yue Chaoqun sighed helplessly, "Feng'er, I don't want to do this, but who told you to commit a heinous crime? In order to protect the Huashan Sect, I can only do this."

After the words came, the old guy flew up, his sword flickered with purple light and rushed towards his son. Only a shrill scream could be heard, Yue Feng's tendons were cut off, and the long sword he held fell to the ground.

"Ah...my hand, my hand..." Blood flowed down Yue Feng's wrist, his body shaking, and his beautiful face was distorted, making people feel weird and terrible.

Yue Chaoqun crippled his son with his own hands. With a clang, the sword fell to the ground, his face looked miserable, he turned his head to look at Lin Yang, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you satisfied this time? He has become disabled?"

Everyone was moved by it, but Lin Yang did not have any sympathy and said coldly: "This is his own fault. Don't blame me for being rude. It will be good for him to become a useless person. Otherwise, if you do evil everywhere, you will definitely die of a bad life.

I keep my word, from now on, we will not overflow the river."

Yue Chaoqun nodded and said, "I remember the teachings of the young master. I will be imprisoned in Mount Hua in the future and will never cause trouble for the world."

This trip to Huashan was revenged, and Lin Yang was not a person who was unreasonable. He nodded and led a group of people to leave in a helicopter and disappeared into the horizon.

Seeing the outsiders leaving casually, many Huashan disciples were discouraged. The Huashan Sect, which is famous in the martial arts world, was beaten to the point of being beaten by these people without any power to fight back. Even the head of the sect himself did not have the ability to turn the tide. It was so sad.

The disciples bandaged each other's wounds and helped each other back to the dormitory.

Yue Feng looked at his father with hatred and screamed at the top of his lungs: "I hate you!"

He suddenly collapsed on the ground, like mud.

"Son, hold on."

Yue Chaoqun quickly stepped forward, picked up his son and left like a gust of wind. He came to the back mountain, thought of the cliff, went down the cliff, and entered a cave.

This is a forbidden area of ​​the Huashan School. Before the death of the leaders of all generations, they would come to the cave alone, write down their practice experiences on the stone wall without eating or drinking, and even die here.

The cave was filled with gloomy aura, and the bones of the heads of all generations were everywhere. Yue Chaoqun hugged his son and walked quickly, came to the innermost point, lit the remaining torches.

The fire filled the cave, and it was clearly visible that there was an image of a scholar engraved on the wall, carrying a long sword, and being the ancestor of the Huashan School.

There was an ancient sandalwood altar in front of them, with spiritual positions and many bottles and jars. Yue Chaoqun put down his son, knelt in front of the altar, kowtowed three times, and said respectfully: "Master, now the Huashan Sect is in trouble. My son is seriously injured. He has to use the spiritual medicines worshipped by the leaders of all generations. Please show your spirit to bless the Huashan Sect so that we can overcome the crisis smoothly."

It turns out that the jars are all kinds of spiritual medicines collected by the heads of the whole life, and are worshipped here.

After Yue Chaoqun became the head of the sect, he had already come to check it. There was a type of Qingyu Stem Reinforced Ointment, which had a miraculous effect on cutting off the tendons of the hands and feet and bones, so he cut off his son's tendons in public.

At this moment, Yue Chaoqun brought the porcelain jar containing the ointment and opened it, revealing the light green paste inside, which was as hard as a stone.

He said excitedly: "Son, don't be afraid. With the spiritual medicine left by the ancestors, you can reconnect your broken tendons, and there will be no problem."

Yue Feng asked weakly: "Really?"

"Don't worry, it will definitely work, someone has tried it before."

Yue Chaoqun responded with confidence, then began to use his skills, his hands turned purple, and penetrated into the can, and the paste began to melt and turned into oily.

The ointment was applied to Yue Feng's wound, and then wrapped the cloth strips, and the blood stopped. Yue Feng felt that the pain had been relieved, so he leaned on the wall weakly and asked, "Father, are you just forgetting this and letting that little beast Lin Yang bully us?"

Yue Chaoqun took another pill for his son, prepared some medicines beside him, and said gritting his teeth: "No, I'm going to crush his bones and ashes."

Yue Feng said dejectedly: "But, can't we beat him?"

Even if I practiced the Evil-Avoiding Sword and my martial arts have made rapid progress, I am still no match for him. After practicing for decades, you are still defeated by this beast."

Yue Chaoqun said: "That's because your foundation was too shallow and your skills were not deep enough. The evil-avoiding sword score could not play a real role. I decided for my father that I would definitely destroy the little beast by practicing this magical skill myself."

"Ah, do you want to practice the evil-avoiding sword guide?"

"Yes, this is the only way, otherwise there will be no day of revenge."

Yue Chaoqun had made up his mind and turned his wrists and showed a sharp knife to lift the hem of the robe, and his hand raised the knife to fall.

An uncontrollable scream came from the cave, which sounded particularly creepy!... A few days later, Master Xuan Jing, the head of the Emei Sect, arrived in Shaolin in a row and met Abbot Jueyin.

After two martial arts legends used vegetarian food, they walked up the mountain along the forest path, walking and talking in the shade of the tree.

Master Xuan Jing asked puzzledly, "Senior Brother, you are so anxious to come to me. What is the important thing?"

Abbot Jueyin is tall and has a bright face, even though he is old and has a bright face. He is probably also a handsome monk when he was young.

"Have you heard that Lin Yang led a group of people to the Huashan Sect to retaliate, and defeated the head Yue Chaoqun alone, which was already circulating in the martial arts world."

Master Xuan Jing frowned and said disdainfully: "I know that Yue Chaoqun is the head of the Huashan Sect. He is old enough to survive. He can't even beat a younger generation. He is simply useless."

Abbot Jueyin said in a deep voice: "It may not be that Yue Chaoqun is incompetent. Lin Yang is talented and his martial arts are advanced too quickly. He was at the level of the Martial Emperor at the last martial arts conference. Now he has defeated Yue Chaoqun and may have reached the level of Wuzong. Don't take it lightly."

Master Xuanjing's face changed drastically and he said angrily: "Mr. Wu Zong...is he worthy?

I am currently at the first level of Wuzong. Even if this little beast has excellent talent, it is absolutely impossible to enter the Wuzong realm from the early stage of Wuhuang in a few months."

Abbot Jueyin sighed, "Things of the world are unpredictable. As for Lin Yang's strength at this moment, it is difficult to judge. I am worried about you. It has not been long since the one-year appointment. If..." Master Xuan Jing said hatefully, "No, don't worry, if you can't even beat him, I am still a master. No matter how strong Lin Yang is, I will completely destroy him and make him regret it for life."

Abbot Jueyin nodded, "I hope this is the case! However, in order to be foolproof, I will give you this Bodhisattva Pill. It can help you advance in the shortest time. It is my wish."

He took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to the other party.

Even though Master Xuan Jing had always been calm, he was extremely shocked, and his voice was a little trembling, "Senior Brother, this is the treasure of Shaolin Mountain. The medicine is excellent. You gave it to me. Can it work?"

Abbot Jueyin sighed, "It's nothing. Put you first in everything. I failed you back then and became an abbot who obeyed the order of my master. I was unable to walk with you on the sword. I finally have too many regrets in my life."
Chapter completed!