Yang Le was shocked when he was suddenly attacked, and his body instinctively used the Beiming Divine Art.

"Master...you..."

"As a dying person, what is the use of all my skills? It would be better to help you. Now I am a teacher voluntarily, which does not count as a violation of my oath." Qingsong looked at Yang Le and said lovingly.

After a while, all Qingsong's lifelong skills were absorbed by Yang Le. "Beiming's magical skills are indeed overbearing. Although your qualifications are ordinary, you have great wisdom, perseverance and great opportunities. However, benefiting yourself at the expense of others is never the right way. Ting'er, I need you

Remember not to use it again unless absolutely necessary." After saying that, Qingsong sat cross-legged.

Although Qingsong is not a supreme master, his Ziyun Qi is peaceful and pure. Yang Le uses Duan Yu's method of guiding Qi to return to the void, and collects the Qi flowing around into his organs one by one. His whole body becomes more and more beautiful.

Comfortable, I just feel light and airy, as if I am about to fly into the sky.

"Master." When Yang Le opened his eyes, he saw Qingsong sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he was no longer breathing.

Three months later... Ziyun View.

"Junior brother Lianting, take care." A Taoist wearing an old gray Taoist robe said goodbye to Yang Le. "Senior brother, I will rely on you to take care of Ziyun Temple." Facing this senior brother who is obsessed with practicing alchemy, Yang Le said

I really didn’t know what polite words to say. I left Ziyun Temple carrying the guitar I had made on my back.

After receiving seventy-seven forty-nine heavenly spirits for Qingsong, Yang Le has already begun to practice the Six Meridians Divine Sword. After all, the Ziyun Qi that Qingsong has practiced for decades is not very powerful, but with the addition of Yang Le's practice, the Ziyun Qi attack power is not high.

After twelve years of acquiring Beiming Qi, he has just reached the standard for practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Now is the day when he leaves the world and ventures into the world.

"Jiang Hu, here I come."

I go my own way without any regrets

Endless road to the end of the world

You chase me in the storm

Who will end the grudges?

when

Heaven and earth become rivers and lakes

Every step is turbulent

when

Tears are worse than blood

Everyone calls themselves a hero

What is black and white

Who will understand right and wrong?

What are you afraid of?

Keep the romance in your heart

I go my own way without any regrets

Endless road to the end of the world

People are free and easy in the world

because i don't care

Wearing a white Taoist robe and holding a guitar, Yang Le was showing off his singing skills. Unfortunately, there was no peerless beauty or hero in front of him, only a roast chicken. After leaving the Taoist temple, Yang Le walked straight to Huashan. He wanted to go

Meet Linghu Chong and the hypocrite Yue Buqun.

Suddenly, Yang Le felt someone walking towards him. Looking from a distance, he saw four young people.

"Senior brother, Linghu Chong is really bullying others. He dares to insult our Qingcheng sect."

"Renjie, don't worry. When I go back this time, I will definitely ask the master to explain to Yue Buqun." Yang Le had excellent hearing and heard their conversation. When he thought about it carefully, he remembered that these four people should be the ones in the original work.

The four beauties of Qingcheng smiled slightly.

Seeing them getting closer and closer to him, Yang Le raised his head and looked at them carefully. "Linghu Chong... Senior brother, he is Linghu Chong." One person exclaimed.

When Yang Le saw him pointing in his direction, he looked around but found no one.

"Linghu Chong, the other day you bullied my two junior brothers and even insulted our Qingcheng sect with words. Today, all four of our Qingcheng heroes are here, so you can't eat and walk away." One of them drew his sword and pointed at Yang Le and said.

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"Ci'ao, am I not Yang Lianting? How could I become Linghu Chong? Did God ask me to rebuild my role?" Yang Le thought speechlessly. He said innocently to the four of them, "Did you admit the wrong person? I'm sorry.

Yang Le is not Linghu Chong."

"Linghu Chong, the Huashan sect has completely disgraced you. Don't dare to admit it if you dare to do it."

"Don't talk nonsense to him. Let's all come together and teach him a lesson so that he knows how powerful our Qingcheng Four Shows are." After speaking, one of them drew his sword and stabbed Yang Le. The other three also attacked Yang Le.

.

Poor Yang Le, although he has various peerless martial arts skills, he has never fought with anyone. He was in a hurry for a while. "Fuck, I said I am not Linghu Chong." Fortunately, Lingbo Weibu is not ordinary or even superior in Qinggong.

Qinggong is comparable. Yang Le has been practicing for twelve years and has reached the stage of refining the spirit and returning to the void, but he always avoids the combined attacks of four people without any danger.

After two or three rounds, Yang Le gradually got used to the four-person attack and moved freely under the four-person sword. "Humph, if the tiger doesn't show off its power, you think I'm hellokitty." Yang Le spotted an opening and kicked it.

On the buttocks of one of them. "Haha, is this your Qingcheng sect's buttocks falling flat on the sand like a wild goose style?" Yang Le said jokingly when he saw the man fell down like a dog.

The other three people were angry and attacked Yang Le with red eyes, but unfortunately they were faster than Yang Le. The three people saw a blur in front of their eyes, one of them received a slap in the face, and stars were shining in their eyes.
Chapter completed!