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Chapter 109: No Cliffs

Wuyazi looked at Lin Yang in a daze. There were too many accidents. After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. After a while, Wuyazi smiled and said, "I'll try your martial arts first!"

Seeing that Lin Yang was young, only about twenty years old, he looked like a top master in the world, he was shocked and inevitably felt a little dissatisfied.

I think he is such a person as Wuyazi. Although he is now disabled and unable to move, he once regarded himself as the best in the world. He was around 20 years old and did not have such skills!

Lin Yang was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Wuyazi tied up by a rope and hung up in the air. He still had to try his martial arts in this way?

It would be great if you could take care of yourself! I don’t know how Wuyazi sealed himself in three wooden houses without doors and windows for the past 30 years? Could it be that he had already fasted the valley?

Soon, Lin Yang knew that his idea was wrong and that he was very wrong.

No matter how Wuyazi was moving, his sleeves were raised and pulled towards Lin Yang's shoulders. The sleeves were unexpectedly long, and the strong wind was not inferior to Lin Yang's heavy sword power at all!

The other party has reached the state of "not stagnating in things, grass, trees, bamboo and stone can be used as swords"!

Even a wooden sword or a sleeve can use the effect of a heavy sword!

Wuyazi used to use a sword or not, but Lin Yang didn't know. Now he only knows that the other party's level is not something he can compare with.

In the flash of lightning, Lin Yang raised the heavy sword in his hand and stabbed upwards, hitting the other party's sleeves.

With a "bang!", a strong wind blew in the house!

Lin Yang took two steps back with a heavy sword in his hand, looking shocked. Wuyazi retracted his unscathed long sleeves, and stopped when he clicked, exclaiming: "Not bad! Not bad! Not bad!"

Three consecutive sounds of "Good" can be seen that Wuyazi was also uneasy. He was a little impressed with admiration. He did not have such skills at this age, and the other party used a heavy black iron sword like an arm to use his fingers, which was very good.

Lin Yang looked at Wuyazi for the first time, but he didn't expect that the other party could be so powerful if he was unable to move.

He used to be unfavorable to Wuyazi. He wouldn't have been too lazy to take this trip if it weren't for the other party's skills.

Lin Yang really couldn't stand the person who dealt with the emotional problems in a mess, causing his senior sister and junior sister to suffer. He taught two apprentices, one half-destroyed, the other one rebelled from his master, and the cuckolded person.

But now the two of them have a hurry to fight, and Lin Yang has to write the word "costume", at least in his martial arts.

The two looked at each other for a while, and their thoughts were different. Wuyazi suddenly said quietly: "How much do you know about my Xiaoyao Sect?"

Lin Yang thought for a while and said, "It is said that the Xiaoyao Sect was created by senior Xiaoyaozi, and it was passed down by three disciples, the eldest disciple Tianshan Tonglao, the second disciple Wuyazi, and the third disciple Li Qiushui."

Wuyazi nodded silently, not caring about the other party's name he called him directly. Xiaoyao Sect was also a well-known sect back then. Although it was very mysterious in the martial arts world, many people knew about it.

Although all the people who know are famous people in the martial arts world, such as the previous generation abbot of Shaolin, Master Lingmen, etc., there are always people who know it. So it is not surprising that Wuyazi knew about Lin Yang.

But this guy has been to Langhuan's blessed land and seems to know a lot about the past, which makes him very confused. It's all!

"Senior Xiaoyaozi passed down the three magical skills. The Tianshan Tonglao practiced the eight wildernesses and was the only one who could respect her. She rejuvenated her child every thirty years. This magical skill is extremely mysterious and can be called immortality!"

"I am the only one in the Eight Desolations. I will be able to regain my old age every thirty years. When I regain my old age, I need to practice my internal strength again, and I need to drink to produce blood at noon. This way, I will restore my skills and appearance one year a day. However, because the Tonglao started practicing, the triple burner was too young and the triple burner was out of order, and I would always look like a year old girl."

"However, when Tianshan Tong Lao was 26 years old, she had achieved success in practicing martial arts. The Shaoyang Sanjiao meridians of the hand gradually improved. They could have developed and grown up, no different from ordinary people. However, Li Qiushui plotted against him and was frightened loudly behind him, which led to his devilishness and no longer growing taller. I believe the reason for this, seniors must know?"

Lin Yang said with a smile, looking at Wuyazi.

Even though Wuyazi was used to the ups and downs of the storm and was exposed by a junior in person, his face turned red. The eldest sister and the youngest sister were jealous of him, so the youngest sister plotted while the eldest sister was practicing, which led to the eldest sister never growing up.

Of course, Wuyazi would not fall in love with a senior sister with a childlike figure, so he chose junior sister Li Qiushui.

He didn't expect that this boy knew so clearly about this old past. He even knew the details of the senior sister's practice. His old face turned red, and he was also shocked. He didn't know where the other party knew it.

Could it be that the eldest or younger sister told this?

Seeing Wuyazi's old face turned red, Lin Yang didn't know what he was thinking, and did not expose it. He continued: "The second magical skill passed down by Senior Xiaoyaozi is the Beiming magical skill, which was obtained by Senior Wuyazi. This magical skill is even more magical than the only one I am the only one in the Eight Desolations."

Wuyazi nodded happily. The Beiming Divine Art ranks first among the three major magical skills of this sect. It was with this magical skill that he overwhelmed his senior sister and junior sister to become the head of the Xiaoyao Sect.

However, thirty years have passed, Wuyazi has been stagnant and can no longer compare with his senior sister's eight-destined and only-minded master.

Lin Yang continued: "The third magical skill passed down by Senior Xiaoyaozi is Li Qiushui's Little Wuxiang Gong."

Wuyazi nodded silently. When he heard people mention the past, he couldn't help but think of the days when he was studying art with his senior sister and junior sister in the Xiaoyao School. He felt lost. Years have passed, and the world has changed.

After a long time, Wuyazi sighed and said, "I didn't expect you to know a lot about my Xiaoyao Sect, but I heard from the eldest or younger sisters?"

In his opinion, except for himself, only the senior sister and the junior sister know about these old past events.

Lin Yang shook his head and said, "It was just a coincidence that I learned about these things."

"A coincidence?" Wu Yazi was stunned, pondered for a moment, and smiled, "You are destined to be with my Xiaoyao Sect."

He has not gone out for thirty years, and Wuyazi doesn't know what happened outside. The deadline is approaching, and looking at his life, he can't help but compare the fate and fate. This son has a fate with the Xiaoyao Sect, and he should inherit his skills.

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