Chapter 39: No Sword is Better Than a Sword

Li Anran has a skill panel. His strength increases based on the number of times he practices sword skills. He practices internal energy for one week...

When your experience value is full, the quantitative change will lead to qualitative change, and you will get another breakthrough improvement!
But, for others, it is not the case!
In an unknown valley on the back mountain of Huashan.

Feng Qingyang closed his eyes slightly and sat cross-legged on the bluestone. He had not moved for several days.

As early as half a month ago, he had already touched the threshold of breakthrough, but he could never take that final step.

Feng Qingyang was well aware of Li Anran's terrifying talent and knew that this might be his last chance to get back at his old self.

However, he was not anxious at all. Instead, he put aside all distracting thoughts, immersed his whole mind, and tried hard to capture the fleeting enlightenment in his heart.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Feng Qingyang suddenly realized something, opened his eyes abruptly, reached out to grab a leaf that was falling in front of him, and threw it forward.

Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!
Wherever the fallen leaves passed, several large trees as big as buckets were broken in half and fell to the ground with a loud bang, leaving the cuts extremely smooth.

"Don't be stuck in things! No sword is better than a sword! So that's it! So that's it!"

Feng Qingyang burst into laughter.

He had long known about this realm of swordsmanship from the inscriptions left by Dugu Qiubai, but he had never been able to master it. He could only use it occasionally when inspiration struck him.

He originally thought that there was no hope for him to reach this realm in this lifetime, but he did not expect to break through when he was old!

"Li Anran!"

Feng Qingyang looked towards the direction of Siguo Cliff, feeling excited and expectant, but also a bit grateful.

He was not only grateful to Li Anran for sharing his martial arts experience with him without reservation, but also grateful to God for giving him Li Anran!
Nowadays, it is the end of martial arts, and what is lacking is not only the natural treasures and peerless martial arts.

For someone like him, what he lacks most is an opponent of equal strength with whom he can learn from and communicate with!

When he was young, he was already able to dominate the world, and there were only three or two people who could fight with him. Without opponents, no pressure, no crisis, and no one to communicate with, it was naturally difficult for him to break through in strength.

The appearance of Li Anran completely changed everything!
This was the first time he felt such great pressure and the first time he had such strong motivation!

"it's time!"

Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, used his lightness skills to get to the foot of Mount Hua, found a restaurant, ate and drank his fill, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Breaking through the bottleneck is an improvement in strength, but it is also a huge drain on one's mind and spirit.

Feng Qingyang slept for two days and two nights. After getting up, he filled his stomach, sat cross-legged and meditated, adjusting himself to the best state before going to the Cliff of Repentance.

As a result, he saw Linghu Chong practicing the Zixia magic.

"How could Yue Buqun do such a thing?"

Feng Qingyang was shocked. He never expected that Yue Buqun would actually break the rule that the Qi Sect's Zixia Magic Skill was only passed on to the Sect Leader and the Sect Leader's successor, and pass the Zixia Magic Skill to Li Anran and Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong heard the noise, opened his eyes, and said in surprise, "Uncle Feng!"

Feng Qingyang asked, "Linghu boy, where is your senior brother?"

Linghu Chong said, "Big Brother has been waiting for Grand Master Uncle on the Cliff of Repentance for more than ten days, but he never showed up. He hasn't come in the past few days." Feng Qingyang said, "Go and call him back..."

Suddenly thinking of the day when Yue Buqun led a group of disciples to offer sacrifices to the ancestors of the Huashan Sect, Feng Qingyang immediately changed his mind and said, "Forget it! I will go find him myself!"

With a monster like Li Anran around, the Huashan Sect will sooner or later become one of the most powerful sects in the world.

If he cannot regain his face in front of these Huashan younger generations, his name will probably spread throughout the world with the prosperity of Huashan Sect, and be passed down from generation to generation!

Although he doesn't care much about reputation, he doesn't care to this extent!

Feng Qingyang descended from the Cliff of Repentance and walked all the way to the Huashan Headquarters.

He did not deliberately conceal his breath, and Li Anran noticed it at the first moment and came out to greet him immediately.

"Uncle Master Feng." Li Anran stepped forward and called out.

Yue Buqun, who was practicing the Purple Cloud Divine Art in the Unfair Pavilion, came out with Ning Zhongze and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yue Buqun (Ning Zhongze) greets Uncle Master Feng."

The other Huashan disciples were practicing sword skills in the martial arts field. At this moment, they all looked curiously at Feng Qingyang who was standing outside the main hall. They remembered what Yue Buqun said when he was offering sacrifices to the ancestors half a month ago.

Yue Buqun also realized this and suddenly felt panicked.

What he said in front of the ancestors is one thing, and what was heard by the person concerned is another thing!

Not to mention, the Huashan Sect was about to compete with the Songshan Sect for the position of the leader of the Five Mountains, and he also wanted to use Lafeng Qingyang's tiger skin as a banner.

Yue Buqun looked stern and shouted at all the disciples, "What are you still standing there for! Hurry up and pay your respects to your Grand Master Feng!"

The disciples came back to their senses, kowtowed and said, "Greetings to Grand Master Feng!"

Feng Qingyang has always been disdainful of Yue Buqun, but he has a different attitude towards these young generation of Huashan disciples.

In Feng Qingyang's eyes, the differences between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect were just two groups of idiots looking for trouble, not worth mentioning!
The biggest pain in his heart was the infighting among his fellow disciples that led to the decline of his sect!
At this time, seeing that all the Huashan disciples had eyes as sharp as lightning and their internal strength was improved, and that the Huashan Sect was about to be revived, Feng Qingyang was also happy in his heart and said, "Great! Everyone, get up!"

Yue Buqun was delighted and stepped forward and said respectfully: "Uncle Feng, you..."

Feng Qingyang ignored Yue Buqun and asked Li Anran, "Boy, how is your swordsmanship going?"

Li Anran ignored Feng Qingyang and looked at Yue Buqun, waiting for Yue Buqun to speak.

He has always been very clear about the four words "close or distant"!
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly when he saw this, but in his heart he admired Li Anran more and more.

Feng Qingyang doesn't like the rules and doctrines of the martial arts world, but he has always been extremely respectful to his teachers!
This was also the reason why Feng Qingyang, at the age of over 50, obeyed the instructions of his teachers and went to Jiangnan to marry and have children 25 years ago.

Yue Buqun hurriedly said: "Ran'er, why don't you answer your Grand Master's question!"

Yue Buqun knew very well that as a participant in the sword energy dispute back then, Feng Qingyang would never give him a good face.

However, with Feng Qingyang's public appearance today and his lack of direct and obvious hostility, it is enough for him to use the tiger's skin to raise a banner!
And Li Anran's attitude earned him enough face!
Li Anran knew very well that Feng Qingyang must have broken through the bottleneck and came to get back his position, so he didn't say anything more and said, "Please give me some advice, Uncle Taishi."

"it is good!"

Feng Qingyang pointed his toes and flew backwards. He stretched out his right hand in the air, and the long sword on the weapon rack flew out of the sheath with a "clang" and fell into his hand.

The “win” in “No sword is better than with a sword” means “win like”, not “win better than”!
Everything can be a sword, but that doesn’t mean these “swords” are more powerful than real swords!
When facing Li Anran, he must show his strongest state!
Feng Qingyang knew very well that this was his last and only chance to get back at his old self!
(End of this chapter)