Turning Weapons on One's Own
The nearly one thousand people from all walks of life present nodded in agreement and expressed their admiration.
Yue Buqun was a gentleman, and he was very kind in his interactions with others. He truly taught a good disciple. Everyone thought that Ji Boying was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also spoke very well. Everyone in the Mount Hua Sect was a talented person.
"As expected of the Gentleman Sword's disciple, Ji Boying, you are indeed eloquent despite your young age!"
Ding Mian glared at him coldly.
He became even more wary of Ji Boying.
If Ji Boying were merely a skilled martial artist but a rigid and pedantic person who adhered to narrow-minded principles, he would be easy to deal with, much like a certain Sword Faction master from the Mount Hua Sect who was tricked into marriage.
However, his high level of martial arts skills and meticulous mind made him an even greater threat to Zuo Lengchan.
Ding Mian's cold rebuke caused another uproar.
It turns out that this disciple of Yue Buqun, whose origins are unknown to everyone, who is skilled in internal martial arts and hidden weapons, tall, handsome, young, and speaks pleasantly, is none other than Ji Boying, who is now rising to fame in the martial arts world.
Most of the people present did not recognize him. They recalled Ji Boying's skillful use of hidden weapons and his profound internal strength, which he had just demonstrated.
There was no longer any doubt that Yu Canghai and Tian Boguang had died at the hands of Ji Boying.
It looks like another war of words is about to break out.
Suddenly, they heard a woman's shouts from the backyard, followed by a series of clattering sounds.
Liu Zhengfeng was worried and tried to slip away.
Ning Zhongze stopped him.
"Don't worry, with my female disciples and the top disciples from Hengshan there, nothing will happen. I'll go."
Abbess Dingyi was also quite confident.
Although Ji Boying initially asked her to leave all the nuns of the Hengshan Sect in the backyard to accompany the female disciples of the Mount Hua Sect, and Ning Zhongze to protect these families, and even had the female disciples of the Hengshan Sect practice the Myriad Flowers Sword Formation several times overnight, she felt that it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Now, however, he spoke to Liu Zhengfeng with considerable confidence.
"The martial arts of Lady Ning of Mount Hua are no less than yours. Although the offensive and defensive techniques of my Hengshan Sect's Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique are not as powerful as those of you men, it is not so easy to defeat you."
The Baiyun Nunnery's Myriad Flowers Swordplay is a hidden needle hidden in cotton, making it the most powerful defensive technique.
"How many disciples from the Songshan Sect have come in total? Why don't they all show themselves?"
With the support of Mount Hua, Mount Heng, Mount Tai, Liu Zhengfeng was confident, and Ji Boying had already made arrangements for today's situation.
As long as Liu Zhengfeng speaks according to Ji Boying's instructions, he has nothing to worry about and feels confident.
No sooner had Liu Zhengfeng finished speaking than more than twenty men in yellow shirts jumped in from outside.
"These people alone are probably not enough to silence public opinion and stop people from distorting the truth."
Ji Boying gave a mocking laugh, provoking the Songshan Sect members.
Ding Mian's face darkened, and he stopped arguing with Ji Boying.
Their goal was to find a breakthrough by targeting Liu Zhengfeng and then spread the fire to the Mount Hua Sect.
He was afraid of alerting Ji Boying if he attacked him directly, and besides, the kid's sarcastic remarks and his insults were really frustrating and made him furious.
"The distinction between right and wrong in the world is not based on the number of people or the strength of the fighters. No matter how much you argue today, Liu Zhengfeng will have to give an explanation as to why he colluded with Qu Yang of the Demonic Cult Sect to plot against the heroes of the world."
Le Hou was still shaken by Ning Zhongze's defeat in a dozen moves, but he mustered his courage to speak up for Ding Mian.
"My senior brother is absolutely right. My Senior Brother Zuo is not afraid of being misunderstood by the people of the martial world. He is determined to take Demonic Cult measures and find out the plans of the Demonic Sect. He is responsible for the righteous path of the martial world. Your Mount Hua Sect is blocking us here. Could it be that you are colluding with Liu Zhengfeng and joining forces with the Demonic Cult Sect?"
The people in the courtyard were also puzzled by the Songshan Sect's confident demeanor, unable to understand who was righteous and who was evil, who was black and who was white.
Liu Zhengfeng looked quite surprised.
"Senior Brother Zuo, what evidence do you have that I'm colluding with the Demonic Cult?"
Ding Mian gave a cold laugh.
"We have witnesses!" As soon as Ding Mian finished speaking, a figure emerged from behind.
"Your own people from the Mount Heng Sect witnessed you secretly communicating with Naqu Qu Yang. Liu Zhengfeng, what else do you have to say?"
The one who stepped forward was none other than Lu Lianrong, the Golden-Eyed Crow of the Mount Heng Sect.
Liu Zhengfeng's face grew increasingly grim. Although Mo Da had already said that Lu Lianrong was a traitor, he had still become a laughingstock in the martial arts world.
It has long been rumored in the martial arts world that he and his senior brother Mo Da odds, and he has long suspected that the Mount Heng Sect is vying for power.
Now that Lu Lianrong has emerged, the Mount Heng Sect seems to have fallen apart.
Thinking of this, Liu Zhengfeng still felt a little ashamed. He had always thought that his senior brother and he didn't get along. If it weren't for these friends coming to inform him in advance, he would have suspected his senior brother Mo Da first when he encountered the obstruction of the Songshan Sect without knowing the truth. He would have suspected that Mo Da had gone to the Songshan Sect to complain and make things difficult for him.
It turns out that Senior Disciple Brother had been concerned about me all along.
He had witnessed his friendship with Brother Qu, but Brother Qu was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He had repeatedly mocked Brother Qu, saying that his music was too melancholic and not presentable.
Looking back now, I realize that my senior brother had a much broader vision and a more open mind, while I was rather petty and narrow-minded.
The Mount Heng Sect's loss of face is naturally a great loss to the Mount Heng Sect leader, Mo Da. Liu Zhengfeng naturally doesn't want to see this scene and is about to reprimand Lu Lianrong, but he feels hesitant.
The Mount Heng Sect members are fighting amongst themselves; isn't it the Mount Heng Sect that's losing face?
"Oh, Uncle-Master Liu, which one of you is from the Mount Heng Sect? I joined the sect late and have little experience in the martial world. I am truly ashamed."
Hearing Ji Boying speak up, Liu Zhengfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is Lu Lianrong, your Uncle Lu."
Those in the martial arts world heard Ji Boying gasp very clearly, and then they heard his murmured voice that could be clearly heard by everyone.
"Could this be the annoying Golden-Eyed Crow that heroes of the martial arts world talk about? He certainly doesn't look like a good person."
Such clear muttering to oneself caused everyone to burst into laughter.
Lu Lianrong was nicknamed Golden Eyed Vulture, but he was an annoying person, so people called him Golden-Eyed Crow. His popularity in the martial arts world was obvious.
Lu Lianrong's face turned red with anger.
"You rude brat! I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Yue Buqun!"
With a clang, he drew his sword, and a thin, slender blade thrust forward.
Yue Buqun waved his folding fan, about to step forward to block.
"Master, let me see this senior uncle's amazing skills."
Everyone watched as Ji Boying took two light steps forward, and his two slender, fleshy fingers plunged into Lu Lianrong's dazzling sword light.
He was about to be enveloped by this sword light, his face slashed and bloodied, and two of his fingers would be cut off.
I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.