Chapter 374 Feng Qingyang

I have finished reading it.

I will go back and study it for a few days.

I will study it again when I have gained something.

Most people use this method.

Even if Ding Ling is a genius, it is normal for him to not understand it the first time and to go back and forth a few times.

However, Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Feng Buping, Cong Buqi, Yue Lingshan and others just thought so.

Ding Ling suddenly bowed his hands towards the cliff of repentance and said loudly:

"I am Ding Ling, and I have passed seven levels. Senior Feng Qingyang, please show up and see me."

"Huh?!!"

Yue Buqun's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze, and he almost pulled his beard off. He looked at Ding Ling in confusion:

"Ding, Ding, Master Ding, are you serious?!"

"I think so."

Ning Zhongze was also in doubt:

"He said so. If he can't do it, Master Feng will definitely be furious and drive him off the cliff of repentance and never see him again. It's not like such things haven't happened before."

"Ah."

Yue Buqun sighed, feeling a little embarrassed.

If Ding Ling was driven off the mountain by Feng Qingyang, he would be standing in the middle, and it would be difficult for him to do anything.

"Haha."

Cong Buqi, Feng Buping, and Cheng Buyou, the three descendants of the Sword Sect, sneered, thinking that Ding Ling was exaggerating and was really a clown in the world!

Yue Lingshan, Lao Denuo and others were also shocked and somewhat unbelievable.

On the other hand, Lin Pingzhi, Qu Feiyan, Yu Ji and others were much calmer and more indifferent. They even thought that this was a very normal thing.

If Ding Ling could not quickly break through these few tricks, then Ding Ling would not be the peerless martial god in their hearts!

Whoosh!

A breeze blew across the cliff of Siguo Cliff.

Not long after.

A figure suddenly appeared on a boulder.

No one knew when and how he appeared.

Except Ding Ling.

He saw with his own eyes a ghostly figure flashing from the bottom of the cliff to the boulder like lightning.

The speed was so fast.

It was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

It was obvious that this person was a master of Qinggong.

Swish!

After landing on the boulder, the man looked at Ding Ling fiercely.

Ding Ling also looked at him.

At this glance, both sides saw each other's figure clearly.

In Ding Ling's eyes, this man had a straight figure, a gaunt face, and bright eyes. Although he was old, he had a fairy-like demeanor, like a sword fairy from heaven who was about to come on the wind, and his eyes had a terrifying sword aura.

"Greetings, senior!"

Ding Ling greeted.

"Yes."

The man was obviously Feng Qingyang, with three long strands of beard fluttering under his chin, looking extremely elegant:

"Did you just say that you passed the seven checkpoints?"

"Yes."

Ding Ling nodded.

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Feng Buping in the crowd.

Feng Buping immediately ran over and reported to Feng Qingyang the details of Ding Ling's passing the checkpoints.

After listening, Feng Qingyang looked at Ding Ling with a look of astonishment:

"Is it true?"

"It is true."

Compared with Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyu, Feng Buping's character is relatively good. Feng Qingyang chose him to guard the seven checkpoints, which obviously showed that he had a very unique and sharp vision.

Feng Buping reported all the words Feng Qingyang said in a very precise manner, without adding any extra words.

"If it is true, you have passed seven of my levels in just a short while. Are you kidding me?"

Feng Qingyang said this with a slightly red face, obviously angry.

Ding Ling was not annoyed, but just smiled slightly:

"Whether it is true or not, you will know after a try!"

"Okay."

Feng Qingyang saw that Ding Ling was extraordinary, confident and calm, with deep and calm eyes, and was also surprised and doubtful for a moment. At this moment, when he heard Ding Ling say this, he said, "Please show me how to practice it!"

"Please watch, senior."

Ding Ling put his fingers together to make a sword:

"This is the remaining move of the first level!"

Clang clang clang!

The sword finger stabbed out, light and clever, flying up and down, high and low, left and right, turning as desired, but it was surprisingly an extremely exquisite sword technique!

The remaining moves were only a dozen or so.

Ding Ling, however, was able to practice freely without being bound by the moves, clearly reaching the perfect state of great skill and simplicity, great simplicity and skill.

He finished the practice quickly, stood up, and looked at Feng Qingyang:

"Senior, please teach me."

"You, you are very good."

Feng Qingyang stroked his beard slightly, looking at Ding Ling in disbelief:

"This is your first time to contact Huashan swordsmanship."

"Not bad."

"If you really didn't lie to me. Then you are really a genius!"

Feng Qingyang's carelessness was instantly restrained, and he looked at Ding Ling with a serious face:

"Continue."

"Yes, senior."

Ding Ling practiced the sword moves of the second level.

This time.

He drew his sword to practice.

But when the tip of the sword shook, the sword turned into three sword shadows, which seemed real and fake, like a dream and fantasy. The sword shadows flashed through the void, and it made a harsh sound as if it could pierce through all obstacles.

Feng Qingyang was deeply moved.

Feng Buping, who was standing by, was completely dumbfounded, as if he was watching a fairy tale.

"Pass."

Feng Qingyang saw Ding Ling stop and waved his hand decisively:

"Continue!"

The sword moves at the third level were endless and fierce, as if three immortals were stabbing out a fatal sword at the same time, each sword was strange and powerful, almost unstoppable.

"Pass."

Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and he looked at Ding Ling with a serious look:

"Continue!"

Once the sword moves of the fourth level were used, the sky was filled with sword shadows. When the sword passed, the sound of the whirring wind could be heard faintly, and even the naked eye could faintly see the terrifying energy coming towards the face. This energy seemed to be condensed from the sword energy.

"Good, good, good!"

Feng Qingyang was amazed:

"One hundred and eight styles of swift swords, you can reach such a level with just a few residual moves. You are really a rare genius in the world."

Feng Qingyang's eyes changed when he looked at Ding Ling. At this moment, he was already full of appreciation, admiration, and recognition:

"Very good. If you really rely on just a few residual moves to practice to this level in a very short time, then you are definitely a super genius in swordsmanship that has never been seen before and will never be seen again!

Based on this, there is no reason for me not to accept you.

But the next sword moves are the most special. You continue to practice for me."

Feng Qingyang was very satisfied.

Feng Buping was stunned.

Cong Buqi, Cheng Buyou and other descendants of the Sword Sect looked at each other in bewilderment, and could clearly see the shock in each other's eyes.

Yue Buqun, who was watching not far away, gasped, and a strand of his beard was pulled off by him.

"Is there really such a genius swordsman in this world?!"

He muttered to himself, unable to believe it.

Compare it with Ding Ling.

He instantly felt like a third-class scum and a cripple.

Ning Zhongze also looked dazed:

"How is it possible?! The first three levels are the sword moves of Huashan Sword, Taiyue Three Green Peaks, and Deadly Link Three Immortal Swords. How did Ding Ling learn them?!"