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Chapter 483 Attendant (2 more)

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    "Hahahaha" Ning Haiping laughed out loud.

    Behind him, Bai Muyu and others glared at Fakong, thinking that Fakong's words were too vicious, and he had lost the kindness of his family.

    Ning Haiping laughed and shook his head: "Master can really joke. There is no need to talk about the relationship between our Tianhai Sword Sect and the Demon Sect."

    Fakong smiled: "Are you really here just for swordsmanship?"

    Ning Haiping said in a deep voice: "That's right, what purpose does Master think we have?"

    "Isn't it for personal hatred?" Fakong looked at Bai Muyu and said with a smile: "This benefactor has resentment in his heart and hates it to the sky, but what is it for?"

    Bai Muyu's face changed slightly.

    He really couldn't control his anger.

    Not only because of his own martial arts being abolished, but also because of his nephew Bai Jingqian, who had a bright future and could have become the suzerain of the Spring Water Sword Sect, but has taken a turn for the worse, because of this monk Fakong!

    The hatred in his heart was like a torrential river, endless, and he wished he could stab Fakong to death with a single sword.

    Fakong laughed and said: "This benefactor, where did I offend you? Please also expressly say that the public revenge will damage the relationship between our two sects."

    Bai Muyu suppressed his anger, his face was indifferent, and he said slowly: "There is no personal enmity, Master misunderstood."

    Fakong smiled: "It's better to get rid of enemies than to tie them up. The benefactor should relax his mind."

    "Yes." Bai Muyu resisted the aggrieved, and paid a tithe.

    Fakong looked at Ning Haiping: "Ning Shi will mainly learn some sword techniques with the poor monk?"

    "The master is a young man, so he still needs to compete with young people." Ning Haiping beckoned: "Qinghe."

    Fu Qinghe took two steps forward, cupped his fists and said, "Fu Qinghe, I have met Master Fakong, please enlighten me."

    Fakong laughed and said: "The poor monk's swordsmanship is indeed mediocre, it is not comparable to the swordsmanship of the Tianhai Sword Sect, so it's better not to make a fool of yourself."

    Fu Qinghe said lightly: "Master, are you afraid?"

    Fa Kong said: "I'm really afraid, if I really win against Fu Shizhu, wouldn't it hurt your sect's face? I, who is good at Buddhism but not good at swordsmanship, can beat the swordsmanship of Tianhai Sword Sect.  "

    He smiled and shook his head.

    He sensed Fu Qinghe's killing intent.

    This Fu Qinghe really wanted to kill himself, and he would never hold back.

    Fu Qinghe said coldly: "There will be no such thing."

    Ning Haiping frowned, he felt that Fakong was not as kind and gentle as everyone said.

    On the contrary, he was full of bad water and pushed forward step by step.

    These words made Fakong speak as if Fu Qinghe's victory was a matter of course, and his defeat would be a disgrace to the Tianhai Sword Sect.

    Fakong shook his head and said: "As a monk, the poor monk really doesn't like to fight for strength, let's forget it."

    "Master seems to be really scared!" Fu Qinghe looked impatient.

    He didn't expect Fakong to be so jittery, jumping sideways repeatedly.

    "This example cannot be opened," Fakong said with a smile: "I accept the challenge for no reason. Can everyone come to challenge? Then where do I have the time to practice Dharma and mantras?"

    "What exactly is the master trying to say?"

    Fakong said: "If you lose, you can be my attendant."

    "Impossible!" Ning Haiping shouted in a deep voice.

    Bai Muyu's eyes widened, she didn't expect Fakong to be so shameless.

    Such words can be said!

    Fakong said with a smile: "There is no reason for the door-to-door challenge, and there is no personal hatred. If I don't refuse the visitor, wouldn't I be overwhelmed all day long? Anyone who wants to come to the door to challenge, you have to agree to one condition, and forget it if you don't agree."  .¡±

    "Your conditions are too harsh." Ning Haiping said in a deep voice.

    Fakong looked at Fu Qinghe and said with a smile, "Donor Ning thinks that Donor Fu is not my opponent? Donor Fu is afraid?"

    "If I lose, I can be your attendant, but I will challenge you once a year. If I win, I will no longer be your attendant." Fu Qinghe said coldly, his eyes flickering.

    Fakong nodded with a smile: "Yes."

    He looked at Ning Haiping, then at the others, and said with a smile: "Can your Tianhai Sword Sect agree to this condition?"

    "They don't need to agree, I just agree!" Fu Qinghe said coldly: "I can be my own master."

    Ning Haiping's face was gloomy, and his mouth was astringent.

    I didn't expect Fakong to be so treacherous.

    This really pushed Fu Qinghe into a corner, if he didn't agree, Fakong couldn't compare, agreed, in case

    No chance!

    &??.  "Ning Haiping gritted his teeth: "But Master, don't you think it's too vicious?  "

    "Vicious?" Fakong was surprised: "How do you say that? It only broke his sword, but didn't hurt his life. Why is he so vicious?"

    "You" Ning Haiping hesitated.

    He couldn't tell the fatal weakness of the Duanqingjian lineage of the Tianhai Sword Sect. The sword is in the sword and the sword is dead.  It was caused by the heart of the Sword of Severance.

    The mind backfired, which led to the madness and death.

    Now Fu Qinghe is only in the first stage, and within an hour after that, he will suffer the backlash of the heart-breaking sword and gradually lose his vitality.

    This is a very painful process, no panacea can save it, and death is certain.

    Fakong said: "He was injured, should he go back with you first, or should he return to me directly and be regarded as my attendant?"

    Ning Haiping pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "My Tianhai Sword Sect has always acted in an upright manner. If you lose, you lose. Fu Qinghe is now your servant, Master If Master is jealous and kills him, I Tianhai  The Sword Sect has nothing to say!"

    There is no doubt that Fu Qinghe will die, so make the most of his value. Die in Tianhai Bieyuan is not as good as dying in King Kong Temple Bieyuan, and it will also damage Fakong's reputation.

    Fakong nodded lightly and glanced at Lin Feiyang.

    "Yes." Lin Feiyang stepped forward to take Fu Qinghe, smiled at Bai Muyu, and patted him on the back: "Take care."

    Bai Muyu was startled, and his face changed drastically.

    Lin Feiyang had already taken over Fu Qinghe and came to Fakong's side: "Abbot, he is dying soon."

    "Let's go back and feed the divine water." Fakong said.

    He even smiled at Ning Haiping: "Master Ning, what advice do you have?"

    "Master's skill, I admire it!" Ning Haiping gritted his teeth and said slowly.

    "We are comparing swordsmanship." Fa Kong laughed: "There are many kinds of swordsmanship, so we can't just focus on the subtlety, right?"

    Ning Haiping took a deep look at him and saluted him: "Farewell!"

    He turned and left.

    Bai Muyu stared at Lin Feiyang.

    Lin Feiyang supported Fu Qinghe and looked at him with a smile.

    "Uncle Bai" Zhou Wenjing said softly.

    Bai Muyu took a deep breath, turned and left.
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