Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 138 Hua Wuque of the Yihua Palace

"Junior Sister, with only early-stage Houtian cultivation, actually lost like that?"

Linghu Chong was startled when he saw this.

"That young man's swordsmanship is extremely high; Ling Shan's defeat was not unjust."

Ning Zhongze's eyes revealed admiration for Yang Guo.

Such swordsmanship at such a young age is truly rare.

Yue Buqun looked at Yang Guo, then glanced at Gu Qianbei, a thought popping into his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Such swift swordsmanship, but it doesn't seem to belong to any particular school."

Zhou Zhiruo whispered.

"It's not some amazing sword technique, just some basic sword moves with the timing of the strikes hitting vital points."

This young man's talent is extraordinary.

It's a pity he had such a murderous master; hopefully, he won't go astray in the future.

It was at this moment that Abbess Miejue felt a pang of regret for her lack of talent.

"Guo'er has won again! Excellent! Excellent swordsmanship!"

Guo Jing was both surprised and delighted, and he stood up excitedly.

He truly is a good nephew!

Qiao Feng was also quite surprised by this and looked at Gu Qianbei.

"Your apprentice is extraordinary. With such talent in swordsmanship, his future achievements are limitless."

"He's still a long way off."

Although Gu Qianbei said that, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

This is my apprentice!

Awesome, right?

On the stage, Yue Lingshan looked utterly defeated.

"I lost! How did you cultivate? You're four or five years younger than me, yet you're so powerful."

"It's all thanks to my master's excellent teaching."

Yang Guo replied with a smile.

At this moment, Linghu Chong jumped off the stage and said to Yue Lingshan, "Junior Sister, let me do it."

The Huashan Sect had already lost face once, so Linghu Chong naturally wanted to come and regain some dignity.

Although Linghu Chong really didn't want to come.

After all, he's already twenty-three years old and the senior disciple of Mount Hua. Even if he wins, it won't look good.

"Go for it, senior brother!"

Still immersed in the dejection of defeat, Yue Lingshan said a few words and returned to the stands.

"I always tell you to practice your sword properly, but all you do is slack off. Now you've lost to a kid several years younger than you, aren't you ashamed?"

Yue Buqun reprimanded him with a stern face.

"Father, I know I was wrong. I will definitely cultivate diligently when I go back this time."

Normally, Yue Lingshan would playfully avoid the situation, but this time her pride was truly hurt, and she silently vowed to work hard.

Of course, it's hard to say how long this determination will last.

"Brother Yang, I know I was bullying you because I'm older, but I have no choice now. I'll suppress my cultivation to be at your level and fight you again. What do you say?"

On the arena, Linghu Chong was discussing something with Yang Guo.

Linghu Chong, as the number one among the younger generation of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, had already reached the Innate Realm, far surpassing Yang Guo at this time.

If he hadn't held back, Yang Guo wouldn't have survived a single move.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo, being quite perceptive, laughed and said, "That would be excellent. Since I'm definitely going to lose anyway, it'll be good to learn more about the swordsmanship of Mount Hua."

Two consecutive victories were already a good result, and Yang Guo didn't plan to fight to the very end.

He came down here simply to broaden his horizons.

"it is good."

Linghu Chong drew his longsword and launched an attack.

Although both are Huashan sword techniques, Linghu Chong's moves are several levels superior to Yue Lingshan's.

Even though Linghu Chong suppressed his cultivation, Yang Guo still felt a great threat.

After only a few moves, he was already struggling to hold on.

But his mind wasn't on winning; he was observing Linghu Chong's sword techniques.

This is also Gu Qianbei's teaching.

The best way to improve is to hone your skills through real-world practice.

After thirty moves.

Yang Guo was defeated by Linghu Chong's longsword.

"You flatter me, young brother Yang."

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Linghu! I have benefited greatly from this battle."

Yang Guo laughed and left the arena without hesitation, returning to the stands.

"Yang Guo, you're amazing! You actually defeated two people! And they were disciples from Shaolin and Huashan!"

Guo Fu excitedly stepped forward to greet her, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Just lucky."

Although Yang Guo said this, his smile was very bright. At the same time, he looked at Gu Qianbei and returned the Tingbei Sword.

Gu Qianbei smiled and said, "Well done."

"Guo'er, you have truly exceeded my expectations. I never imagined you would have such strength."

When Uncle Guo was your age, he was nowhere near as good as you.

You will surely shine brightly in the future and become someone everyone praises.

Guo Jing could not contain his joy.

This made Yang Guo somewhat dazed again.

Besides my master, there are actually people who can be so genuinely happy for me.

Yang Guo couldn't help but recall what Gu Qianbei had told him that morning.

Perhaps that's a good option.

On the arena.

After Linghu Chong won, several other people went down to compete against him.

But in the end, they all fell to Linghu Chong's sword.

His astonishing strength amazed everyone.

Seeing this, Yue Buqun revealed a satisfied expression.

My eldest disciple is quite a source of pride.

Next, Zhou Zhiruo took the stage.

Originally, Zhou Zhiruo was not strong enough to defeat Linghu Chong.

However, after several battles, Linghu Chong's internal energy was greatly depleted, and he ultimately lost.

"I lost."

Linghu Chong smiled nonchalantly, not caring too much about winning or losing.

After winning several matches in a row, he could finally give an explanation to Yue Buqun.

"My victory was not honorable. If Young Master Linghu hadn't been so exhausted, I wouldn't have been able to win."

Zhou Zhiruo understood the key point, so she didn't feel particularly happy even after winning.

"A loss is a loss, there are no excuses. I'm leaving."

Linghu Chong smiled, turned around, waved, and left.

Having witnessed several exciting matches, the spectators were increasingly excited, but at this point, no one wanted to join the fray.

Everyone realized they were no match for Zhou Zhiruo, so they didn't bother going down there to make a fool of themselves.

"Is anyone else going up? If not, then the winner of this arena battle will be Miss Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect."

As Qiao Feng was saying this, suddenly a large number of flower petals fell from the sky.

Then, a man dressed in white flew out from the side and landed in the center of the arena, following the petals.

Swish!

He opened his folding fan, and the white-clad man's face was clearly revealed to everyone.

"Hua Wuque of the Yihua Palace has come to learn from the Emei Sect's superior skills!"

The clear, cold voice echoed around, and everyone looked surprised.

"The Flower Palace! He's actually from the Flower Palace? Isn't the Flower Palace all women?"

Someone exclaimed.

"What a flamboyant entrance!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Guo couldn't help but complain.

Gu Qianbei was slightly surprised, thinking to herself, "Hua Wuque? What's he doing here?"

"The Flower Shifting Palace? This kind of heretical sect dares to come to the Junshan Gathering! You have some nerve!"

Abbess Miejue was furious and slammed her hand on the table next to her, shattering it into pieces!

"My Yihua Palace simply doesn't like to get involved in the affairs of the martial world, and all we kill are unfaithful people. How can we be called evil heretics?"

It would be better if the nun spoke with more respect!

Moreover, the Junshan Gathering is a grand event initiated by the Beggars' Sect, and all major sects in the martial arts world can come to participate. Naturally, my Yihua Palace is also qualified.

The Beggars' Sect hasn't raised any objections yet, isn't the nun a bit overstepping her bounds?

Hua Wuque spoke indifferently, yet every word was firm and resounding.