Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Now, Luo Nianqing, you have attracted another person from the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Haha, things are really unpredictable!"

At this point, a playful smile appeared on the face of the old man sitting in the wheelchair. He smiled gently, and that playful smile contained both playfulness and some depth, as if he was full of interest and anticipation for the scene before him.

"But now, I really want to know, do you have the same skills and courage as that man back then? Or is it that this kid just has a good family background and the title of a hypocritical master? But in fact, he is empty inside?"

His words were full of provocation and temptation towards Xu Xingchen, and he seemed to be expecting something.

Hearing the voice, Xu Xingchen's face was slightly startled, and his eyes involuntarily swept across the Hanyue Fairy Luo Nianqing who was as quiet as water beside him. Her face was cold and indifferent, as if she was oblivious to all the noise around her.

Then, his gaze slowly turned to the old man sitting in the quaint wheelchair in front of him. The old man's eyes revealed a kind of sharpness and unrulyness that came from a lifetime of experience, making people dare not look directly at him.

"who's that person?"

Xu Xingchen asked in confusion, with a hint of curiosity and doubt in his voice that was hard to conceal. His words echoed in the empty space, appearing particularly clear.

Upon hearing this, the old man in the wheelchair curled up a meaningful smile, which contained both sarcasm and hatred. He stared at Xu Xingchen in front of him and said harshly.

"Hahaha... you finally asked this question, kid. Do you want to know? That guy is an out-and-out hypocrite. His hypocrisy is comparable to that of your master Yue Buqun, who is known as the 'Gentleman Sword'."

"How ridiculous! There are so many hypocritical people hidden in the Five Mountains Sword Sect who appear to be righteous and moral on the surface, but are actually thieves and prostitutes and do all kinds of evil in private!"

At this point, the tone of the old man in the wheelchair became extremely indignant, and his wrinkled hands tightly gripped the armrests of the wheelchair, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger in his heart.

"Humph! These so-called noble and upright sects, who claim to be the role models of the martial arts world, are actually just some hypocritical hypocrites. They appear to be righteous on the surface, but secretly they are doing even more despicable things than the rest of us."

"They do shameful things in the name of justice. Their methods are so sinister and cunning, and their schemes are so deep and complicated that it is simply outrageous. It makes people wonder whether there is still true light and justice in this world!"

The old man sitting in the wheelchair became more and more agitated at this moment. His eyes seemed to be able to spit fire, and his voice trembled even more violently with anger. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless indignation and unwillingness.

Luo Nianqing, the cold moon fairy, was dressed in a water-red dress that was radiant and delicate like water. The sleeves of her dress swayed gently in the breeze, as crystal clear as dewdrops in the morning light, making her look even more cool and otherworldly.

As if she was a fairy descending from the heavens, the sunlight shone through the sparse clouds onto her, giving her a soft and mysterious glow, but it did not at all warm her face which was slightly cold due to anger.

Her eyes were as clear as spring water, and at this moment, they were flashing with rage, like the brightest stars in the night sky, staring at the old man sitting in the quaint wheelchair. Although the old man's face looked weathered, his eyes revealed a kind of indifferent arrogance.

His words just now were full of sarcasm and insults towards the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Every sentence was like a carefully carved sharp blade, piercing people's hearts. Luo Nianqing was enraged by this sudden insult.

Her full breasts rose and fell violently with the fluctuations of her emotions, like a volcano about to erupt, with endless energy and words hidden inside waiting to be released, and her delicate and slender hands were clenched into fists.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all, because the indignation in her heart far exceeded her physical feelings. Finally, Hanyue Fairy Luo Nianqing could no longer suppress her inner excitement, and retorted with a trembling and firm voice.

"Hmph, you are a perverted demon who has committed all kinds of evil. You rely on your little cultivation to do whatever you want, bully the weak, and corrupt the morals of the martial arts world! How can a person like you have the face and qualifications to evaluate the Five Mountains Sword Sect, a famous and upright sect in the martial arts world!"

The voice of Hanyue Fairy Luo Nianqing was like a clear spring under the cold moon, crisp and cold. As soon as she finished speaking, the air around her seemed to be pulled tight, so solemn that one could almost touch the waves in silence.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair had a face that originally looked sinister and gloomy, and at this moment it was even more frighteningly distorted, like the gathering of dark clouds before a storm, and his deep-set eyes were flashing with greed.

He kept wandering around Luo Nianqing's graceful figure in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave her entire body deeply in his eyes. Every time her chest trembled slightly with her breathing, her soft and vital curves.

It was as if a ripple had been drawn through the old man's heart, making the light of desire in his eyes even more dazzling. It was a desire for beautiful things, a yearning for youthful vitality, and at the same time a hint of obscenity that was difficult to conceal.

"Bo Guang, capture that bitch for me!"

The old man sitting in the wheelchair seemed a little impatient. Although his face looked old, it could not hide his former charm. At this moment, the greed between his brows turned into a kind of awe-inspiring aura, which was enough to freeze the air around him.

He immediately gave orders, directing his apprentice Tian Boguang to deal with the Huashan Sect disciple Xu Xingchen in front of him.

“It’s Master!!”

When Tian Boguang heard this, his body shook, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Boguang stepped on the [Inverted Triple Cloud] and every step he took seemed to leave a faint afterimage in the air. The speed was so fast that it was astonishing, and his body drew a graceful arc in the air.

Just like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey, it was aggressive and unstoppable. At the same time, it rushed towards Xu Xingchen on the opposite side like an arrow, and the single sword in its hand instantly burst into dazzling light.

"call--"

Tian Boguang just shook his wrist, and the single sword in his hand turned into a silver lightning, cutting through the air and heading straight for Xu Xingchen's vitals with a biting chill. In this attack, he not only used all his internal strength.

He also devoted his absolute obedience to his master's orders and endless hatred towards Xu Xingchen.

At this time, the old man sitting in the wheelchair had a weathered face but sharp eyes, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world. He quietly observed the situation in front of him and thought secretly in his heart.

When the old man in the wheelchair saw his proud disciple Tian Boguang flash and use the [Inverted Triple Clouds] light skill to pounce on his opponent as swiftly as a cheetah, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a satisfied smile at this moment.

However, the old man in the wheelchair immediately looked at Xu Xingchen, the young disciple from Huashan Sect, and was surprised to find that at such a critical moment.

The young man Xu Xingchen still maintained an extraordinary calmness and composure at this moment, with his feet firmly rooted on the ground and his body not moving at all, like an unshakable mountain.

"This kid..."

The old man sitting in the wheelchair muttered to himself, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

In his opinion, even an experienced martial arts master would find it difficult to remain calm in the face of the fierce attack from his disciple Tian Boguang, let alone a young man who was just starting out?

Could it be that Xu Xingchen was really frightened by the fierce and rapid attack of his apprentice Tian Boguang? But on second thought, he felt that this possibility was very small.

After all, if someone can be a direct disciple of the Huashan Sect's hypocritical Yue Buqun and can chase him here, his character and martial arts should be taught directly by his hypocritical master Yue Buqun. How could he be an ordinary person?

"cut……"

The old man in the wheelchair snorted disdainfully. Although his voice was light, it revealed his disdain for Xu Xingchen's current performance. However, the old man in the wheelchair's disdain was also mixed with a hint of curiosity and expectation that was not easily detected.