Wudang Mountain was located in the northwest of Hubei Province. It was connected to Xiangfan in the east and was on the south bank of the Han River. The scenery was beautiful and grand.
"Song Qingshu, are you still going to compete? Don't f * cking play dead. "Today, your Wudang Sect lost again. You're really useless. To think that your Wudang Sect is as famous as our Shaolin Temple. I didn't expect your third-generation disciples to be so useless. You can't beat me, yet you pretended to faint!”
A bald young man around the age of 15 or 16 stood in front of a group of bald monks. He stared at the group of Taoist priests opposite him with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
He had already defeated all the third generation disciples of the WuTang Clan.
In a daze, Song Qingshu felt as if someone was calling his name.
However, his head was still dizzy, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.
"Song Qingshu? Who's calling me, Wudang Sect? Where is this place?"
The warm sunlight shone on his face. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
He realized that he was being supported by a few young Taoist priests, and he was actually wearing the clothes of a young Taoist priest.
Why did my hand become smaller?
His body had also become smaller.
Where was this place?
Was it really Wudang Mountain?
Could it be that I've become Song Qingshu?
Holy sh * t!
Song Qingshu's brain exploded!
Transmigration!
Such a thing had actually happened to him, and he had actually transmigrated to Song Qingshu.
"As expected of Junior Brother Youliang, Martial Uncle Yuanzhen's favorite disciple. He's only been in the sect for a few years, but he's already defeated the WuTang Sect.”
"That's right. This Song Qingshu is simply a disgrace to the reputation of the WuTang Sect. He was defeated by Junior Brother Youliang in just ten moves. Junior Brother Youliang, I believe you will soon become a member of our Shaolin Monks."”
……
A few young monks chimed in. At this moment, they finally felt that they could suppress the WuTang Clan.
"No way, Song Qingshu was beaten up so badly by Chen Youliang? There was no battle between Song Qingshu and Chen Youliang in the original book. The plot has been changed?"
After a while, Song Qingshu, no, Song Qingshu finally understood what was going on.
Seven years ago, Zhang Cuishan had a misunderstanding with Shaolin Temple because of the Dragon Gate Escort incident. In addition, he had been missing for seven years, so many things were even more unclear.
Therefore, in the past seven years, the Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple had been fighting non-stop, causing many casualties.
Later on, in order to reduce the casualties of their disciples, the higher-ups of the two sects strictly prohibited their disciples from killing.
But after all, martial artists would have quite a temper, especially among the young disciples, where there was no lack of fighting.
Therefore, among the third-generation disciples, it was often inevitable that there would be private fights.
On the WuTang Sect's side, Song Qingshu had almost always suffered a crushing defeat in his private battles with the Shaolin disciples.
The reason was that Shaolin had one more…
Damn it, Chen Youliang?
But wasn't this guy Big Boss Yuan Zhen's disciple?
Moreover, he almost destroyed Beggar's Sect by himself.
He was also the number one enemy of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang.
Why would he appear here and even fight with her?
Song Qingshu was a little stunned. He wanted to stand up and fight back, but at that moment, a voice rang out in his mind.
"Host, how can you endure such humiliation? Please make one of the following choices!"
"Option 1: Defeat Chen Youliang. Reward: Nine Yang Divine Technique manual!”
"Option 2: Beat up all the Shaolin disciples and reward Yang Guo with the talent attribute of the Condor Hero!”
"Option 3, swallow your anger and be a coward. In the future, you will be a Wudang traitor and let the system despise you!”
Damn it, even without your options, I know what to do.
"I choose option two!"
After all, Song Qingshu was only ten years old, five or six years younger than Chen Youliang. His internal energy was slightly inferior.
In addition, he had lived like a prince and had almost never fought with anyone.
Just now, he had been careless and easily defeated by Chen Youliang. Then, in a fit of anger, he had fainted magnificently.
Coincidentally, Song Qingshu from the 21st century had also transmigrated at this time.
Although he had decided to defeat Chen Youliang, Song Qingshu did not have much confidence. He had never practiced martial arts before, so he was even worse than the original Song Qingshu.
However, he had the courage that Song Qingshu didn't have before, and he had to be ruthless when fighting.
Once a person was ruthless, their aura would increase a little, and their chances of winning a fight would also increase.
"I didn't lose! Again, Chen Youliang!"
Song Qingshu gently broke free from the support of a few Wudang disciples and stood in front.
He looked at Chen Youliang coldly and his body was on the verge of collapsing.
Anyone could tell that Song Qingshu was barely doing it.
He knew that his current martial arts would definitely not be able to defeat Chen Youliang. If he wanted to win, he could only rely on his strategy.
However, what no one knew was that Song Qingshu had already completely recovered with the help of the Divine Selection System.
Although he didn't know how to use his internal energy flexibly, Song Qingshu could still feel a powerful force in his body.
It was as if he could kill a cow!
With this power as his backing, Song Qingshu felt much more confident.
Looking at Chen Youliang, who was not much worse off than him, Song Qingshu felt a wave of disdain in his heart.
Could it be that the " outstanding " youth of the 21st century is inferior to a youth from ancient times like you?
I hate it when people show off in front of me.
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