Song Qingshu laughed coldly in his heart, then pretended to stagger, as if he was about to fall.
It made Chen Youliang and the Shaolin disciples laugh. They had finally taken revenge.
Over the past few decades, due to Zhang Sanfeng's status as the number one martial artist, the Wudang Sect had long been on par with Shaolin in the eyes of the martial artists.?
Although the two sects were both famous figures in the orthodox martial arts world, Wudang seemed to be surpassing Shaolin in recent years.
Therefore, regardless of whether Zhang Cuishan was involved or not, the feud between Shaolin and Wudang would erupt sooner or later.
Zhang Cuishan's incident was just a fuse.
Song Qingshu looked coldly at the seven or eight Shaolin disciples in front of him and sneered in his heart. Laugh, you won't be able to laugh in a while!
He had never been interested in Shaolin, whether it was the 21st century's Wine-Meat Monk or the Heavenly Realm.
The Four Great Divine Monks of Shaolin, apart from Kong Jian, all the others had an undeserved reputation. For the sake of some so-called reputation, they had actually been at odds with Wudang for decades.
The WuTang Sect didn't even bother with monks like you who only cared about shrimp and tofu. Instead, it was the Shaolin monks who kept finding trouble with the WuTang Sect.
What a bunch of narrow-minded monks. That was why Song Qingshu didn't have a good impression of these dirty monks.
These Shaolin monks were the disciples of the Hui generation. They had caused a lot of trouble at the foot of Wudang over the years.
As the young master of Wudang Sect's acting sect master, Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu naturally would not let it go so easily.
Hence, the first scene where Song Qingshu was defeated by Chen Youliang in a few moves made him faint from anger.
Chen Youliang's smile was even more smug. None of the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect were his match. When the time came, his master would definitely give him more rewards.
He might even pass on the Art of the Origin to him.
As for becoming a monk, this was just a temporary measure for Chen Youliang and his master. How could he only be a monk in this world?
"Come on, Song Qingshu! Let me teach you a lesson!"
Chen Youliang had been groomed by Cheng Kun all these years, and his strength was no less than the elite disciples of the famous sects like Shaolin and Wudang.
It was even easier to deal with Song Qingshu, who was six years younger than him.
Brat, you're still too inexperienced to win against me.
Chen Youliang held great enmity towards disciples of large sects like Song Qingshu, who had grown up with a silver spoon in their mouths. Being able to abuse them gave him a sense of accomplishment.
Song Qingshu was furious, but he knew that he only had one chance, so he was very patient and paid attention to the rhythm of his feet.
His body swayed left and right, making Chen Youliang even more pleased.
The third generation disciples of Wudang glared at Shaolin. They had long wanted to gang up on them.
However, the backbone of the WuTang Clan forced them to endure it. They looked at Song Qingshu in unison, hoping that he would not collapse again.
"Seeing that you can't even stand properly, I'll let you rest! Haha!"
Chen Youliang was very pleased with himself. He leaped up and was about to kick Song Qingshu's little face.
Chen Youliang was extremely excited about the fact that he had to hit someone in the face.
However, Song Qingshu had been watching Chen Youliang's movements attentively, and he was calm.
Seeing Chen Youliang's swift, fierce, and ruthless actions, Song Qingshu did not panic at all. He still maintained a calm heart.
"Danger! Quickly dodge, Qing Shu!"
"It's dangerous, Qing Shu!"
"That's too despicable. Chen Youliang, don't kick your face if you have the ability!”
……
The people from the WuTang Clan cried out in alarm. They had already anticipated the scene of Song Qingshu being kicked away.
The Shaolin people shouted one after another. Chen Youliang's lips curled up slightly. They were going to win again.
But was it that simple?
Chen Youliang saw the smile on Song Qingshu's face.
Why was this guy still smiling?
Could it be that his Tornado Sweeping Kick would be broken?
A thought suddenly appeared in Chen Youliang's mind, and he laughed in his heart.
This was simply impossible!
"Hmph, I've been waiting for you for a long time! This is the time!"
Although Song Qingshu looked very confident, his heart was already drenched in cold sweat.
He only had one chance. He was betting that he could catch Chen Youliang's momentary mistake.
As expected, with his cheat, he saw the slight flaw in Chen Youliang's kick.
Chen Youliang had misjudged Song Qingshu's situation.
Song Qingshu's movements became extremely fast.
A simple iron bridge easily avoided Chen Youliang's fatal kick.
"What is it? This is impossible!"
Chen Youliang was shocked. This Song Qingshu was actually able to dodge his kick?
Before Chen Youliang could finish screaming, Song Qingshu leaped high into the air and kicked him like a whip.
"Bang!"
This time, it was Chen Youliang's turn to be kicked to the ground, and he even bit the soil hard.
What the hell?
Everyone was stunned. They did not expect the ending to turn around so quickly!
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