Song Yuanqiao glared at Song Qingshu but didn't say anything. He quickly went to report to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Mr. Tie Qin rarely comes to the Central Plains. I'm afraid it won't be easy this time." Zhang Sanfeng sighed.”
He immediately led his six disciples out to welcome them.
Tie Qin Master He Taichong wasn't very old either. He was wearing a yellow shirt and had an elegant expression. He was the sect leader of a famous sect.
"Tsk, putting on an act. Your martial arts are so bad, yet you still have the nerve to let Grand Master personally welcome you.”
Song Qingshu pursed his lips. He didn't like this guy's posturing.
Behind He Taichong stood eight male and female disciples, including Xi Huazi and Wei Si 'niang.
He Taichong saluted and congratulated Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng thanked him repeatedly and cupped his hands in greeting.
Song Yuanqiao and the other six knelt down and kowtowed. He Taichong also knelt down and returned the salute, saying,""The Six Heroes of Wudang are famous throughout the world. How can we accept such a big gift?”
Zhang Sanfeng had just welcomed He Taichong and his disciples into the hall. The host and guest sat down and offered tea.
At that moment, Song Qingshu had already arrived at the Sword Comprehension Pool. He was the first doorman to welcome all the martial artists who had arrived.?
"My Wudang Sect is very grateful to all of you for coming from afar. This is Wudang's Sword Comprehension Pool. I hope you can store the weapons you brought here. When you are convicted of fraud, Wudang will definitely return your weapons.”
Although Song Qingshu spoke politely, there was a hint of coldness in his tone that made people not dare to act rashly.
"You're only a third generation disciple of Wudang. We're here to celebrate Perfected Zhang's birthday.”
"Right, I can't just hand over my weapons to you!”
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
……
Which martial artist did not view their weapon as their second life? Hence, they would never hand it over.?
"Impudent! Since you're here to celebrate my Grand Master's birthday, why don't you hand over your weapons?”
"Now it seems that your intentions are not pure. You still have the nerve to say that you're here to celebrate your birthday. You guys want Xie Xun's whereabouts, right? Or for the Dragon Slaying Saber?"
"If you want to bring your weapon, fine. As long as you can take three of my moves, you can bring it!”
Song Qingshu said coldly.
"I'll do it. I want to see how powerful the third generation disciples of Wudang are!”
A martial arts master at the peak of the Postliminary Realm walked forward and sneered,""Kid, your inner strength isn't weak. If it was your father, it would be better. Do you think you are your father?”
Song Qingshu sneered." I'm afraid you can't even take three moves from me. You still want to see my father? You're too weak!"”
" I'm your father's peer!" The man seemed to be enraged." How dare you be rude!"”
"I won't attack unless I'm attacked," Song Qingshu said calmly. This is the rule of Wudang. No matter where you come from, you should abide by the rules of Wudang.”
"What a sharp mouth," the man chuckled,"I wonder how good your hands are?"”
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingshu felt a sharp gust of wind coming from the front.
However, he was not in a hurry. He directly drew the sword at his waist and turned it around to cut down lightly.
He used the 'Sword' character of the Heaven Sword Dragon Slaying Technique.
The man made a sound of surprise and turned his body slightly. He extended his right hand and tapped Song Qingshu's wrist with his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't even look at him. He immediately drew his sword horizontally, and the " Heaven " Formula flew out of his hand, slashing at the man's arm.
Although the Heaven Sword Dragon Slaying Technique was created by Zhang Sanfeng casually, it was a result of a grandmaster's means and fate.
Every move of his was in accordance with the Great Dao of Nature. This martial art was divided into the Twenty-Four Words Formula, and each word was different.
The complexity and profundity of it was no less than any of the top martial arts in the world.
The martial artists who were watching the show felt a strong wind blowing against their faces. They could not help but take two steps back to avoid the sharp edge.?
Song Qingshu held a sword in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled as he stabbed at the Shenmen acupoint on the man's right hand.
It was the "Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God" that Zhang Sanfeng and his seven disciples had spent countless efforts to carve.
The man sneered and wrapped his right hand with his sleeve.
His sleeves were very wide, and it was unknown where his right hand was hidden.
Song Qingshu's sword missed. The man was overjoyed. He extended his palm from his left sleeve and flicked the sword in Song Qingshu's hand.
With a clang, the long sword let out a dragon's roar and buzzed.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He turned his wrist slightly, and the tip of his sword turned.
The man groaned and his finger hurt. His sword fell to the ground.
He floated back and looked at his blood-stained hand. He smiled bitterly and said,"A third-generation disciple is already so skilled, why would I need to go up the mountain and humiliate myself? Forget it, forget it, let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and down and disappeared.
"This fellow is quite straightforward. Fortunately, I wasn't careless.”
Song Qingshu had fought with him in a flash, but he had gone all out.
As for the other martial artists who were ten feet away, they were not affected at all.?
The precision of the two's attacks could be imagined.
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