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After memorizing all the martial arts, Song Qingshu cupped his hands and thanked him."Thank you for the inheritance, senior."
"You're welcome. This is the inheritance token of our Carefree Sect, the Seven Treasures Ring.”Wu Yazi took out a ring and threw it to Song Qingshu.
Although Song Qingshu would not specialize in the Northern Dark Divine Art, and Ding Chunqiu was already dead, Wu Yazi did not need to transfer his cultivation to the other party, so he naturally would not die on the spot, he felt that he no longer had the face to be the sect master of the Carefree Sect.
As a result, the Seven Treasures Ring was a ring made of seven-sided gemstones. Song Qingshu took it and put it on his thumb.
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Time passed, and Song Qingshu continued to head toward the Forbidden Mountain. Along the way, he heard a rather interesting piece of information.
Ye Gucheng and Cao Zhengchun had a shocking battle by the Suzhou River.
Ye Gucheng was once the first in the Dragon Rise and later entered the Peerless Realm. He had been cultivating in seclusion for the past three years and was indifferent to the martial world. However, a few days ago, he had a shocking battle with Cao Zhengchun, the 17th Grandmaster on the Divine Roll and the Governor of the East Chamber of Great Zhou.
The ending shocked many people. Cao Zhengchun was no match for Ye Gucheng!
In this way, the younger generation in the martial arts world of China would truly step onto the stage.
The white-robed Asura and the True Martial Sword Immortal, Song Qingshu.
White Cloud Sword Saint, Ye Gucheng.
Heartless Sword God Ximen Chuixue.
The three peerless swordsmen were also the representatives of the younger generation.
Song Qingshan and Ye Gucheng's Pact of the Forbidden City was about to arrive. Naturally, it caused an uproar in the entire martial arts world of the Hua Continent. Countless people rushed to the Forbidden Mountain.
In fact, other than these motley crew, many experts and seniors had also come.
Finally.
It was May 11th.
The Forbidden Mountain.
Ximen Chuixue stood there with his sword in his arms. A cool breeze blew his hair, and his white robes fluttered in the wind. He was still as cold and emotionless as ever. He stood there with his eyes closed, like a sword that did not move at all.
There were no less than 20,000 people at the foot of the Forbidden Mountain. They had gathered together and were discussing animatedly. The topic of their conversation had always revolved around who would emerge victorious between Song Qingshu and Ximen Chuixue.
Although two years ago, Song Qingshu had used his remnant sword intent to suppress Ximen Chuixue's sword intent, two and a half years had passed since then. Moreover, Ximen Chuixue's reputation in the pugilistic world was growing. He had even defeated a grandmaster on the God roll a few days ago.
Hence, the two of them were in a daze.
The two of them competed with their swords.
There was still a huge suspense.
Who would emerge victorious was a question that lingered in everyone's heart.
The people who came to watch the sword competition were all people who had mixed in with the martial world. There were quite a number of people, tens of thousands of people. There were more than 20,000 people at the foot of the mountain alone, and there were also quite a number of people halfway up the mountain.
The people who were halfway up the mountain were all famous in the game. Most of them were second-rate experts. First-rate experts led their juniors.
The people at the top of the mountain were the real experts. The weakest among them was at the Connate Realm, or they were the family members or descendants of these experts.
There were actually two to three hundred people.
Almost all the people who had surrounded Light Summit were present, and there were even some more people.
Zhu Budian was ranked tenth on the Divine Roll.
Also, just by standing there, he could feel the unparalleled fist intent. The leader of the Power Gang, Li Chenzhou, was ranked fourth on the Divine Roll of Grandmasters!!!
Qiao Feng, who was full of heroism.
There were also many martial arts seniors present.
However, what was surprising was…
There were many people from Shaolin.
There were more than ten Xuan generation senior monks, eighteen Kong generation senior monks, and the senior Shaolin monks, Zen Master Great Compassion, who was ranked seventh on the Divine Roll of Grandmasters!
This lineup didn't look like they were here to watch a ceremony at all.
Some of the people who knew the truth had strange expressions on their faces. Were they here to kill Song Qingshu?
Three years ago, Song Qingshu had resolved the siege of Qiao Feng in Juxian Village and killed two eminent monks of Shaolin's Xuan generation.
Shaolin naturally would not let it go. They immediately sent people to Wudang to ask Zhang Sanfeng to hand him over.
Taoist Priest Chongxu was still alright. He had a gentle temper and was very reasonable.
However, the monk had a very stubborn temper, so he naturally wouldn't listen. If he handed Song Qingshu over, this matter wouldn't end.
However, Priest Mu wasn't a man who would let the monk off easily. He directly flicked his sleeve and sent the monk flying.
Later on, Shaolin and Wudang had a few conflicts.
However, Shaolin Temple never gained the upper hand. No matter if it was the lower-class or the higher-class, all the lower-class Wudang disciples were practicing divine martial arts. As for the higher-class disciples, Priest Mu, the sixth on the grandmaster list, was not afraid of them.
Fortunately, both sides had been restraining themselves.
Although Wudang's overall strength was not as good as Shaolin's, Zhang Sanfeng was too strong. Shaolin did not want to start a fight easily.
Until today.
The Shaolin Temple went straight up the Forbidden Mountain, clearly planning to surround and capture Song Qingshu.
Many people were thinking about it.
Everything was waiting for Song Qingshu's arrival.
Many people were looking forward to today's event.
Time slowly passed…
At this moment, an uproar broke out at the foot of the mountain.
A white-robed young man with a sword in his hand appeared. He was as ethereal as an immortal as he ascended to the sky and walked in the void. Every step he took produced lotuses as he walked in the void toward the peak of the mountain.
"Song Qingshu is here!"
Someone shouted, and everyone turned to look at Song Qingshu, who was walking through the air.
They were all shocked and sighed.
Even the experts of the older generation were amazed.
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