Moreover, he had to be careful.
Yu Daiyan didn't know, but Xie Junlin did.
Song Qingshu was a traitor.
In the future, he would also kill Mo Shenggu of the Wudang Seven Heroes.
According to the friendship between the Wudang Seven Heroes, he had to let Yu Daiyan know about this.
Xie Junlin was afraid that there was no need for the Black Jade Intermittence Cream.
Yu Daiyan himself could stand up and strangle Song Qingshu to death.
Therefore, for the sake of his master's health.
Xie Junlin decided to deal with Song Qingshu himself in the future.
However…
Today should be Song Qingshu's final highlight.
After all, Zhou Zhiruo's feelings for him had been deeply rooted because of the emotional halo she had three years ago.
Xie Junlin didn't intend to play Zhang Wuji's indecisive trick, so Song Qingshu didn't have the chance to learn the Nine Yin Manual and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Poor child, he still had his last few days of glory.
……
Finally, it was the agreed time.
Song Yuanqiao stood on the high platform, his voice filled with a strong inner force.
"Today is the day to select our Wudang disciples to go to Shaolin for a competition.”
"In principle, three people will be selected, but it is better to have no more than one. In the end, only those with sufficient strength can represent Wudang in the battle.”
"Otherwise, our Wudang Sect would rather give up this competition so that you won't embarrass yourselves.”
"Now, third-rate cultivators and above can go to the square. The final candidates will be decided by the elders on the high platform.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire square erupted into an uproar.
Without waiting for the others to make a move.
On the high platform, Song Qingshu jumped down impatiently.
He stood in the middle of the square.
Instantly, the surroundings were in an uproar.
No one had expected Song Qingshu to step down from the start.
It had to be said.
Even though Xie Junlin had already risen to power.
However, Song Qingshu was still the number one expert of the third generation in the eyes of many disciples.
After all, his talent and years of cultivation were there for all to see.
However, once Song Qingshu went on stage…
Many disciples who wanted to go up were also unwilling to go up.
This was because Song Qingshu had shown his personality in recent years.
He was very ruthless. It was impossible for him to lay at home for a few months.
Then how could he go to Shaolin Temple? It wasn't worth it.
The disciples had many considerations.
However, the elders on the high platform frowned.
There was no problem in judging the situation, but losing one's courage was not desirable either.
Before Xie Junlin, there was really no one in the third generation of Wudang disciples that could be brought up.
Song Qingshu and Zhuo Yihang were the best of the best.
……
"Senior Brother Zi Yang, isn't Zhuo Yihang planning to go to Shaolin to see for himself?”
Song Yuanqiao already knew that Zhuo Yihang had officially acknowledged Daoist Priest Zi Yang as his master.
In fact, even Perfected Zhang already knew about this matter.
Once Zhuo Yihang came out of seclusion, he would become the third true disciple of Wudang Sect.
"Kid Zhuo's cultivation is too low now, so it's not suitable for him to go out and roam the martial world.”
Priest Zi Yang shook his head. He planned to take Zhuo Yihang to the Sky Mountain after he came out of seclusion.
Daoist Priest Zi Yang had divined that Zhuo Yihang's opportunity was in that direction.
"Yes, a disciple has come out."
"It's Xue Yong, ranked second in the inner sect.”
"I have an impression of this Xue Yong. He's skilled in the second-rate Wudang cotton palm technique and has already touched the great success realm.”
"Oh? If it had already reached the great success realm, it would still be worth watching.”
All of a sudden, the elders on the high platform began to discuss animatedly.
In the square below, someone finally stood up again.
It was Xue Yong whom the elders had mentioned.
Xue Yong was an honest-looking youth. His palms were thick, and it was obvious that he was good at hand martial arts.
Song Qingshu only gave him a contemptuous glance. He propped his True Martial Sword on the ground and slowly said,
"Don't waste my time. He would perform a set of fist techniques and then go down by himself.”
Xue Yong's face darkened, and his eyes were filled with anger.
Even a direct disciple of Wudang Sect couldn't look down on him like this.
Xue Yong cupped his fists and said in a deep voice,
"Senior Brother Song, please enlighten me."
After he finished speaking, Xue Yong's internal strength rolled and surged into his palm.
A thick aura instantly rippled out.
Then, Xue Yong's palm landed, and a light palm print appeared.
However, the palm print was extremely fast. When it reached the middle, it carried a fierce aura.
The extreme of softness produces hardness, and hardness and softness are combined.
It was the realm of the True Meaning of the Cottage Palm.
"As expected, the cotton palm focuses on softness."
"However, the true meaning of the cotton palm requires both hardness and softness. This kid has indeed stepped into the great success realm of the cotton palm.”
"No wonder this kid wants to go up on stage and give it a try.”
On the high platform, another elder stroked his beard and laughed.
"Almost."
Song Qingshu stared coldly at the palm print that was whistling toward him.
He straightened his body slightly and pulled out his sword.
In an instant, a dazzling sword light shot out.
The Soft Sword of the Twisting Finger was at the realm of great success.
In the next second, the dazzling sword light collided with the palm print.
Bang!
The sword light and palm print were like fragile glass. They shattered and disappeared into smoke.
During this period of time, Xie Junlin was not the only one who had improved.
Under Priest Mu's guidance, Song Qingshu had also reached the great success stage of the flexible sword.
As for why he wanted to improve the Twisting Finger Sword Technique, it was naturally to regain his face from half a month ago.
Song Qingshu didn't stop after that slash.
He wanted to defeat everyone who dared to enter the ring in the cleanest way possible.
Including Xie Junlin.
Whoosh.
Song Qingshu placed his internal strength on his feet, and only an afterimage could be seen on the square.
In just an instant, Song Qingshu had already raised his sword and arrived in front of Xue Yong.
Xue Yong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his palm to defend.
However, Song Qingshu's second-rate cultivation gave him too many advantages.
The higher his cultivation level, the better his body, the faster his speed, and the fiercer his attacks.
As expected.
Xue Yong's palm had just raised halfway when the True Martial Sword in Song Qingshu's hand stabbed over.
His internal strength spread out, and sword light flashed.
It shot straight at Xue Yong's right chest.
Puchi.
The two of them finally came into contact.
Then, a strong wind blew and smoke filled the air.
Everyone only heard the sound of the sword light piercing through flesh.
All the disciples around the square leaned forward, wanting to see where Song Qingshu had stabbed.
The smoke finally dispersed.
The scene in the square was finally revealed to everyone.
Song Qingshu stabbed out with his sword, but Xue Yong caught it between two fingers of his right hand.
When a body of flesh and blood collided with a steel sword, it was naturally impossible for nothing to happen.
On the square, Xue Yong's face was pale, and his two fingers were already dripping with blood.
Song Qingshu's eyes darkened.
Not being able to defeat Xue Yong in one move made Song Qingshu feel humiliated.
Song Qingshu immediately turned his sword horizontally, wanting to cut off two of Xue Yong's fingers.
This method was a little cruel.
This world's medical skills had also greatly developed.
There was even a martial art like the Icy Heart Secrets that could revive the dead.
However, for Xue Yong, once his finger was broken, he would be able to do so.
He could forget about practicing palm techniques for the next half a year.
At this moment, a figure jumped down from the high platform.
It was extremely fast.
His internal energy gently tapped on Song Qingshu's True Martial Sword.
The True Martial Sword trembled violently.
Xue Yong's fingers naturally loosened, and he could not help but stagger backward.
"Xie Junlin, it really is you."
"You're finally willing to come down."
Song Qingshu's attack was blocked. His eyes darkened as he stared at the white-robed figure.
It was Xie Junlin.
Whoosh.
The surrounding disciples immediately became noisy, and the atmosphere exploded.
This was the stage for the two of them.
(Please give me some flowers.) Kid will definitely work hard.
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