Xie Junlin stopped Xue Yong's bleeding, and there were disciples below the stage who took Xue Yong down.
"As expected, today's highlight is Jun Lin and Qing Shu's match.”
Yu Lianzhou saw that Song Yuanqiao's expression wasn't good.
She quickly said something to ease the awkwardness.
Song Qingshu's behavior just now was a little too much.
He didn't care about the friendship between them.
If Xie Junlin did not make a move, there might be elders on the high platform who would make a move.
If that happened, Song Yuanqiao's face would be damaged.
"Sigh, second junior brother, you don't have to comfort me. Qing Shu is obsessed with Jun Lin. Perhaps letting them fight is the best solution.”
"Just the two of us watch carefully and don't let the two of them get hurt.”
After saying this, Song Yuanqiao paused for a moment before continuing slowly,
"After all, they are too far away. If anything happens, we will protect Jun Lin first.”
Yu Lianzhou was shocked.
Song Yuanqiao's biological son was below.
To be able to make Song Yuanqiao make such a decision, it was basically his master's will.
As expected, the talent that Jun Lin had shown in the past half a month had already attracted the attention of Master and Eldest Senior Brother?
In other words.
Wudang Mountain needed a capable third generation disciple.
……
"Finally, it's time for the content that I've been looking forward to the most today.”
Song Qingshu's tone was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
Then, he took out a piece of white cloth and wiped off the blood on the True Martial Sword.
"Of course, because you know that you might only have the chance to stand on the same stage as me today.”
"Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Or a week later? You can only chase after my back.”
Xie Junlin chuckled, not caring about Song Qingshu's gaze at all.
Xie Junlin only used two weeks to show his talent.
Now, everyone would admit that Xie Junlin was the most talented disciple of Wudang Mountain.
What Song Qingshu occupied was only his cultivation years.
"Bastard. How dare you say that?"
Song Qingshu's tone was filled with exasperation. With a longsword in hand, he charged straight at Xie Junlin.
What he couldn't see was that there was a halo around Xie Junlin's body.
A hundred times emotional halo.
Song Qingshu's anger towards Xie Junlin continued to ferment.
He was gradually losing his mind.
He saw Song Qingshu rush over.
Xie Junlin didn't back down.
His figure spread out, turning into a white-robed phantom that directly crashed into Song Qingshu.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two of them were still about a meter away.
Song Qingshu waved his sword, and Xie Junlin pointed.
In an instant, the two dazzling sword lights collided.
At the moment of collision, the surging internal strength was accompanied by a violent wind.
A layer of powder rose up on the square.
"Bastard."
Song Qingshu's eyes were cold.
Song Qingshu had also sensed Xie Junlin's cultivation level from the collision just now.
In just half a month, this guy's acupoints had at least doubled.
Damn it, since when did breaking through acupoints become such a simple matter?
Even Song Qingshu himself didn't notice that his grip on his sword had tightened, and veins were already popping out.
"Hit me."
Song Qingshu roared angrily. With a tap of his foot, his body shot forward.
Then, his wrist shook, and several cold lights flashed in the air.
Every cold light was aimed at Xie Junlin's vital points.
"It's not that simple."
Xie Junlin shook his head and opened his palm.
Then, countless sword lights bloomed in his hand like flowers.
It was a lotus flower.
A soft sword twirling around a finger, a lotus flower in the palm.
Facing the cold star in the air, the sword lotus on Xie Junlin's palm gradually bloomed.
A few sword lights floated out from it.
Bang bang.
The sword light and the cold star collided fiercely, and there was no difference at all.
"Is this the true intent of the Soft Sword?”
"Jun Lin has really been cultivating for less than a month?”
"Such talent in the Way of the Sword is inconceivable.”
Someone on the high platform exclaimed.
Many people had come to watch today because they had heard of Xie Junlin's talent.
However, when they saw it, they couldn't help but exclaim.
A third-rate expert had grasped the true meaning of a first-rate sword technique.
This was something that not many of the elders on Wudang Mountain could do.
"Soft Sword of the Twirling Finger, Thousand Reversal and Hundred Reversal."
Xie Junlin ignored the exclamations around him.
His attention was completely focused on Song Qingshu.
Even when he used sword moves, he did it as he wished, allowing the sword moves to move according to his heart.
Unknowingly, Xie Junlin's understanding of the Soft Sword around the Finger had deepened.
The next realm of this sword technique was perfection.
Then, he looked at Xie Junlin's move.
Countless sword lights automatically twisted and turned, starting from Xie Junlin.
They stabbed at Song Qingshu from all directions.
For a moment, all Song Qingshu could see was Sword Qi.
There was still anger on his face, as if he wanted to devour someone.
But in fact, it was to hide his fear.
Faced with a True Meaning realm's Soft Finger Sword, he had no idea how to counter it.
"Since we can't think of a solution through techniques, we can only use brute force.”
Song Qingshu felt indignant, but internal energy kept gushing out of his body.
He originally wanted to win beautifully, so he competed with Xie Junlin in sword techniques and speed.
But now, he realized that other than internal strength, he could not compare to Xie Junlin in anything else.
"This is so frustrating."
As Song Qingshu spun his body, the True Martial Sword in his hand began to draw on his internal energy.
In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu's body was surrounded by a barrier formed by the intersection of internal energy and sword qi.
Countless sword lights struck the barrier, creating dazzling sparks.
There were also sword qi that were deflected by the barrier and shot to the ground, leaving deep sword marks on the square.
When the surrounding disciples saw the power of the sword qi, they could not help but feel a chill down their spines. Some of them even doubted whether they could block such a sword.
But they all shook their heads in the end.
In fact, they had forgotten something else.
They were clearly here to see if Xie Junlin could challenge Song Qingshu's position.
It hadn't been long before Xie Junlin seemed to be suppressing Song Qingshu.
For a moment, Xie Junlin's impression of him became even deeper in the hearts of many disciples.
In the arena.
Song Qingshu suddenly felt the outside world relax.
He sensed it slightly.
As expected, Xie Junlin's sword qi had already been used up.
When Song Qingshu stopped, the surrounding crowd suddenly fell silent.
Then, there was a burst of laughter.
Song Qingshu didn't know what had happened.
However, his gaze drifted to the edge of the sword.
It reflected an unkempt appearance with disheveled clothes.
How could he still have the elegance of a direct disciple of Wudang Mountain?
Coo, coo, coo.
Song Qingshu was instantly stunned, unable to say a word.
Instead, the mocking laughter of the people around him grew louder and louder.
The 100 times emotional halo continued to exert its power.
In another instant, Song Qingshu's eyes turned red. Then, he raised his head and roared at Xie Junlin.
"It's all your fault. It's all your fault. You actually dared to make me lose face like this.”
Then, an unusually cold and violent aura began to emanate from Song Qingshu's body.
"Extreme Yin Sword."
On the high platform, Song Yuanqiao felt that his son's emotions were a little too intense.
But he didn't care.
After all, Song Qingshu had a past record, such as the time he had exterminated the mountain bandits.
Now that he and Yu Lianzhou were there, nothing should happen.
However, Song Yuanqiao still gave Priest Mu a glance.
It was Song Qingshu's own decision to become Priest Mu's disciple, and he didn't stop him.
Now, it seemed that learning the Extreme Yin Sword was not a good thing.
Of course, Song Yuanqiao didn't blame Priest Mu.
The Extreme Yin Sword was originally a martial art that magnified one's emotions. Using emotions to drive the power of martial arts was an idea that even Perfected Zhang had praised.
However, who would have known that Song Qingshu was such a gentle young master?
Behind Song Yuanqiao, Priest Mu was expressionless, as if he didn't care about what was happening in front of him.
However, if one looked closely, the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up a little.
This old thing didn't seem to have truly joined the righteous path just because of Perfected Zhang's existence.
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