"Well done, you and I are of equal status.”
"Now that you've started practicing martial arts, Daddy won't say that I bullied you anymore, right?”
"Today, let me teach you martial arts. But fists and feet have no eyes, so be careful."
A hint of excitement appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes.
Compared to Zhuo Yihang, Xie Junlin made him angrier.
It had been three years since Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo left the mountain.
In the past three years, he had missed Zhou Zhiruo all the time.
Similarly, the more he missed Zhou Zhiruo, the stronger his hatred for Xie Junlin became.
After all, when Zhou Zhiruo left the mountain with Heavenly Sword in her hand, her last glance was directed at Xie Junlin.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
A hint of cruelty flashed through Song Qingshu's eyes.
His body charged forward, his internal strength surging.
In just a few steps, he arrived in front of Xie Junlin. Then, his five fingers formed a fist, and his internal energy surged. A fist print was imprinted on Xie Junlin's chest.
It was the Wudang Pure Yang Fist.
"Thank you for being careful, Senior Brother."
Zhuo Yihang saw Song Qingshu's attack and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.
Xie Junlin's status was special. There was no second-generation elder in Wudang Mountain who did not like him.
Today's matter could be considered to have started because of him.
Not to mention Zhuo Yihang, Priest Zi Yang wouldn't forgive him even if he was his future master.
"Song Qingshu, you really overestimate your abilities.”
Looking at Song Qingshu's powerful punch, Xie Junlin used martial arts against his opponent for the first time, but he did not panic at all.
Xie Junlin stretched out his finger and turned it into a sword.
Then, two pure white sword Qi shot out and collided with the pure Yang fist.
Bang!
The two collided, sending rocks and rocks flying. There was another muffled sound, and air waves rolled.
Song Qingshu's robe fluttered in the wind, but his body remained motionless.
Xie Junlin could not help but take a few steps back.
After all, he had only cultivated for a week. Even with the halo of martial arts, there was still a gap between him and Song Qingshu, who had cultivated for several years.
However, the people around them were stunned.
In their eyes, their second senior brother, who had never cultivated before, was actually able to block Song Qingshu's attack by only taking a few steps back. This was truly shocking.
Senior Brother Xie had really started cultivating?
"At least 30 acupoints in the Third Tier.”
"Impossible. You've only cultivated for a week at most. How can you have such cultivation?”
Song Qingshu couldn't help but exclaim in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He believed that Song Yuanqiao would not lie to his own son.
Then what was with Xie Junlin's current cultivation?
Could it be that someone could open more than 30 acupoints in a week?
Don't lie. How could such a peerless genius exist in this world?
The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became.
Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and pulled his back, summoning a longsword in his hand.
The long sword was sharp and emitted a cold light. There was even a faint smell of blood coming from it.
It was said that after Song Qingshu's punishment ended three years ago, his temperament changed drastically and he gradually became manic.
In order to alleviate the violent emotions in Song Qingshu's heart, Song Yuanqiao planned to fight fire with fire.
Thus, he brought Song Qingshu down the mountain to exterminate the mountain bandits.
This process lasted for several months.
After Song Yuanqiao and his son returned, they did not mention this matter at all.
After a while, someone in the martial world discovered that all the mountain bandits on a nameless mountain had died in an extremely miserable manner.
Some people with extraordinary vision discovered that they had all died because of the Wudang swordsmanship.
However, because Wudang Mountain had never admitted to this matter, and those people were only bandits, this matter was quickly suppressed.
From the looks of it, with Song Yuanqiao guarding the formation, those bandits were very likely to have died under the tyrannical Song Qingshu's sword.
As expected, with the sword in hand, Song Qingshu's vicious eyes suddenly turned red.
His entire temperament had also changed towards cruelty and bloodlust.
Song Qingshu's sword moved, and countless air currents surged wildly. Sword light filled the air, and it was as if countless blades were revolving around Song Qingshu's hand.
Soft Finger Sword Technique, Initial Stage.
"Senior Brother Song, swords have no eyes. Usually, the disciples of the sect are not allowed to use sharpened blades when sparring.”
Seeing Song Qingshu's stance, the surrounding people knew that Song Qingshu was really angry and hurriedly shouted.
"Heh, if you only used the Pure Yang Fist, I might have had more trouble today.”
"But the Finger Twisting Sword Technique? Sorry, I know how to do it too."
Xie Junlin stared calmly at the sword light in Song Qingshu's hand.
In the eyes of Xie Junlin, the powerful sword light in the eyes of others was full of loopholes.
The Soft Sword was a first-class sword technique of Wudang.
Naturally, it had its own peculiarities.
The greatest characteristic of this sword technique was that it used powerful internal strength to force the blade to bend, making it as flexible as a soft sword and unpredictable.
And the sword light that Song Qingshu was displaying now was undoubtedly not able to grasp the essence of the Soft Sword.
Xie Junlin didn't need to consider this.
After all, Xie Junlin's Finger Twisting Sword Technique was at the great success realm.
The Brilliant Sword Heart Physique had a suppressive effect on the same sword technique.
Therefore, Song Qingshu had used the Finger Twisting Sword Technique in front of Xie Junlin.
That would be shooting himself in the foot.
"Huff huff huff."
With a thought, sword qi rose.
Xie Junlin only raised his palm, and an eye-catching sword light spread out.
It was also the Soft Finger Sword Technique.
The disciples who were shouting just now seemed to have their throats strangled.
Because no matter how they lied to him.
The sword light in Xie Junlin's hand seemed to be more dazzling than Song Qingshu's sword light, and it was also more ingenious and agile.
Countless sword lights were like nimble little snakes, constantly spitting out cold light, ready to launch the final attack at any moment.
"This is the Twisting Finger Soft Sword... the great success realm.”
Zhuo Yi Hang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
If anyone dared to say that this Senior Xie didn't know martial arts, he would be angry with them.
Even though he had become an inner sect disciple long ago, he could still choose any of Wudang's first-class cultivation techniques and martial arts techniques.
He had cultivated for one or two years, but he had not reached the realm of great success in a single first-rate martial technique.
This Xie Junlin, Senior Brother Xie, was clearly a model of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.
In Song Qingshu's eyes, the Sword Qi in Xie Junlin's hand was indeed getting sharper and sharper. It was like a wind blade that had been compressed to the extreme.
The sword Qi was clearly still a few meters away from him, but his exposed skin hurt.
Xie Junlin's cultivation was clearly not as high as his.
To be able to give him such a feeling.
That could only mean that Xie Junlin had a deeper understanding of the Finger Twisting Sword Technique than him.
But this bastard had only cultivated for a week.
"Bastard, go to hell!"
How could Song Qingshu accept this result?
With a furious roar, the sword qi in his hand was completely released.
For a moment, sword light shot out in all directions, turning into a torrent that headed straight for Xie Junlin.
Xie Junlin was already prepared, and his control of the sword qi was even more proficient.
With just a light wave of his palm, the whistling of sword light could be heard.
Bang!
The two sword Qi collided.
A loud sound rang out.
Then, a strong wind that was far stronger than before surged.
The surrounding disciples, including Zhuo Yi Hang, couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses and retreat.
It showed the power of the collision between the two sword lights.
When the wind dissipated, everyone could not help but look at the arena again.
Were any of the two personal disciples injured?
This became everyone's doubt.
When the smoke dispersed, everyone realized that there was only a long sword stuck in the middle of the field.
"It's Senior Martial Uncle's Pure Yang Dao Sword."
A sharp-eyed disciple instantly shouted.
The Great Martial Uncle was Song Yuanqiao, even though he was far from being the strongest among the second generation elders of Wudang Sect.
However, with his diligent cultivation, he had now reached the Connate Realm.
After that, he received the Pure Yang Sword bestowed by Perfected Zhang and was in charge of Wudang's affairs.
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