"Ahem…"
Song Yuanqiao was experienced and prudent. He coughed lightly twice to remind Zhang Songxi that there were other third-generation disciples here and to pay attention to his image.
At the same time.
He turned to Bai Lan with a complicated look in his eyes.
That's right!
Bai Lan's Wudang Long Fist had reached the great success stage!
Even he himself was only so-so.
"Fourth Brother,"
At this moment, Yin Liting spoke,""It's true that it's a long fist in the great success state, but your reaction is too big.”
The Long Fist was the Wudang Sect disciples 'entry-level fist technique. There were quite a few third-generation disciples who could cultivate the Wudang Sect's Long Fist to the Great Completion Level.
He didn't think Bai Lan was special.
However, Zhang Songxi's reaction surprised him. It was rare to see the other party's expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"That's right. My Ah Mu can also do it when he has mastered the Long Fist.”
Mo Shenggu, who was in his twenties, was the youngest of the Wudang Seven Heroes.
As he responded to Yin Liting, he patted the head of a youth beside him.
Bai Lan knew that this was the Ah Mu that Mosheng Valley had mentioned.
Ah Mu, Ah Mu.
He wondered what was the relationship between this boy named Ah Mu and Priest Mu.
The other teenagers were all about fifteen or sixteen years old. When they saw Bai Lan's long fist technique, they only glanced at her indifferently.
Obviously, this was child's play for them.
"It's different."
Zhang Songxi waved his hand.
Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu might not know Bai Lan's situation, but he knew it very well.
This kid had never practiced martial arts before, yet he was able to master the Wudang Long Fist in three tries. His talent was simply terrifying!
"Long Fist has reached great success. What about the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God?”
Zhang Songxi asked again.
"It's the same."
Bai Lan said calmly.
"Great success?"
"Um…yes."
Bai Lan wanted to say that it was perfect, but she remembered that she had just arrived at Wudang and was unfamiliar with the place. It was better to keep a low profile.
"As expected!"
Zhang Songxi was not surprised to receive this answer. The Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God was not a very profound martial art. Although it was stronger than the basic sword techniques, it was still limited.
"What do you mean?"
Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu were confused.
"Ahem."
At this moment.
Song Yuanqiao stood out and walked towards Bai Lan. Then, he smiled and introduced to everyone,"Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, Martial Nephew, this is Martial Nephew Bai Lanbai.”
"It's the new secular disciple that Fourth Brother took in yesterday!”
His expression was very complicated.
In just three tries, he had mastered both the Wudang Long Fist and the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God. There was no one else in the entire third generation of disciples who had such monstrous martial arts talent!
What kind of freak was this guy that Ling had picked up from the back of the mountain!
"The disciple you took in yesterday?"
Everyone noticed the key point in Song Yuanqiao's words.
"To be precise, it was last night.”
"Today is the kid's first day in Wudang Sect.”
Perhaps he felt that Song Yuanqiao wasn't clear enough, so Zhang Songxi added a few more sentences.
Yin Liting fell silent.
Mo Sheng Valley also came back to their senses.
On the first day he came to Wudang, he had already cultivated two martial arts techniques to the great success stage.
How talented was this young man called Bai Lan?!
"Brat, let me ask you, have you ever practiced martial arts before?”
A slightly plump teenager in his teens walked out.
Bai Lan couldn't help but laugh.
This little fatty was not as old as him, and his height only reached his waist. However, he was old and acted like an adult. He held a piece of floating dust in his hand, making Bai Lan unable to help but laugh.
However, when he thought about how the other party had entered the sect earlier than him, there was nothing wrong with calling himself senior brother. Thus, he stopped smiling and shook his head.
"No, I haven't. I came to Wudang to learn martial arts. If I had learned martial arts, I wouldn't have come.”
He said it lightly, but everyone gasped.
The few youths who were initially disapproving of it all widened their eyes at this moment.
"In other words, three times, only three times, and your Long Fist and Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God will be completed!”
The little fatty asked with a forced smile.
"Yeah, Senior Brother."
Bai Lan teased him." The first time, you'll learn the basics. The second time, you'll achieve minor success. The third time, you'll naturally achieve major success. Isn't this natural?"!”
The speaker was not serious, but the listener was serious.
Everyone's bodies trembled when they heard this.
One attempt at the beginner level, two attempts at the minor level, three attempts at the major level.
F * ck!
What kind of martial arts talent was needed to achieve this?!
"Don't! Don't!" The little fatty's face flushed red." You're my senior brother. I'm not worthy of being your senior brother!”
This little fatty was considered a top figure among the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect.
On the first day he came to Wudang, he gave himself a daoist name: Ziyang.
He was extremely talented in the path of the sword.
Although this fellow was narcissistic, he knew that he could not achieve the great success of the Gate of God's sword technique three times.
At this moment.
Everyone finally understood why Zhang Songxi had such a huge reaction.
He was really frightened!
At this moment.
A man in blue walked to Bai Lan's side. His eyes were filled with suspicion as he said,"I don't believe that you can easily master two martial arts by yourself!”
"You don't understand. Some geniuses are always unreasonable.”
Bai Lan smiled.
"Genius is not something that can be said out loud."
Song Qingshu's face darkened.
Why was this kid even more narcissistic than that little kid?
He did not believe that there was anyone in this world who could master the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God after practicing it three times.
There must be a foundation.
"What is that?"
Bai Lan asked back. There was no expression on her handsome face.
He was only telling the truth. Whether others believed him or not, it had nothing to do with him.
"Geniuses are made through fighting!"
Song Qingshu slowly unsheathed his sword, his gaze sharp.
"You mean, fight?"
Bai Lan was eager to try.
Although the system showed that he was just a rookie who did not even have the qualifications to walk the world.
However, it did not mean that he did not have the strength to fight.
He had the 13 Swords of the Gate of God in its perfected state.
Bai Lan also wanted to know what her current strength was.
He had once confronted a green wolf.
However, he did not know what it was like to fight with others!
Bai Lan really wanted to try!
"Clang!"
As Bai Lan finished speaking, Song Qingshu finally unsheathed his sword!
A bright white light flashed, followed by a clear sword sound.
"Song Qingshu of Wudang Sect, please enlighten me, Junior Brother Bai!”
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