" Eighth group, Song Qingshu wins!"
As Mosheng Valley's announcement fell, Song Qingshu leaped down from the eighth ring in front of everyone.
At this moment, none of the disciples below the stage dared to look down on Song Qingshu, who was much younger than them and was a head shorter.
One by one, they stepped back to make way for Song Qingshu.
As for the gazes that were focused on Song Qingshu, they were no longer filled with contempt. Instead, they were filled with reverence.
Even Zhang Qingsong, who was a half-step Postliminary Realm expert, had been defeated by Song Qingshu. How could these disciples who had been knocked off the stage dare to be disrespectful to Song Qingshu?
After Song Qingshu left the arena, he returned to the viewing platform.
"Qing Shu! Good kid! You cultivated to the first-rate realm without saying anything, and you even hid it from your uncles. You're too bad!”
"Good fellow! Your Soft Palm is even better than your father's. You have a future!”
"You have the ability! When your grandmaster comes out of seclusion, he will definitely be overjoyed!”
Zhang Xisong, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu immediately went up to Song Qingshu and patted him on the shoulder.
"Uncle-Masters, you praise me too much! It's all because my father taught me well!"
Song Qingshu immediately replied humbly.
Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's old face turned red.
Even if it was advice, he had only given Song Qingshu a few pointers.
He didn't expect Song Qingshu to still be thinking of giving him face.
It seemed that he should really care more about this brat.
"Second Uncle, I didn't fail you!"
Song Qingshu walked over to the smiling Yu Lianzhou.
"Good boy, you're really something! When we go back later, Second Uncle will practice with you!”
Although Yu Lianzhou had lost the bet, he was genuinely happy for Song Qingshu when he saw him pass the first round safely.
Now, seeing that Song Qingshu didn't mention anything about the bet and didn't look smug at all, she liked him even more.
"Then thank you, Second Uncle, for your advice!”
Song Qingshu was delighted and immediately summoned the system.
"Ding! Choose target Yu Lianzhou. You can download the cultivation technique: Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill, Tiger Claw Cut-off Hand, Wudang Sword Technique.”
"You can download top-grade cultivation talents.”
"The current realm's download range is ten meters. The download time for a single item is one hour.”
The system notification immediately sounded.
Song Qingshu was delighted.
Although he couldn't download his skills this time, he could download a cultivation technique and a talent at the same time.
"Help me download Tiger Claw Extinction Hand and top-grade cultivation talent!”
Song Qingshu immediately decided.
The Tiger Claw Cut-Off Hand was also a fist and palm technique, which was very suitable for his top-grade fist and palm talent.
Especially in terms of actual combat, Tiger Claw Extinction Hand was definitely the most suitable martial art for him at present.
" Beginning download. Current download progress…"
As the system notification sounded, the download had already begun.
Next, Song Qingshu sat down next to Yu Lianzhou and watched the battles in the other arenas that had yet to determine the winners.
In many arenas, there was a fight going back and forth.
Although the competition was limited, the battle on the stage was chaotic. It was inevitable that there would be some friction, causing some disciples to be injured.
But one of the arenas had a particularly intense battle.
He saw a burly man fighting against three people on the stage.
The cultivation of the four of them was above the first-rate realm.
Especially the burly man, he was extremely ferocious and did not fall into a disadvantage even when fighting one against three.
Song Qingshu glanced over and received the information about the burly man.
Wang kui
[Age: 32 years old.]
[Cultivation: Early Houtian realm.]
[Martial Arts: Wudang Internal Strength, Wudang Palm Technique.]
From the memories in his mind, this Wang Kui was a relatively senior third generation disciple.
Although his aptitude was not good, the main point was that he was a martial arts fanatic. After more than ten years of bitter cultivation, he finally became one of the few Postnatal realm disciples among the third generation disciples.
Just as Song Qingshu was deep in thought, Wang Kui suddenly erupted. His palms were like raging waves crashing onto the shore. In just a few moves, he had knocked the other three people out of the arena.
"Senior Brother Wang Kui was able to win against three people alone.”
"Who do you think is more powerful, Senior Brother Wang Kui or Senior Brother Song?”
"Although Senior Brother Song defeated Zhang Qingsong, Zhang Qingsong's opponents were all unranked disciples. At most, they were third-rate disciples. Senior Brother Wang Kui's opponent was a true first-rate disciple!”
"Moreover, Senior Brother Wang Kui is in the Postnatal Realm! Senior Brother Song was only at the first-rate realm. How could he be a match for Senior Brother Wang Kui?”
"That's right. There's a big realm difference. How can Senior Brother Song be a match for Senior Brother Wang Kui?”
Seeing that Wang Kui had won, the disciples below the stage began to discuss intensely again.
Even though Song Qingshu was only fourteen years old, because he had won the first round of the competition, the disciples had no choice but to address him as Senior Brother, even if they were extremely unwilling.
However, Song Qingshu wasn't too proud of this title. He only focused on the download progress of the system.
"Ding! Downloading complete."
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