Soon, it was the day of the competition. On this day, bells and drums rang in unison, and there was a commotion.
Regardless of whether it was the Wudang Seven Heroes or the disciples, all of them were filled with anticipation and enthusiasm.
For the Wudang Seven Heroes, they would select some outstanding talents from the crowd of disciples to inherit their mantle.
Firstly, it would allow him to inherit his abilities, and secondly, it would allow him to look more glorious.
If they were lucky enough to choose a talented disciple and carry forward their abilities, it was not impossible for them to leave their names in history in the future!
To the disciples, this competition was also a rare opportunity!
As long as he could become a disciple of one of the Wudang Seven Heroes and inherit their legacy, not only would he be superior in martial arts, but his status would also be higher than his current status.
Who didn't want to stand out among the third-generation disciples?
At this moment, all the Wudang disciples had gathered at the Martial Arts Practice Field.
Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion, and Song Yuanqiao was in charge of all the affairs in Wudang. He stood on the viewing platform condescendingly.
The second hero, Yu Lianzhou, the fourth hero, Zhang Xisong, the sixth hero, Yin Liting, and the seventh hero, Mo Shenggu, stood on his left and right respectively. Even the third hero, Yu Daiyan, who had been silent for a long time after being paralyzed, appeared in the eyes of the disciples.
When Song Qingshu heard the bell, he immediately stopped cultivating and rushed to the martial arts practice field.
He sized up the martial viewing platform.
The talents of the few martial uncles appeared before his eyes.
Among them, Second Martial Uncle Yu Lianzhou and Sixth Martial Uncle Yin Liting's aptitudes were particularly eye-catching.
Yu Lianzhou
Age: 43 years old.
[Cultivation: Middle Connate stage.]
[Martial Arts: Wudang Nine Yang Skill, Tiger Claw Cut-off Hand, Wudang Sword Technique.]
[Cultivation talent: Top-grade]
Yin liting
[Age: 30 years old.]
[Cultivation: Early Connate]
[Martial Arts: Wudang Nine Yang Skill, Wudang Sword Technique.]
[Sword Dao Talent: Top-grade.]
Song Qingshu was overjoyed to finally see a top-grade talent in the sect.
As long as he could take down Yu Lianzhou's cultivation talent and Yin Liting's sword talent, his data would be barely enough.
With that thought, Song Qingshu walked onto the martial viewing platform.
"Father!"
"Greetings, Martial Uncles!"
First, he called out to Song Yuanqiao. Then, Song Qingshu cupped his hands and greeted the other martial uncles.
"Qing Shu? Why didn't you practice martial arts at home? What are you doing here?”
When the Seven Heroes, Silent Valley, saw Song Qingshu arrive, they were immediately confused.
It wasn't just Silent Valley. Even the others didn't quite understand what Song Qingshu meant.
However, Song Yuanqiao had yet to speak, so they could not say anything.
"Seventh Martial Uncle, I'm here to participate in the competition.”
Song Qingshu immediately replied.
"Participating in the competition?"
"Eldest Senior Brother, what do you mean? Qing Shu is only fourteen years old!"
"That's right! Qing Shu was so young, and he usually could not even hold his sword properly when he was practicing swordsmanship. In this competition, there were flashes and shadows of swords. If he was injured, what would he do?”
"That's right! It was said that those senior disciples had already broken through to the Postnatal realm not long ago. It was too dangerous to let Qing Shu compete with them on the same stage!”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned before they started to console Song Yuanqiao.
Although they were usually busy with sect affairs and rarely cared about Song Qingshu's matters, they didn't even dare to think about participating in the disciple competition at the age of fourteen.
"What is it? Song Qingshu, that little brat, was also going to participate in the competition?”
"No way! It was fine if this kid was usually arrogant, but this was the disciple competition. If he was not careful, he might lose his life. Wasn't this little wimp afraid?”
"Hey! Young Master's temper is nothing new!"
Some disciples with sharp ears heard the words on the stage and immediately snorted.
Most of them were in their early twenties, and the youngest was seventeen or eighteen years old.
In their eyes, Song Qingshu was no different from a child.
A child said that he wanted to compete with them on the same stage. Wasn't that a joke?
"This…"
Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao immediately hesitated.
Letting Song Qingshu participate in the competition was a decision he had made on a whim.
Now that he heard that a disciple had broken through to the Postnatal realm, it made him feel even more guilty.
After all, with his Soft Palm Technique, even if he was defeated by an ordinary first-rate disciple, he probably wouldn't suffer any losses.
However, it might not be the case against a Postliminary Realm expert!
If he suffered some internal injuries and affected his foundation, it would not be worth it!
"Thank you for your concern, Martial Uncles. These days, I have learned the Soft Palm from my father. My cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. I feel that I should be able to compete with all of you!”
"Martial Uncles, please rest assured. Even if we can't take the top spot this time, it's not a problem for us to get into the top ten.”
Song Qingshu immediately said calmly.
Of course, he was already determined to get the position of the champion.
He was just being humble.
But even so, these words were arrogant to the ears of everyone.
Getting into the top ten, is it really that easy for you to get into the top ten?
"Qing Shu, don't be willful! In this disciple competition, if you can't win against your opponent, you'll suffer a little bit. If it's serious, you'll be injured and break your bones. That's a lifetime of injury. You can go down first and wait a few years before competing!”
Yu Lianzhou immediately said angrily.
After all, apart from Song Yuanqiao, he was the most experienced here. Since Song Yuanqiao was indecisive, he naturally had to step out and say something.
"Second Martial Uncle, how about we make a bet? As long as I can pass the first round of the competition, you will accompany me to practice martial arts for a day.”
Song Qingshu immediately took the opportunity to state his conditions.
As long as he won the first round, he could download Yu Lianzhou's cultivation talent.
Once he obtained Yu Lianzhou's top-grade cultivation talent, his future cultivation would be much easier.
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