"Haha! Good! As expected of my big brother's son, you have some guts!”
"Since you want to bet, why don't I play with you?”
"I'll bet with you today!"
Seeing that Song Qingshu dared to propose a bet, Yu Lianzhou immediately agreed with a laugh.
There were more than 200 registered disciples for the third-generation disciple competition.
In order to simplify the process of the competition, the first round of the competition divided the 200 disciples into eight groups.
Each group would be on the same arena and engage in a free-for-all battle to determine the winner.
After that, the eight winners would draw lots and fight in groups.
In the end, the only winner was the champion of this competition.
Although it was only the first round of the competition, it was no less difficult than the finals.
After all, there were twenty to thirty people in the arena. After a chaotic battle, it was much more dangerous than a one-on-one battle.
However, Song Qingshu had Song Yuanqiao as his backer, so no one would dare to kill him.
Besides, even if there was danger, he could still protect Song Qingshu.
No matter what, as long as he could make Song Qingshu give up, it would be fine.
"Second Martial Uncle actually agreed?"
"Isn't that normal? Even that kid Song Qingshu wanted to pass the first round? It was obvious that Second Martial Uncle wanted Song Qingshu to give up!”
"Let's make this clear first. When we get on the stage later, no one is allowed to touch Song Qingshu. Let me, Zhang Qingsong, personally send this kid off the stage!”
When the disciples heard this, they immediately started discussing again.
In the end, someone even said that they would personally send Song Qingshu off the arena.
After all, this was Yu Lianzhou's secret instruction. As long as Song Qingshu could leave the arena unharmed and willingly, it would be a great merit!
Of course, no one would easily let go of this opportunity.
"It's Senior Brother Zhang!"
"I heard that Senior Brother Zhang is already half a step into the Postnatal realm. I wonder if it's true.”
"Of course it's true! Now, in the eighth group arena, he had basically been decided as the winner! If he says so, then no one in our eighth group will dare to touch Song Qingshu!”
The competition was divided into eight arenas. Song Qingshu had only registered now, so he was naturally placed in the eighth group.
Therefore, the disciples of the eighth group were particularly active.
"Silence!"
"The Martial Arts Competition of the third-generation disciples officially begins now!”
At this moment, Song Yuanqiao shouted loudly, and the martial arts practice ground immediately fell silent.
Then, it was time for the teams to compete.
Song Qingshu also leaped onto the eighth group's arena.
"Ha! Junior Brother Song really had guts, he actually dared to come up!”
Seeing Song Qingshu, who was one head shorter than him, go up on stage, Zhang Qingsong immediately praised him.
On the surface, it was a compliment, but his words were filled with contempt.
"Why not?"
Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly.
At the same time, Zhang Qingsong's information appeared in front of him.
Zhang qingsong
Age: 25
[Cultivation: Half-step Postnatal.]
[Martial Arts: Tiger Claw Hand, Wudang Internal Strength]
Tiger Claw Hand was also one of Wudang's orthodox martial arts.
Yu Lianzhou's Tiger Claw Hand was derived from this move.
Tiger Claw's claws were incomparably fierce and flexible. It could capture and restrain, breaking tendons and breaking bones was nothing.
Compared to the other martial arts of the Wudang Sect, it had a lower requirement for internal energy, and the actual combat effect was much better.
No wonder Zhang Qingsong was so arrogant.
"When I chase the others off the stage, you'll know why you don't dare!”
Seeing that Song Qingshu wasn't afraid at all, Zhang Qingsong felt a surge of anger in his heart. After saying those harsh words, he casually slapped a disciple beside him out of the arena.
"This…"
The other disciples were immediately frightened by Zhang Qingsong's unreasonable behavior. Then, they looked at each other and nodded, standing together.
"No matter how powerful Zhang Qingsong is, I don't believe that he can defeat so many of us.”
One of the disciples shouted, and everyone rushed toward Zhang Qingsong.
"Humph! You overestimate yourself!"
Zhang Qingsong smiled disdainfully. His aura soared, and he rushed into the crowd like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, killing in all directions.
The two sides were fighting, completely ignoring Song Qingshu.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu didn't get angry. Instead, he walked to a corner and sat down to meditate.
"Heavens! This Zhang Qingsong was too fierce! One person against twenty people, and he was actually not at a disadvantage?”
"What does that kid Song Qingshu mean by not attacking or running away?”
"He's just putting on an act. When Zhang Qingsong finishes off the others, he'll be in trouble!”
"Zhang Qingsong is a vengeful person. Just now, Song Qingshu dared to underestimate him. Although Zhang Qingsong didn't dare to kill him, this kid will definitely suffer.”
Of course, Song Qingshu had heard the words of the people below the stage.
However, he was unmoved.
He was still meditating on the spot like a boulder, condensing his qi and recuperating.
Very soon, Zhang Qingsong swept in all directions and cleared all his opponents out of the arena!
"Junior Brother Song, now do you know why you don't dare?”
After throwing the last opponent out of the arena, Zhang Qingsong looked at Song Qingshu and sneered.
"Finished?"
Song Qingshu slowly got up and asked casually.
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