"This young man…"
Song Yuanqiao sized up Tang Yi.
The young man was dressed in white and carried a long sword on his back. His eyes were bright like stars and his eyebrows were sharp like swords. He was really heroic.
Moreover, the young man didn't show any fear in front of him and his son. He even dared to scold them in front of him. Clearly, he had some real ability.
"Kid, what's wrong with eating your chicken?”
"Do you see the silver on the ground? It's yours now. It's enough for you to eat ten meals. You won't lose out.”
Song Qingshu didn't think it was a big deal.
He had already given them the money, so this matter could be settled.
"Then I should thank you?"
Tang Yi asked coldly.
The young man in front of him was obviously a young master of an aristocratic family. He was generous and arrogant. He liked to spend money to settle everything. This kind of person was really annoying.
"There's no need to thank me. I think you're also a member of the martial arts world. I'm sure you've heard of the Wudang Sect's Song Qingshu.”
Song Qingshu said proudly.
In the pugilistic world, the name Wudang Sect represented Mount Tai and the Big Dipper. It also represented the righteous path of the pugilistic world. Anyone would give face to it. Otherwise, they would be making an enemy of the pugilistic world and the righteous path of the world.
"WuTang Sect? Song Qingshu?"
Tang Yi was stunned for a moment before he sneered.
So it was Song Qingshu, the second generation of chivalrous man.
Needless to say, the person beside him was definitely Song Yuanqiao.
"Now you know how powerful I am?"
Song Qingshu said proudly.
He had already begun to plan in his heart how to get Tang Yi to leave as soon as possible and make room for him to spend the night here.
"I hate it when people touch my things. However, for the sake of Perfected Zhang, I won't lower myself to your level. Now, take your stinking money and get lost!”
Tang Yi said word by word.
Every word was like a hammer that hammered on the other party's heart.
"Say it again if you have the guts!"
Song Qingshu flew into a rage, his right hand already gripping the hilt of his sword.
Who was he? It was already good enough that he didn't take the initiative to bully others. He even threw out an ingot of silver.
However, the other party actually did not know what was good for him. It was fine if he did not thank him, but he even asked him to get lost in front of him. It was simply preposterous.
"I told you to get lost. Are you deaf?"
Tang Yi looked at Song Qingshu as if he was looking at an idiot.
He didn't have a good impression of Song Qingshu to begin with, so this time, he spoke even more rudely.
"You're looking for a beating!"
Song Qingshu unsheathed his sword and stabbed at Tang Yi.
Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God!
It was a rather exquisite sword technique with a total of thirteen moves. Every sword strike was aimed at the Shenmen acupoint on the wrist. Once the enemy was struck by the sword, they would have no strength at all and would be at the mercy of others.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Song Qingshu struck out with his sword continuously, and the sword light in the ruined temple flickered.
His every sword move was very standard, his posture was graceful, and his sword technique was agile. Even the most picky person would not be able to find any flaws. It was enough to show that he had a solid foundation.
"Very good."
Song Yuanqiao's face was filled with relief.
His face was filled with the love of a father for his son.
He had long seen that Tang Yi was acting suspiciously. It was good to let his son test him. If there was any danger, he would be by his side and could help at any time.
"I gave you face!"
Tang Yi's face was filled with anger.
He turned into an afterimage, passing through the dense sword light and appearing in front of Song Qingshu. He raised his right hand, which bloomed with blue light, and struck out with his palm.
"Innate True Qi!"
"He's a Xiantian expert!"
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao jumped in fright.
How could he have thought that the other party was a Xiantian expert at such a young age?
At this moment, it was already too late to stop him.
Pa!
A crisp sound echoed through the night sky from the ruined temple.
Song Qingshu was like a baseball that had been sent flying. His entire body shot toward the wall. With a boom, he crashed into a large hole and fell into the dark night.
"Qing Shu!"
"How are you?"
Song Yuanqiao was like a lion protecting its cub. He rushed over and carried his son, sending the Wudang Sect's pure Yang true qi into his body.
" Father…my face hurts…my face hurts…"
Song Qingshu was like a wronged child, looking at his father with tears in his eyes.
His handsome face was now swollen like a pig's head. The bright red five-finger mark was still vivid in his mind. He could not muster any strength at all. His internal energy had been scattered by that slap.
"Don't be afraid. It's just a flesh wound. It'll heal in a few days.”
Song Yuanqiao knew a little about medicine. Although the other party's slap was very heavy, his son's life was not in danger.
It was obvious that the other party was wary of the Wudang Sect, which was why he had shown mercy. He was not a rash person.
"The horses outside are yours, right? Leave one behind and take your money.”
Tang Yi kicked the silver in front of the other party and pointed at the horse outside the door.
The other party had eaten his roast chicken and even spoke rudely, leaving him hungry. He had already done his best by not taking their lives and only leaving a horse behind.
"Little friend, you've gone too far."
Song Yuanqiao stood up, his eyes blazing with flames of war.
He hit his son in front of him and even threatened to detain his horse. How could he tolerate it!
So what if he was in the Xiantian Realm? He was also in the Xiantian Realm! Furthermore, he was at the peak of the Xiantian Realm! Would she be afraid of him?
"What's wrong? You want to fight?"
Tang Yi started to move his wrists.
During this period of time, he had been unblocking his meridians here.
He had already opened 11 of his 12 meridians and was only one meridian away from becoming a grandmaster. His strength was no longer the same as before. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a half-step grandmaster.
"You're so young and full of evil aura. What's your relationship with Star Constellation Eccentric?”
Song Yuanqiao walked into the dilapidated temple and stood in front of Tang Yi. He drew his sword and opened his legs. He looked straight ahead and displayed the starting stance of the Wudang sword technique.
"Star Constellation Eccentric?"
Tang Yi snorted.
On second thought, when he went to the city to purchase food, there were rumors that Star Constellation Eccentric had come to the Central Plains. Now that Song Yuanqiao had also mentioned this matter, it seemed that it was not groundless.
"If I'm not wrong, you're the one who stole Heavenly Sword, right?”
Song Yuanqiao said boldly.
Mistress Miejue had said that the enemy was a young man in white, with a devilish aura and blue Xiantian True Qi. The person in front of him completely fit the criteria.
"You're thinking too much."
Tang Yi was not stupid enough to admit that he had taken Yitian.
With a light leap of his toes, a long sword jumped into his hand. It was the sword that Song Qingshu had used to strike him down.
"Nine Palace Chain Sword!"
Song Yuanqiao raised his sword and stepped forward.
He had learned from Zhang Sanfeng since he was young. His swordsmanship was high and his skills were deep. He was the second most powerful person in Wudang.
At this moment, he brandished his sword, and sword qi instantly swept across the ruined temple, sending sand and stones flying.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Tang Yi shouted and blocked with his sword at the same time.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Instantly, swords came and went in the ruined temple, cold and piercing.
Song Yuanqiao's Nine Palace Chain Sword was linked together, appearing endlessly.
Every sword had a powerful trump card hidden behind it. The sword was connected like a long river, flowing endlessly with shocking power.
The two of them were both Xiantian Lords, and the more they fought, the more intense it became.
In the beginning, it was just a competition of sword techniques. Later on, he used his Xiantian True Qi and the sword qi in the ruined temple was rampant.
Sharp sizzling sounds rang out continuously.
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