"Soft Palm!"
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and waved.
His palm technique was as soft as cotton, but it contained a hidden force.
The palm strikes were continuous, and it was obvious that he had already reached some level.
This was the Soft Palm that had reached 20% progress.
Although there was a trace of the feminine power, it was still quite stiff.
Song Qingshu nodded slowly.
You must practice hard,
Reaching 100% in seven days was not a difficult task.
…………
After that, Song Qingshu also honed his Soft Palm in the back mountain…
Time flew by.
Seven days later.
As Song Qingshu swung his palm, the hidden force of the cotton palm seemed to be endless.
His movements were as smooth as water.
Clearly, he had already trained this Soft Palm to an extremely profound level!
Song Qingshu's eyes flashed.
"Ding! Soft Palm cultivation level reached 100%, received 1 strengthening times.”
At this moment, he could see that his Soft Palm had finally reached 100%.
"Attribute panel!" Song Qingshu thought to himself.
Song Qingshu: Seventeen.
[Cultivation: Houtian advanced stage.]
Martial Arts:
Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill (10%)
Wudang Swordsmanship (20%)
Soft Palm (100%) can be strengthened
Basic Sword Technique (Sword Dao Divine)
[Number of times it can be used: 1 time]
"Finally!"
Song Qingshu sighed.
After seven days of tempering, he had reached a hundred percent of the progress of this Soft Palm.
"Congratulations, Master, for strengthening the Soft Palm!”
At this moment, the system also gave a very considerate notification.
Song Qingshu was also looking forward to it. He really didn't know what the Soft Palm Sutra would look like after it was strengthened by the system.
"Strengthened Soft Palm!"
Song Qingshu nodded inwardly.
"Congratulations, Master, for successfully strengthening it. The Soft Palm has automatically advanced to the Transformation Soft Palm!”
As the system notification rang out, Song Qingshu felt as if a stream of air was flowing through his body.
In his heart, he was also extremely familiar with the Transformation Soft Palm.
It was as if he had practiced this Soft Palm tens of millions of times, and his proficiency in this Soft Palm had reached an unimaginable level.
Sensing the effects of the Skill Melting Soft Palm, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up.
This technique, the Soft Palm, contained the softness and hidden force of the Soft Palm. It could dissolve all the attacks of the opponent.
Of course, if the opponent's realm was too high, it still wouldn't work.
Song Qingshu was secretly delighted.
This Soft Palm had actually become so powerful after being strengthened. It was a pleasant surprise for him.
"It's time to meet Yan Chongtian!”
A look of confidence flashed through Song Qingshu's eyes.
Then, he said,
He immediately headed to the martial arts arena.
……
At the same time,
It was time for the final battle of the Wudang Tournament.
……
Yan Chongtian was already waiting in the arena, but he did not see Song Qingshu.
Many Wudang disciples discussed animatedly below the arena.
"Why isn't Song Qingshu here yet? Don't tell me you're afraid of Senior Brother Yan?"
"Seven days ago, that Song Qingshu wasn't afraid at all. Could it be that he's afraid after returning?”
"This Song Qingshu can't be afraid of the battle, right? After all, he was facing Senior Brother Yan!”
The third generation disciples of Wudang looked around but could not see Song Qingshu.
They all thought that Song Qingshu might be afraid of battle…
Yan Chongtian frowned as he listened to the discussion of the third-generation disciples.
However, he also remembered.
Seven days ago, Song Qingshu had faced him with indifference. Obviously, it wasn't because he was afraid of the battle.
"This Song Qingshu shouldn't be someone who's afraid of battle!”Yan Chongtian thought to himself.
"Hmm?"
Song Yuanqiao also frowned slightly. Why was his son not here yet?
"Big brother, where's Qing Shu? The competition is about to begin!"
The gazes of the other Wudang Seven Heroes were all on Song Yuanqiao, and a trace of worry appeared in their hearts.
The Wudang Grand Tournament was about to begin. Why was Qing Shu not here yet?
They naturally didn't think that Song Qingshu was afraid of stage fright, but they were worried that Song Qingshu might encounter some other accident.
"I don't know either!"
Song Yuanqiao said rather helplessly.
Ever since the end of the martial arts competition that day, his son often went to the back of the mountain to practice.
"Could it be that Qing Shu lost track of time while practicing?”Song Yuanqiao was somewhat puzzled.
Seeing the commotion among the third-generation disciples around the arena, Taoist Master Chang Feng, one of the three elders, looked displeased.
"There are no rules. If Song Qingshu doesn't come, announce Yan Chongtian's victory!”
Taoist Priest Changfeng said slowly.
"This?"
A hint of difficulty flashed across Song Yuanqiao's eyes.
If his son was defeated because of this reason, even he would not be willing to accept it.
However, since Daoist Priest Eternal Wind said so, Song Yuanqiao nodded even though he was unwilling.
"Good!"
Song Yuanqiao said somewhat helplessly.
If Qing Shu didn't come, he could only announce Yan Chongtian's victory...
At this moment,
Song Qingshu had finally arrived.
A commotion broke out among the third-generation disciples, and everyone's gaze was focused on Song Qingshu.
Facing everyone's gazes, Song Qingshu didn't show the slightest fear and strode forward.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
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