Murong Fu saw Song Qingshu hugging Wang Yuyan, and a nameless rage instantly rose in his heart.
They only thought that Song Qingshu had taken advantage of Wang Yuyan.
"Little pervert! Let go of my cousin!"
Murong Fu shouted.
The aura of a Xiantian warrior instantly erupted from his body. He waved his hand and stabbed his sword at Song Qingshu.
"Cousin, don't…"
Wang Yuyan shouted anxiously, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
Song Qingshu had saved her, and Wang Yuyan was worried that her cousin would hurt him, so she wanted to stop him.
But how could Murong Fu listen to him at this moment? This sword was extremely sharp and aimed at Song Qingshu.
"Hmm?"
Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with displeasure.
Was Murong Fu crazy? He attacked without distinguishing right from wrong. Since that was the case, he could not be blamed!
"Transformation Soft Palm!"
Song Qingshu hugged Wang Yuyan with one hand and used his other hand to deflect Murong Fu's sword attack.
His hand was as soft as cotton, and the movements of his palm seemed slow, but there was an inexplicable pulling force.
As for the incoming sword, it seemed to have been sucked in by Song Qingshu's hand.
"What kind of martial art is this?"
Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed with shock.
This martial art seemed to be Wudang Soft Palm, but it was countless times more profound than Soft Palm.
He had never seen or heard of it.
"Where did this young master learn from?”Wang Yuyan sighed inwardly.
Who could have created such a divine technique?
……
"This?"
Murong Fu was equally shocked.
He was in the middle stage of the Xiantian realm, while the perverted little thief in front of him was only in the Houtian realm.
With such a difference in cultivation, this kid actually caught a blade with his bare hands and neutralized his Murong Sword Technique?
This was impossible!
At this moment, Wang Yuyan hurriedly explained,"
"Cousin, I was almost humiliated by Yun Zhonghe. It was all thanks to this Young Master Song who helped me.”
However, Murong Fu's desire to win had already been ignited. His eyes that were looking at Song Qingshu shone with a burning desire to fight!
Today, he had to fight this little pervert.
Murong Fu did not listen to Wang Yuyan's words at all. He only wanted to ruthlessly defeat this brat in front of him.
Coupled with his cousin's intimacy with Song Qingshu, it made him even angrier.
"Yun Zhonghe is a Xiantian warrior. To be able to defeat him, Brother Song must be quite capable.”
"I would like to experience it!”
Murong Fu was so angry that he laughed, and his eyes were filled with provocation.
……
Seeing her cousin acting like this, Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed with a hint of panic, and she became even more anxious.
"Cousin, Young Master Song saved my life, how could you attack him?”
Wang Yuyan advised.
Seeing that her cousin was about to fight with Young Master Song, she became even more anxious.
"Shut up! Today, I must fight this little pervert!”
Murong Fu angrily rebuked. He was determined to ruthlessly beat this brat in front of him.
"You are not my match."
Song Qingshu smiled calmly.
"Arrogant!"
Murong Fu shouted angrily.
He was ranked 50th on the Azure Dragon List. How could he allow a Pre-Sky Realm kid to be so arrogant in front of him?
"Murong Sword Art!"
Murong Fu immediately used the Murong Sword Art passed down in his family to attack Song Qingshu.
With a swing of his sword, the sword qi surged violently. The sword qi produced a whistling sound in the air as it charged towards Song Qingshu!
"Humph! It's just a small trick!"
Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with disdain.
He raised his hand and used the basic sword technique. The same movement was like flowing water. Murong Fu's attack was instantly neutralized.
This basic sword technique had already reached the realm of divine sword technique. It was as if water did not leak out when he attacked.
"What a powerful sword technique?"
Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed with shock.
Although Song Qingshu didn't have any moves or stances, each of them could be considered a move!
Every sword strike was perfect and flawless.
"Not good!"
Murong Fu's eyes flashed with shock.
Seeing that his attack was so easily neutralized by this kid, a bad feeling arose in his heart.
Song Qingshu's attacks became even more intense, and he attacked him like a storm.
Facing the sword in Song Qingshu's hand, Murong Fu could only react in a flurry.
But soon, a cold light flashed at his throat. It was Song Qingshu who had pressed the sword in his hand against his throat.
Murong Fu was defeated!
At this moment, a few applause sounded.
"Young hero, good martial arts!"
It was Madam Wang, clapping her hands as she walked over.
Then, she looked at Murong Fu.
"To think that you are so arrogant. How do you feel about losing to a Pre-Sky Realm warrior?”
Madam Wang joked.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't bear to be humiliated, so he abandoned his sword and left.
Moreover, he couldn't afford to lose to this Hou Tian kid.
……
At this moment, Madam Wang also walked forward. She had been standing by the side for a long time and had heard that it was Song Qingshu who had saved Wang Yuyan.
Moreover, she could tell that Song Qingshu's martial arts were extraordinary, so she wanted to befriend him.
"I have to thank Young Master Song for saving Yuyan from danger!”
Madam Wang chuckled.
She looked at Song Qingshu with admiration.
If Wang Yuyan fell into the hands of Yun Zhonghe, it would be unimaginable. He had to thank Young Master Song…
"Young Master Song, why don't you come into the manor for a chat?"
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