Chen Yang asked.
The praises from the audience immediately decreased.
They could not help but curse in their hearts.
F * ck!
This little monk was pretending!
Even Yan Chongtian, the current number one disciple of Wudang Sect, was beaten to his knees by you.
Who would still dare to go up?
The five elements lacked a beating?
Or did he think he was more powerful than Yan Chongtian?
No one in the world was stupid enough to be beaten up.
That's why.
The entire hall was noisy for 15 minutes.
The elder in charge of announcing the results of the competition appeared on the stage.
"Since no one has challenged me, I hereby announce that this year's Wudang Sect disciple competition has come to an end. The winner is Fahai!”
The plaza was filled with cheers.
Chen Yang was not a disciple of Wudang Mountain.
However, he used his own strength to conquer everyone!
Are you not convinced?
If you win, the Small Reversion Pill will be yours, and we will cheer for you!
But do you dare?
You wouldn't dare.
Since he didn't dare, he would just hold it in!
Although the Wudang disciples felt lonely, that was all.
No matter what, the relationship between Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple was quite good.
The two families defended the glory of martial arts together.
"Please welcome Shaolin disciple Fahai to the stage to receive the award!”
The elder's voice rang out once again. It was extremely solemn.
Chen Yang held his head high and puffed out his chest, a smile on his face. He slowly walked down the stage and then walked towards Song Yuanqiao's podium.
He was overjoyed.
Song Yuanqiao had already flown out from the stands.
He landed on the podium.
With his hands behind his back, he had a faint smile on his face, looking very amiable.
Since things had come to this, saying anything else would only make Wudang Mountain seem petty.
Since there was a rule that outsiders could participate in the competition.
Moreover, Chen Yang had been fighting head-on from the beginning to the end. He had not played any tricks or secretly hurt anyone.
Song Yuanqiao, who was the leader of Wudang Mountain, should be happy.
Anyway, when Yan Chongtian decided to fight for the Small Rejuvenation Pill, his precious son Song Qingshu already had a slim chance.
Chen Yang walked forward and bowed to Song Yuanqiao.
"Congratulations, Little Master Fahai."
Song Yuanqiao said with a smile. His expression was elegant and his voice was gentle.
Wudang Mountain should have the magnanimity and magnanimity.
Song Yuanqiao gave them all.
Then, Song Yuanqiao turned his wrist, and a small jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The jade bottle was extremely exquisite.
Without even thinking, what was inside was the Small Reversion Pill that everyone dreamed of.
Thank you, Sect Master Song."
Chen Yang suppressed the joy in his heart and took the jade bottle.
Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and smiled. The rules of the Great Disciple Competition are there. You obtained the reward based on your own ability, so I should be the one thanking you.”
Chen Yang was confused.
Thank me?
I destroyed your place in Wudang Mountain and you're thanking me instead?
Song Yuanqiao stroked his beard and smiled, explaining,"Your appearance has made the current generation of Wudang Mountain disciples realize their own shortcomings. They will definitely not dare to be complacent in the future. On behalf of Wudang Mountain, I thank you for teaching them this lesson on behalf of our elders.”
So that was the case.
Chen Yang suddenly understood. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said humbly,""Sect Master Song, you're too kind. I was just lucky to win against Almsgiver Yan.”
With a change in style, Song Yuanqiao's face was filled with vicissitudes of life as he sighed,""Sigh, it's a pity that your fate with my Wudang Sect is limited. You've only just met, but you're already a member of the Buddhist Sect. A martial arts genius like you will definitely become a strong martial artist in the future.”
These words had a very high evaluation of Chen Yang.
He even bluntly said that he wanted to snatch people from Shaolin Temple.
Chen Yang was extremely grateful.
It was indeed as Song Yuanqiao said, they met too late.
If he had received Song Yuanqiao's invitation before obtaining the Fahai Inheritance.
Chen Yang would most likely be tempted.
Wudang Mountain had left countless stories in Jianghu, and it was very attractive to all the heroes who wanted to go to Jianghu.
Unfortunately, he was already a Buddhist.
Even if Zhang Sanfeng personally invited him, he would probably only be able to say one sentence.
Thank you!
Song Yuanqiao gently patted Chen Yang's shoulder and said,""I wonder if little master is going to continue to play in the mountains for a few days, or are you going to leave the mountain immediately?”
"This…I've been out for a long time, and Master's letter has arrived. I'm ready to go back now.”
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed across the depths of Song Yuanqiao's eyes.
During Chen Yang's time on the mountain, his precious son, Song Qingshu, had been taking care of him.
Now, after seeing Chen Yang's unlimited potential.
Of course, he hoped that Chen Yang would stay for a few days to build a more stable friendship with Song Qingshu.
Being able to get to know Chen Yang was beneficial to Song Qingshu's future in the martial world.
Of course, since Chen Yang said that he was going down the mountain.
Then he couldn't force her to stay.
However, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
At this moment, Song Qingshu, who had been watching from a distance, hurried forward.
" Little Master Fahai," Song Qingshu said," my grandmaster will come out of seclusion in ten days. Do you want to stay for a few more days?"”
Zhang Sanfeng is coming out of seclusion?
Chen Yang hesitated.
Zhang Sanfeng naturally wanted to see it.
Therefore, under the warm invitation of Song Qingshu and his son.
Chen Yang chose to stay for a few more days.
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