Chen Yang was surprised.
He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and carefully examine Song Qingshu.
Could it be that this kid…had some strange fetish?
Masochistic tendencies were not a good habit!
Before he had broken through, he could casually punch Song Qingshu.
After breaking through, it would be even simpler.
This small body was simply not enough to look at.
This guy actually dared to challenge him?
"Is this…true?"
Chen Yang asked, afraid that he had been sitting there for too long.
"Of course, it's true. I know that I'm far from being as strong as little master, but as the saying goes,'Know your shortcomings and strive forward'. It's one thing if you can't beat me, but if you fight, you can see your own shortcomings. That's what I want.”
Song Qingshu grinned, looking especially relaxed.
He spoke sincerely and humbly.
Since Song Qingshu had already put it this way, Chen Yang naturally couldn't refuse.
It was just that he had to restrain his strength when he attacked.
Anyway, he had nothing to do.
The two of them found an empty space and set up their formation.
Chen Yang clenched his fists, and the thick power in his body burned. He enjoyed it very much.
On the other side, Song Qingshu took out his three-foot-long blade and stood upright.
"Little Master Fahai, I hope you can point out my shortcomings," said Song Qingshu.”
Chen Yang nodded.
"Benefactor Song, be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang suddenly exerted force under his feet and moved as fast as lightning!
Song Qingshu's eyes turned cold. He suppressed the fear that surged into his heart and charged forward with his sword in hand.
"Wudang Swordsmanship!"
Song Qingshu suddenly shouted, directly using his trump card.
He didn't dare to relax. He knew that he couldn't win, so he had to go all out.
However, it didn't seem to have any good effect.
The two figures collided.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion sounded.
The heavy sword Qi that was created by the sword technique was instantly turned into dust by the punch!
All of them shattered!
Song Qingshu's body was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree trunk.
"Too strong…"
Song Qingshu coughed out a little blood and struggled to get up from the ground. When he thought of the scene just now, he felt a lingering fear.
Chen Yang slowly walked towards him and said,""Almsgiver Song, your swordsmanship is not bad.”
Song Qingshu was taken aback. He forced a smile and asked,""Little Master Fahai, how much strength did you use in that punch just now?”
"Ten percent."
Chen Yang said.
Song Qingshu had seen how he defeated Yan Chongtian on the stage, so if he had to care about his face now, he would be disrespecting Song Qingshu.
Since he came to learn with an open mind, he naturally had to treat him sincerely.
However…
This 10% was actually quite high.
In fact, he didn't even use 10%…
However, he couldn't go any lower. That would hurt his self-esteem.
Song Qingshu grinned, feeling ashamed.
Only ten percent?
How could the difference be so great?
Song Qingshu sighed silently.
Chen Yang patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
Then, he said softly,"Almsgiver Song, you don't have to be like this. People only need to compare themselves."”
Song Qingshu raised his head, lost in thought.
"Your swordsmanship has already reached a certain level. If you were to fight someone of the same cultivation level, you would pose a great threat to your opponent.”
"The only flaw is that you are too stubborn in your swordsmanship. You are obsessed with the power of your swordsmanship and have neglected the cultivation of your own physique and strength.”
"That's why the sword technique you displayed seemed strong on the outside but weak on the inside.”
"The sword aura is indeed sharp, but the damage that can be done is actually not maximized.”
"Practicing the sword is also to temper one's mind. You can't place all your hopes on one martial art.”
"If you concentrate on tempering your body and increasing your strength, the power you can bring even without using your sword technique will be terrifying.”
"Just like that simple and unadorned punch of mine.”
"Does Benefactor Song understand what I'm saying?”
Chen Yang said calmly.
"Thank you, little master!"
Song Qingshu nodded repeatedly, as if he had seen the blue sky after the clouds were parted.
……
In the blink of an eye, two days later.
The day Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Mountain, came out of seclusion.
Song Qingshu came to the VIP building and called out to Chen Yang.
The two of them headed to the back of the mountain.
Along the way, Song Qingshu's face was filled with anticipation, but there was also a hint of worry.
But Song Qingshu didn't say anything, so Chen Yang didn't ask anymore.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the back of the mountain.
At this moment, dozens of figures stood solemnly outside a stone door at the back of the mountain.
Upon closer inspection, they were all famous figures of Wudang Mountain.
Of course, the Seven Heroes of Wudang would bear the brunt.
After that, there were also many Wudang elders who were elusive.
They were all the pillars of Wudang.
Each of them had a profound realm.
Chen Yang looked at the stone door with anticipation.
After all, Zhang Sanfeng was one of the most popular people in the martial arts world.
To be able to see the true appearance of the immortals, this trip was not in vain.
After a long time, everyone became anxious.
"Big brother, do you think master will come out of seclusion today?”
Yu Daiyan and the others asked.
"I don't know either, but Master said it would be today, so it shouldn't be bad.”
Song Yuanqiao shook his head, his eyes filled with worry.
Suddenly.
"Kacha!"
The stone door slowly opened.
A figure appeared.
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