"What, the grandmaster wants to test Senior Brother Qing Shu's martial arts?”
"My God, I've been in the sect for three years and haven't even seen the ancestor once. This time, I can actually see the ancestor make a move?”
"Three years is nothing. The founder retired from the martial world decades ago and didn't make a move easily. This time, we're in for a treat.”
"I really envy Senior Brother Qing Shu. He actually got the Ancestral Master to personally guide him.”
……
Anyone who had some achievements in martial arts had a sharp hearing and vision that far surpassed ordinary people.
In addition, Zhang Sanfeng did not deliberately suppress his voice. Therefore, many elite disciples of Wudang Sect looked toward the True Martial Hall.
"Grandmaster, please give me some pointers."
Song Qingshu's strength had greatly increased after his epiphany. Countless palm images and sword images appeared in his mind, and he naturally understood all kinds of mysteries.
However, he did not know what level he had transformed to.
Zhang Sanfeng was willing to take the initiative to guide him. It couldn't be better!
"Good boy, be careful!"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly. His entire body emitted a vigorous aura. His hands rumbled with thunder as he slashed toward Song Qingshu like a landslide.
This was the Wudang Sect's Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm. It was extremely firm and fierce. When cultivated to a profound level, it could split mountains and break rocks, and it was invincible.
Although Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred years old, he did not look old at all when he used this Mountain Shaking Iron Palm.
Instead, his aura was monstrous, as if he was a god who had descended to the mortal world.
"This is the Mountain Shaking Iron Palm. I didn't expect that the Mountain Shaking Iron Palm could actually cultivate to such a power. It's simply as if the sky has collapsed!”
"How could the grandmaster use such vigorous strength when he was testing Senior Brother Qing Shu's martial arts!”
"That's right, Senior Brother Qing Shu's cultivation is only at the second-rate realm. I'm afraid that even first-rate experts can't withstand the true qi that the founder is urging now!”
"Could it be that Senior Brother Qing Shu has committed a grave mistake, and the Ancestral Master wants to clean up the sect?”
……
Outside the hall, the Wudang disciples were looking around and whispering to each other.
They were all shocked by Zhang Sanfeng's Mountain Shaking Iron Palm. No one thought that Song Qingshu could block this move.
However, in the next second, an even more shocking scene happened.
However, Song Qingshu remained motionless in the face of this palm strike. He had no intention of dodging at all.
One had to know that this was Zhang Sanfeng's Mountain Shaking Iron Palm.
If he was struck, his body made of iron would be crippled.
Song Qingshu didn't dodge this palm. Had he been scared silly?
Just as the Wudang Seven Heroes were on tenterhooks and almost couldn't help but attack, Song Qingshu finally moved.
He raised his hands slightly and pushed them to the side.
His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, as if the wind was blowing through a forest. He was in harmony with heaven and earth, without the slightest bit of mortal energy.
This attack seemed light and powerless.
However, it happened to hit Zhang Sanfeng's wrist, perfectly blocking the Mountain Shaking Iron Palm.
Boom!
In the True Martial Hall, a floor tile exploded, and a clear palm print appeared in everyone's eyes.
Everyone was stunned. Even Zhang Sanfeng's eyes revealed a trace of surprise.
"This…This is Wudang Cloud Hand!"
In the crowd, a disciple exclaimed, causing the atmosphere to explode.
"Heavens, it really is the Cloud Hand. Senior Brother Qing Shu actually used Cloud Hand to block the founder's Mountain Shaking Iron Palm!”
"Am I dreaming? How was this possible? That was the Mountain Shaking Iron Palm!”
……
It was not that these disciples were making a fuss over nothing. In fact, even the Seven Heroes of Wudang were so shocked that they could not close their mouths.
One should know that although Wudang preferred to use softness to overcome hardness, in theory, all tough and fierce martial arts could be resolved with softness.
But that also depended on what kind of jujitsu was used against what kind of hard technique.
The Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm was one of the top ultimate skills of the Wudang Sect. It was said that it was the same as the Iron Palm of the Southern Song Dynasty, and its power was comparable to the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin.
To neutralize the Mountain Shaking Iron Palm's fierce force, it would be more appropriate to use the Wudang Silk Palm of the same level.
However, Song Qingshu was using Cloud Hands, an entry-level palm technique that even the little Daoist of Wudang had learned.
More importantly, what he used Cloud Hand to resolve was not the Mountain Shaking Iron Palm of an ordinary Wudang disciple, but the Iron Palm of a peerless martial grandmaster, Zhang Sanfeng.
In the center of the hall, a terrifying palm print could be seen clearly.
The power of Zhang Sanfeng's palm was definitely not weak. It was enough to easily crush a first-rate expert!
Instantly, the Wudang Sect disciples who had doubts about Song Qingshu's strength all shut up!
It turned out that Senior Brother Qing Shu had always been hiding his strength and biding his time, never displaying his true strength.
It was laughable that we were still narrow-minded and thought that we could stand shoulder to shoulder with Senior Brother.
He was simply looking at the sky from the bottom of a well and becoming a laughing stock!
……
"Not bad."
Zhang Sanfeng entered combat mode and increased the strength of his hands."Again!"
This time, Zhang Sanfeng turned from hard to soft and also used Wudang Cloud Hands.
Instantly, a pure force that was as long as a cloud and carried a vigorous force followed Zhang Sanfeng's palm and headed straight for Song Qingshu.
The seemingly simple Cloud Hand seemed to have been reborn under the display of Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu, and it radiated a new profoundness.
At this moment, not to mention the disciples who were watching outside the hall.
Even the eyes of the Wudang Seven Heroes were focused on the two of them, unable to hide their shock.
They were shocked to discover that if they were in their place, with the same level of power, whether it was Zhang Sanfeng or Song Qingshu…
He didn't even have the confidence to receive three Cloud Hands!
Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu were still fighting. They did not use any profound martial arts techniques. They were still using Wudang's Pushing Hands.
This was truly returning to the basics, comprehending the essence of the most basic and simplest martial technique.
In the center of the hall, the shockwaves from the two people occasionally shattered the floor, tables, and chairs.
At this moment, the combat strength displayed by the two of them had already reached the Postnatal realm.
Witnessing this scene, the Wudang Sect disciples were even more shocked.
They had thought that they had underestimated Senior Brother Qing Shu in the past and had already seen Senior Brother Qing Shu's true strength.
But reality proved that they were still too naive.
Senior Brother Qing Shu was not a first-rate expert at all, but a top expert in the Postliminary Realm.
Heavens!
A twenty year old Postliminary Realm master, what kind of concept was this?
In the past hundred years, such peerless geniuses could probably be counted on one hand!
When someone was one step ahead of you, you might want to catch up with them or even surpass them.
But if you were still at the foot of the mountain, he would already be standing at the peak.
Then all you can do is look up.
At this moment, Song Qingshu did not kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, nor did he crush his peers.
However, all the third generation disciples of Wudang were already revered by him, which made him establish absolute prestige in his heart.
Perhaps this was what Zhang Sanfeng wanted to see.
"Again!"
Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng's move changed.
His palm technique became even more erratic, like the clouds in the sky and cotton on the ground. He did not exert any strength at all.
However, it contained a hidden force that was like maggots that could entangle and destroy everything.
"Soft Palm!"
Outside the hall, there were disciples with burning eyes.
He recognized the martial art that Zhang Sanfeng was using. It was the Wudang's unique skill, the Soft Palm.
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