"It's fine! Ping 'an, quickly tell Master why your cultivation has improved so quickly.”
Song Yuanqiao's heart was turned upside down. He was extremely curious, so how could he care about punishing Chen Ping 'an?
He immediately asked Chen Ping 'an.
"I made a mistake in my cultivation a few months ago and accidentally opened my Governor Vessel, so…"
Chen Ping 'an immediately took out the excuse he had prepared and explained.
Hearing this.
Song Yuanqiao, Priest Mu, and the others glanced at each other and understood.
"I see. Since you are already in the late Houtian realm, you can now be an independent existence among the third generation disciples!”
"It just so happens that there are some things I need you to do. Are you willing?”
Following that, Song Yuanqiao changed the topic and talked about serious matters.
Hearing this, Chen Ping 'an was delighted.
It seemed like he had something to do.
Doing things meant going down the mountain.
He had never practiced it before even though he had cultivated to the late stage of the Houtian realm!
Moreover, after staying on this mountain for half a year, he had not seen a single woman. He was almost out of touch.
How could it be more wonderful than the colorful world outside?
"Since Master has given me instructions, this disciple is more than happy. How can I not be willing?”
Chen Ping 'an immediately replied happily.
"Good! Very good!"
Seeing Chen Ping 'an being so humble, Song Yuanqiao was very pleased and nodded his head in relief.
Then, he explained the matter clearly.
It turned out,
Recently, the Extreme Evil Sect of the sixteen fiend sects had suddenly reappeared in the pugilistic world and committed crimes everywhere.
Wherever he passed, the people were in dire straits.
In order to protect the people of the world, Shaolin summoned all the martial arts sects to work together to destroy the Evil Extreme Sect.
Due to Shaolin's limited ability, Gu could only ally with Wudang and call upon the world.
This time, they needed the third generation disciples to send letters to the various sects.
"This time, since your cultivation level is the lowest, you will go to the relatively safe Kind Boathouse!”
Song Yuanqiao said to Chen Ping 'an after explaining the entire situation.
Among the orthodox sects, Kind Boathouse was extremely powerful. Few demonic sects dared to challenge it.
Chen Ping 'an's strength was the lowest, so he was the most suitable to go to Kind Boathouse.
"Father, Qing Shu doesn't mean to look down on Junior Brother Ping An, but the Demon Sect must have known about the attack on the Shaolin disciples.”
"Junior Brother Chen is only in the Postnatal Realm. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with those demonic cultivators. Why don't we let Qing Shu go on behalf of Junior Brother Chen?”
Hearing this, Song Qingshu immediately stepped forward to request for his orders.
Although he had been favored since he was young, he was also well-educated and reasonable.
He was also one of the third-generation disciples. How could he let his junior brother die while he sat and guarded the mountain gate?
"Qing Shu, don't act rashly. This is the decision of the elders, not your father's.”
"That's right. Don't let down the good intentions of the elders.”
The expressions of all the elders changed when they heard this. One after another, they advised.
"Senior Brother Song, don't worry! I don't care about a few demons from the demonic sects! Let me go!"
They were about to descend the mountain, but Song Qingshu had jumped out to cause trouble. How could Chen Ping 'an just stand by and watch? He immediately stood up and said.
"Junior Brother Chen, you're wrong! Although you've improved at a rapid speed, that's also because you're lucky. If it really comes to a clash of swords and weapons, I'm afraid you might not be able to deal with it!”
Seeing that Chen Ping 'an had also stepped forward to speak, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel displeased. Why couldn't this kid even tell if he was good or bad to him?
"That might not be the case! Since Senior Brother Song is so confident, do you dare to compete with me? Whoever won would go! How is it?"
Chen Ping 'an smiled calmly and challenged Song Qingshu.
"You said it yourself! Draw your sword!"
Song Qingshu was overjoyed and immediately drew his sword, looking as if he was ready to draw his swords.
"Sigh!"
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao let out a long sigh, feeling rather helpless in his heart.
Although he was very anxious about his son, this matter was indeed decided after a discussion between the elders and his senior brothers.
He wasn't the only one making the decision.
Moreover, the Extreme Evil Sect was being held back by Shaolin and Wudang. The experts in the sect did not dare to come out of the mountain at will.
To Chen Ping 'an, it was indeed not dangerous.
Moreover, Chen Ping 'an was so talented and respectful to him. How could he bear to let Chen Ping' an die?
However, hearing Song Qingshu's words, he felt gratified.
Since Qing Shu, this brat, already stood out, then he naturally could not persist either.
Letting Qing Shu this brat go down the mountain to temper himself was not bad either!
Thinking about it, Song Yuanqiao made a decision.
"Since that's the case, the two of you have a competition. Whoever wins will send the letter!”
"This…"
"Farbridge, isn't this a little…"
When the elders heard this, they could not help but feel a little worried.
After all, Song Qingshu was outstanding among the third-generation disciples. His swordsmanship was as profound as Ye Lingfeng's.
In terms of cultivation, he was even stronger than Chen Ping 'an.
Wasn't the outcome obvious?
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