Lantern Festival discussion.
It was a martial arts competition.
The surrounding third-generation disciples had long been rubbing their fists, waiting for this moment.
Usually.
Wudang forbade disciples from killing each other.
Even if it was a spar, it would be a superficial one. There was no way to determine the winner.
It was all to prevent them from being fierce and aggressive.
After all.
After all, Wudang was a Daoist sect and not an ordinary martial arts sect. Martial arts were respected.
Therefore, he had no choice.
The annual Lantern Festival Dao Discussion was the stage for them to display their strength.
Many third-generation disciples also wanted to know who was stronger.
He also wanted to know where his level was.
Song Qingshu didn't care about this Lantern Festival Dao discussion at all.
With a cultivation of Rank Four, he was the best among the third generation of Wudang disciples.
In addition, he was Song Yuanqiao's son.
It also allowed him to secure his position as the eldest senior brother of the third generation disciple.
No matter what the outcome of the Lantern Dao discussion was, no one would dare to challenge him.
He looked at Lin Xuan curiously.
It was just that he did not know if Lin Xuan would go on stage.
Very quickly.
One after another, the third generation disciples went up to the stage to challenge.
After three matches.
Everyone watched in high spirits.
Only Lin Xuan and Silent Valley were still drinking as if no one else was around, as if everything that happened around them had nothing to do with them.
Basically, it was completely unrelated.
Just as Lin Xuan thought that tonight's Lantern Festival would end peacefully.
Suddenly.
A third-generation disciple stepped onto the arena.
This person was very young. He was only seventeen years old, but he was already at the eighth grade of the Martial Path.
No wonder he was able to follow his master to participate in the Lantern Festival.
After the third generation disciple stepped onto the stage, he looked at Lin Xuan and said,"
"Third generation disciple Du Wenbo, please enlighten me, Senior Brother Lin Xuan.”
Everyone turned their gazes to Lin Xuan.
This was Du Wenbo's challenge.
Moreover…
Du Wenbo was also at the eighth grade, the same realm as Lin Xuan.
Didn't Mo Sheng Valley say that Lin Xuan's sword cultivation was extremely high?
Would Lin Xuan dare to agree to a duel with Du Wenbo, who was at the same realm?
Lin Xuan glanced at Du Wenbo on the stage, lifted the gourd, and poured a mouthful of wine.
Then, he slowly put it down.
Everyone thought that Lin Xuan was going to accept the challenge after putting down the gourd.
Who would have thought that Lin Xuan would pick up a peanut and put it in his mouth before taking a sip of wine.
It was obvious that he didn't put Du Wenbo in his eyes!
This made Du Wenbo, who was in the ring, furious.
Du Wenbo was only seventeen years old, but he was already at the eighth rank.
His master had always thought highly of him and thought that he had the potential to become a grandmaster.
And now.
How could he tolerate being ignored by a good-for-nothing?
"Senior Brother Lin Xuan, do you not dare to accept the challenge?”
Du Wenbo stared at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered.
Just as he was about to drink again, the gourd in his hand was pressed down by a hand.
Mo Shenggu's eyes were blurred and his voice was muffled.
"Martial Nephew, someone is calling you. You should drink less."
After saying that.
Mo Shenggu used his internal strength to seal Lin Xuan's major acupoints. Then, he raised his arm and threw him out.
Lin Xuan's major acupoints were sealed and he could not move.
He understood that this was all done by Mosheng Valley.
When Lin Xuan arrived above the arena, he felt his body return to normal.
He flipped over and landed steadily on the stage.
"Junior Brother, please."
Lin Xuan mumbled and stretched.
Du Wenbo snorted coldly,"
"Be careful, senior apprentice-brother. Watch the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Du Wenbo waved his sword and stabbed at Lin Xuan.
This sword was quite ingenious. Although it was a flat stab, it hid three back-up moves and five variations.
When ordinary disciples encountered this sword, they would definitely fall into the trap.
When Yu Daiyan and the others saw this sword, they secretly nodded.
It was Wudang's fortune to have such a skilled disciple among the third generation disciples.
Du Wenbo's master revealed a smile on his face. He knew that his disciple had made him proud.
Lin Xuan didn't pay attention to Du Wenbo's attack.
He moved his feet lightly, then raised the gourd in his hand and drank a large mouthful of wine.
Swoosh!
Du Wenbo's sword directly passed by Lin Xuan's side, not even touching his clothes.
Du Wenbo wasn't discouraged. He immediately used his backhand transformation and lifted it up.
Lin Xuan moved his feet again and dodged the attack.
A few consecutive attacks did not even touch the corner of Lin Xuan's clothes.
Du Wenbo kept his sword and stood where he was.
Lin Xuan blinked and looked at the other party in confusion.
"It seems that basic sword techniques won't be able to defeat Senior Brother. Next, I'm going to use the Taiji Sword Technique. Please be careful.”
Du Wenbo said confidently.
He wasn't depressed by the defeat just now.
After all.
What he had just used was just an ordinary sword move.
What came next was the main event.
Lin Xuan burped,"
"Come on."
"I've offended you!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Du Wenbo shot towards Lin Xuan.
"Three Rings Moon!"
This was the opening stance of the Taiji Sword Art.
As Du Wenbo's wrist shook, the sword slid, and a series of halos appeared.
This light ring contained killing intent, but it was not released.
Whether it was inside or outside the circle, one could feel the sharp sword qi.
As the saying went, once an expert made a move, one would know if there was anything.
This Three Rings of the Moon had a full year of cultivation.
Yin Liting sighed,"
"The current third generation disciples are really getting stronger and stronger.”
Yu Daiyan looked at Silent Valley and mocked,
"Seventh Junior Brother, didn't you say that Lin Xuan's Sword Dao cultivation was very strong?”
"But now it seems that he has been trapped.”
Mo Shenggu curled his lips,"
"You'll understand if you keep watching."
The others thought that Mosheng Valley was being stubborn and laughed.
At this moment.
Lin Xuan pointed out.
One had to know.
He was bare-handed. If the other party was not careful, he could have dislocated his arm.
In such a dangerous situation, Lin Xuan actually dared to reach out and touch it.
He didn't know if he was drunk or if he was just this reckless by nature.
The others shook their heads and sighed, feeling that Lin Xuan's right hand was no longer safe.
Yu Daiyan and the others raised their eyebrows, their expressions strange.
They had already seen through the profoundness of Lin Xuan's finger.
The angle and timing were perfect.
Ding!
Accompanied by a soft sound.
The sword in Du Wenbo's hand had already fallen to the ground.
He clutched his wrist and looked at Lin Xuan in disbelief.
It had happened so fast that he didn't even know what had happened.
He only saw Lin Xuan reach out and point at him. Then, his wrist seemed to have been stung by a bee.
The piercing pain instantly numbed his nerves, making him unable to hold the sword in his hand. In the end, he was defeated.
Why?
His "Three Rings of the Moon" was clearly flawless.
Even his master had praised him. Among the third-generation disciples, his Three Rings of the Moon was unmatched.
Unless someone with a high cultivation base broke it with force.
Otherwise, he would be in an invincible position.
And now.
Lin Xuan could actually defeat him bare-handed and so easily.
Why was that?
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