Listening to Song Qingshu's powerful words.
Song Yuanqiao was speechless.
The hand stroking his beard paused.
Then, he felt a pain in his chin.
He actually pulled off a strand of his beard.
"This child, why is his fighting spirit even higher?”
Song Yuanqiao didn't understand, but seeing Song Qingshu's excited expression, he didn't say anything else.
He could only say,"Qing Shu, be careful. Don't get hurt."”
Song Qingshu nodded nonchalantly."Father, don't worry. I know what to do.”
Song Yuanqiao didn't know what to say for a moment. He got up and prepared to leave.
When he reached the door of the room, Song Yuanqiao suddenly thought of something and turned around.
"Right, Qingshu, a month later, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue will have a decisive battle at the summit of the forbidden city.”
"These are two peerless swordsmen who have reached the Profound Finger realm.”
"It's a rare event in the martial world.”
"Since you have such outstanding talent in the way of the sword, if you are interested, you can go and watch the ceremony.”
Song Qingshu heard this.
Who knew how many people would gather for such a grand event.
Wasn't this the perfect place for him to collect shock points?
Song Qingshu agreed without hesitation.
"After the final battle, I'll immediately descend the mountain and head to the summit of the forbidden city!”
...
Three days later, the square outside the True Martial Hall was bustling with noise.
The Wudang disciples gathered together.
Because today was the day of the inner sect competition.
The number one third-generation disciple, Yun Feiyang, versus the number one dark horse, Song Qingshu!
Looking at the two people standing opposite each other on the stage, the disciples below the stage discussed animatedly.
"If I were Song Qingshu, I'd just admit defeat to avoid suffering physical pain.”
"That's right. How can a perfected Houtian realm fight against a Xiantian realm?”
"Song Qingshu's performance a few days ago was indeed amazing, but he has no chance of winning against Senior Brother Yun Feiyang!”
"Of course. Senior Brother Yun is a Connate Realm expert and is ranked 482nd on the Connate Rankings.”
"Song Qingshu isn't even at the Connate Realm, so how can he be Senior Brother Yun's match?”
......
On the martial arts platform.
The group of Wudang second-generation disciples looked at Song Yuanqiao.
"Big brother, Qing Shu this child is really courageous. In the future, he will fight against an Upper Sky!”
"Yeah, Qing Shu's performance this time is really shocking.”
"In this internal competition, Qing Shu has already revealed his talent.”
"I believe that Feiyang won't be too harsh. Don't worry, big brother.”
Although the second-generation disciples were praising Song Qingshu, he was still a genius.
However, the meaning behind his words was that he still didn't think Song Qingshu would win.
However, these people had good intentions towards Song Qingshu and didn't want him to get hurt.
The three elders discussed among themselves.
"Qing Shu is a good child with extraordinary talent. He will definitely become a pillar of Wudang in the future.”
"That's right. Feiyang is not bad either. He should be the number one person in the younger generation. He has already entered the Xiantian realm at such a young age.”
"If you ask me, Qing Shu is still too young. As the saying goes, young people are full of vigor. If you don't hit a wall, you won't turn back.”
"Hehe, you're a young man. If you're not angry, why would you call yourself a young man?”
Song Yuanqiao revealed a bitter smile.
How could he not know the thoughts of his old friends and the three elders?
However, Qing Shu insisted on hitting him, so he couldn't stop him.
......
On the arena.
Yun Feiyang and Song Qingshu stood facing each other.
Song Qingshu opened the system's virtual attribute panel.
Song Qingshu: Fourteen years old.
[Cultivation: Houtian late-stage perfection.]
[Martial arts: Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill Level 10;
Wudang Swordsmanship Level 11;
Soft Palm;
Basic sword technique.
[Current Shock Value: 19268]
Song Qingshu asked the system in his heart.
"System, how many levels can I upgrade Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill to with these shock points?”
Host, you can upgrade to level 20.
The 20th level!
Hearing this answer, Song Qingshu was excited, but he suppressed it.
Then, he asked.
"Then, after Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill reaches Level Twenty, will they be able to step into the Innate Realm?”
Host, you can
At this moment, Song Qingshu finally felt relieved.
Yun Feiyang looked at Song Qingshu expressionlessly.
In his opinion, there was no suspense in this decisive battle.
Song Qingshu probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single palm strike from him.
However, this junior brother of his was quite talented. He would definitely grow into a pillar of Wudang in the future.
When he attacked, he had to be careful not to hurt his junior brother.
Yun Feiyang said to Song Qingshu.
"Junior Brother Qing Shu, why don't you give up on this battle to avoid getting injured?”
Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he looked straight into Yun Feiyang's eyes.
"Senior Brother Yun, I will do my best in this battle.”
"I'm determined to win the position of the third generation disciple!”
Hearing this, Yun Feiyang could not help but laugh.
Then, he stopped talking nonsense.
However, he changed his mind.
He decided to teach Song Qingshu a lesson and let him suffer some minor injuries.
In order to avoid being at a disadvantage when he traveled the martial world in the future because of his youth.
At this moment, Song Yuanqiao's energetic voice sounded.
"The decisive battle begins!"
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