The next day, the atmosphere on Mount Wudang became more solemn.
Today was the day of the first competition between the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect.
Naturally, every Wudang disciple wanted to participate in such a grand event.
The sounds of martial arts practice on Wudang Mountain had disappeared. Even the sound of learning scriptures could not be heard.
Even the disciples guarding the Martial Arts Hall on the entire Wudang Mountain ran to watch the upcoming internal disciple competition.
All the Wudang Sect disciples wore the same black and white Yin Yang Fish Daoist robe.
Even the various decorations were all extremely unique Yin and Yang Pisces.
Countless Wudang disciples gathered on the road to the True Martial Hall on the top of Wudang Mountain.
They walked together in twos and threes, talking and laughing as they walked towards the top of the mountain.
The Zhen Wu Hall was the place where the sun and moon met in the entire Wudang Mountain. It was opposite to the place where Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion.
This was also the most sacred place in the hearts of countless disciples. It was where the second-generation disciples listened to Zhang Sanfeng's lectures.
Whether it was the third generation disciples or the fourth generation disciples, they all looked in the direction of the True Martial Hall with strong desire in their eyes.
To be able to listen to Zhang Sanfeng's teachings in the True Martial Hall was a supreme honor for any Wudang disciple!
Soon, the disciples arrived at a huge square in front of the True Martial Hall on the top of the mountain.
As the bell rang, the six second-generation disciples walked up to the martial arts platform. As they looked at the growing Wudang Mountain, the second-generation disciples were filled with tears.
Other than Song Yuanqiao, the rest of the second-generation disciples sat down one after another. There was even an empty chair. Everyone knew that it was reserved for Zhang Sanfeng's fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan.
Six of the Seven Heroes of Wudang had appeared. They were all second-generation disciples and were the heroes of the present age.
As for the missing Wudang Five Heroes, Zhang Cuishan, he had disappeared from Jianghu ten years ago with Yin Susu, the Golden Fur Lion King and the Saintess of the Heavenly Eagle Cult.
Priest Mu, Priest Cang Song, Priest Ku Mu, and the three elders sat behind the six of them with serious faces.
The purpose of holding this internal competition was to select the strongest among the third generation disciples. At the same time, it was also a martial arts show to motivate the younger generation of Wudang and let them see the outstanding disciples in the sect.
He hoped that there would be healthy competition, so that the new generation of disciples would continue to flourish and Wudang Mountain would continue to prosper.
All the third-generation disciples stood below, including Song Qingshu.
The other fourth-generation disciples and other disciples stood further away to watch.
Among the third-generation disciples, three were the most outstanding.
The number one disciple of the third generation, Yun Feiyang, the extremely stable Ling Xu, and the gentle and refined Fu Yushu.
Among them, Yun Feiyang's realm was the highest, reaching the early stage of the Connate Realm.
Fu Yushu and Ling Xu had both reached the peak of the Postnatal Realm.
There were even rumors in the sect that Fu Yushu had already half a foot in the Xiantian realm!
These few people had extremely high hopes of winning the championship.
Song Yuanqiao circulated his internal strength and spoke, his voice like a great bell.
"Disciples, be quiet!"
The originally noisy disciples in the square quickly quieted down. They all stuck their heads out to look at Song Yuanqiao on the martial arts lecture stage.
Song Yuanqiao continued.
"Wudang has been established for a long time."
"The elders and disciples of the older generation have endured hardships and braved thorns. They have gone through life and death to build a great family business for the Wudang Sect.”
"The martial world is dangerous. There are always people better than you. Fortunately, we didn't ruin Master's reputation or Wudang's reputation!”
The rest of the second-generation disciples and the elders were reminiscing.
Those were really passionate years!
Then, he heard Song Yuanqiao say.
"The growth and development of the sect cannot be separated from the joint efforts of everyone, especially the strength of the new generation!”
"Therefore, we have decided to hold the first competition of the third generation disciples.”
"Let everyone see the outstanding disciples of our WuTang Sect!”
"Next, I will explain the rules of the competition!”
"All disciples will be divided into eight arena free-for-all.”
"Until there is only one person left in each arena, it will be the winner of the arena.”
"After that, the eight to four, four to two, and the final battle will be held!”
"The winner of the final battle will naturally be the winner of this internal competition!”
"It's the leader of the third generation disciples!"
"Everyone, do you understand?"
"Understood!" The disciples replied in unison.”
At this moment, Zhang Songxi, one of the Four Heroes of Wudang Sect, suddenly exclaimed softly. He turned to look at Song Yuanqiao and asked.
"Big brother, Qing Shu, this child, has actually broken through to the perfect Houtian realm?”
Hearing his words, everyone looked in the direction of the third generation disciple.
Song Qingshu was currently fourteen years old. He was considered relatively young among the third-generation disciples, so he was hidden by the other disciples.
Yun Feiyang, Fu Yushu, and Ling Xu were all in their early twenties.
The rest of the third-generation disciples were basically between eighteen and twenty years old.
When everyone saw Song Qingshu and discovered his cultivation base, they were all shocked.
How old was Song Qingshu? He had already reached the perfected Postnatal realm?
At this moment, Song Qingshu was overjoyed when he heard the system notification.
Ding! Obtained 30 Shock Points.
Ding! Obtained 20 Shock Points.
Ding! Obtained 15 Shock Points.
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