"Then I, Song Qingshu, really want to learn from you all today..."
"Song Qingshu, don't be so arrogant. You don't really think you can beat the people here. If it weren't for Master Zhang's face, we would have torn you into pieces!"
Song Qingshu was not angry either: "Since you are so confident, come up and try to see if my Yitian Sword is sharp, old nun...".
At this time Kongwen also stood up and spoke.
After all, Kong Wen is a Shaolin master, so naturally he cannot treat him like an old nun, even though Kong Wen and other old guys do the same.
Kongwen stood up and preached: "Zhenzhen Zhang...".
"Master, please be careful. I, Song Qingshu, will boldly say it again today. If you are here to congratulate me, I, Song Qingshu, and I, Wudang, are very welcome. But if anyone dares to mention Wudang Zhang Cuishan again,
Don't blame me, Song Qingshu, for not knowing etiquette!"
Kong Wen looked at Song Qingshu and said: "Song Qingshu, Song Shaoxia, you are no match for me, please get out of the way!".
Song Qingshu smiled, and this sentence was naturally the answer Song Qingshu wanted to get.
"Oh? The master said that I am not your opponent, so let's have a competition here today. If the master can defeat me, Song Qingshu, within a hundred moves, I, Song Qingshu, will personally kneel down and pour you tea to apologize. If it were me,
Song Qingshu won by luck, so how about asking all of you to take action? I don’t know what you think? If you don’t agree, then stand up and let me, Song Qingshu, learn his clever tricks first!”
At this time, many people in the world did not say anything. For them, Song Qingshu had already shown a strong cultivation level. He was still innate just now, but now he has become a master. He can already confront a master-level master like Miejie.
Now if any of them loses, then Song Qingshu can step on them and become famous. Naturally, they are unwilling to do so, but now if Master Kongwen of Shaolin is willing to come forward, then naturally it would be great!
Especially Mie Mie, she can't bear the result of losing again. If she really loses again, then her Emei faction will really have no face anymore!
So the old nun Jiejie stood up.
"Master Kong Wen, our Emei Sect is willing to agree to this bet. I hope that Master will help me regain the Yitian Sword. Our Emei Sect owes you Shaolin a big favor. If Shaolin makes any request in the future, I will definitely not refuse!".
Then came the Kunlun sect, the Huashan sect...
Seeing that everyone agreed, Song Qingshu was also very proud. It seemed that today was really a good day.
But something suddenly occurred to him, and he turned around and said to Song Yuanqiao who was standing aside: "Father, you'd better ask the second uncle and the sixth uncle to watch from behind. I always feel that someone is spying on us secretly!".
Song Yuanqiao nodded: "Don't worry, I have made all the arrangements for my father!".
When Song Qingshu heard this, he said to Master Kongwen: "Master, do you know that you can promise a thousand pieces of gold?".
Kong heard that Old Bald Donkey also suppressed his anger and said: "Today, if Young Master Song wins, then I will take people down the mountain immediately, but I am afraid that Young Master Song, you don't have this ability!".
"In this case, let's ask the master for advice!".
Before the fight, Song Qingshu also started to use the Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu. At the beginning of the fight between the two, they used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to counter Shaolin's Dragon Grip.
It was both strong and soft, but fortunately, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were so powerful that it kept Kong Wen from getting close for a while. Of course, the most important reason for all this was because Song Qingshu knew Yiyangzhi!
The two sides had been entangled for a long time, but Kong Wenjian still couldn't get closer, so he could only use Prajna Palm and Flower Finger to fight against Song Qingshu.
At this time, Song Qingshu no longer held back, took a few steps back, and then used the Jedi Martial Arts "Four Symbols of God's Will!"
"The wind god is angry!".
Suddenly, Song Qingshu transformed into a statue behind him, but those with extraordinary strength could feel the huge energy contained in the statue.
Seeing this, Kong Wen also used his internal energy to activate Shaolin's Yi Jin Jing to resist. He saw the phantom of the Wind God hitting Kong Wen's body, but still failed to break his defense.
Song Qingshu also immediately used the second move.
"The Wrath of Vulcan!".
At this time, Song Qingshu's side was already burning with flames, as if it was about to ignite all the surrounding air.
After this attack, Kongwen's defense was also destroyed by this powerful internal force. In the end, he took such a blow and a mouthful of blood came out.
Of course, even Song Qingshu couldn't bear such a consumption of his internal energy. After seeing Kongwen Old Bald Donkey being knocked down, he fell to the ground and a mouthful of blood came out.
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao quickly helped Song Qingshu up.
"Is the child okay?".
They cannot come forward in today's matter. The most important thing in martial arts is face. If they take action directly, it means directly going to war with many people in the world. But today it is the third generation disciples who take action. If they cannot win, naturally they will also
It’s just that we can no longer rely on numbers to fight.
That's why Song Qingshu decided to fight against the six sects on his own.
At this time, Song Qingshu stood up and laughed: Haha, Master, you seem to have lost. Should I keep your promise?
After Kong Wen was helped up by the junior, he also said: "Let's go. Young Master Song is now famous all over the world, but I will get back the face I lost in Shaolin!".
Seeing Shaolin leaving, the old nun Chu Mie did not want to leave, but said to Master Zhang: "Master Zhang, you should know that Zhang Cuishan of Wudang and Mingjiao...".
Before he could finish his words, he saw Zhang Sanfeng heading directly towards Miejie, and struck him out with a palm.
"You have agreed just now, so you must keep your promise, otherwise I, Zhang Sanfeng, will not mind bullying the small with my big one! Especially if you are exterminated, from now on the Yitian Sword will be kept by my disciple. What are you waiting for?
Come and get it when you can, but get out of here right now!"
Song Qingshu stood in the main hall as if nothing happened, staring at the old nun.
In the end, people from the six major sects also left one after another. Some small sects saw that all the six major sects had left, so naturally they were no longer qualified to stay here, so they followed them all and left.
After everyone left, Song Qingshu spit out a mouthful of blood and then fainted.
"Qingshu!".
"Qingshu!".
After everyone left, Zhang Cuishan and his family were released, except for Zhang Wuji!
After waiting for Zhang Sanfeng to finish healing Song Qingshu's injuries, he also sighed: "I really didn't expect that Qingshu was the one to bear this disaster in the end. It was precisely because of his intervention that the Cuishan family was saved."
You survived!".
Song Yuanqiao was no longer in the mood to listen to those words, but asked: "Master, how is Qingshu doing?".