Zongwu: Your wife and I are really in love with each other.

"Song Qingshu?"

Wu Gong was suddenly startled when he heard this name.

He looked towards the speaker in confusion.

It was none other than Guo Fu.

When Guo Fu saw everyone's eyes, she turned towards her and said, "Not long ago, he just came to Xiangyang City, and I was leading the garrison on patrol." After Guo Fu's explanation, everyone knew that Song Qingshu was actually Song Qingshu. Came here not long ago.

And got acquainted with the garrison led by Guo Fu.

But everyone's eyes became confused again.

Because they heard that Song Yuanqiao almost beat Song Qingshu to death.

Although he was not completely beaten to death, he was beaten into a vegetative state.

How come it has become like this and has such strong strength now?
"Have you seen Mrs. Song?
I haven't seen her in a long time. "

Wu Gong suddenly seemed to remember something and asked.

The crowd around him was stunned.

Thinking back on it carefully, it seems that Mrs. Song did not show up for a long time.

Most people here have their own things to do.

Therefore, there was no time to pay attention to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song just disappeared without anyone noticing.

Wu Gong fumbled inside his clothes for a moment and took out a strip of cloth.

The content inside this cloth was about the nameless swordsmanship, which appeared outside his door one morning.

He was not in the room that night, but stayed at Huang Rong's place, so he did not see who sent the note.

However, he guessed at that time that it was probably Mrs. Song.

Because, the first sentence of this swordsmanship book is that you need a pure yin body, which is the so-called need to practice this skill from the palace first.

Wu Gong guessed that this might be the famous evil-fighting sword technique. Wu Gong suddenly had an idea, that is, Song Qingshu outside also practiced it, right?
Considering what Mrs. Song said, this exercise is an ancestral exercise passed down from her family.

Considering that she and Song Yuanqiao turned against each other because of Song Qingshu.

Wu Gongyue felt that this idea was more reliable.

There were also other thoughts deep in my heart.

However, this is a family matter, and Wu Gong has no reason to interfere.

Besides, everyone has their own choice.

Practicing this swordsmanship does require self-control, but there will also be instances of super burning.

If you give up, you will gain.

Everyone should be responsible for their own choices.

Think of this.

Wu Gong handed the sword manual in his hand to Ximen Chuixue next to him.

Ximen Chuixue was stunned at first.

Then he began to carefully read the sword manual in his hand.

Originally, he just flipped through it casually.

But what I didn't expect was that I didn't know it, and I was really shocked when I saw it.

Although the sword manual in my hand is very messy, the content on it looks like random graffiti.

But if you look closely, you will find that there are endless mysteries.

Ximen Chuixue has his own way of kendo.

This is his own path, so it is absolutely impossible to change his path halfway. More importantly, Ximen Chuixue never wanted to print his own path in a book to teach others.

However, after reading this short sword manual in his hand, Ximen Chuixue suddenly had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

His wife has not been pregnant yet, but even if she is, he is not prepared to pass on his sword skills.

His swordsmanship is too sharp and his murderous intent is exposed.

Ximen Chuixue had a cold temperament to begin with, and he knew this, so the swordsmanship in this life was not used for evil. But he couldn't guarantee that his child could have such an indifferent nature. Above the rivers and lakes. There are so many swordsman wizards. But there are not many people who have the indifference and poise to work hard on a path. This is why only one Ye Gucheng and one Ximen Chuixue have appeared in so many years.

Ximen Chuixue wants to take his sword skills to the grave. But at this moment after seeing this book in my hand. Ximen Chuixue suddenly thought of another idea. That is to accept a disciple and let everything he has learned be passed down. Otherwise, it would be a pity that the swordsmanship he has studied in this life will be taken into the tomb by himself.

He returned the sword manual in his hand to Wu Gong.

Ximen Chuixue immediately understood what he meant.

The corner of his mouth curled up and he shook his head slowly, "Although the swordsmanship in this sword book is very wonderful, the swordsmanship used by the young man outside is not any of the above. The path taken by the young man outside, It should be Zuixianliu!
Once upon a time, all the immortals had a banquet with Ziwei, and the golden bell was flying with its feathers.

The drunken soul has already looked at the three mountains, still arranging the flower crown and feather clothes.

Just like Drunken Boxing, Eight Drunken Palms, and Ruyi Nine Dragon Sword.

What we rely on is the balance between drunkenness and sobriety. It seems like we are drunk but not sober, and we seem to be awake but not drunk.

It depends on the power of agility.

Great work is like skill, great skill is like work.

Rather than the so-called exquisite swordsmanship mentioned above. "

Ximen Chuixue pointedly commented on the difference between the two.

At the same time, no one outside dares to step onto the ring to challenge.

The swordsmanship demonstrated by Song Qingshu is already comparable to some old monsters who have never been born.

So most people watched silently.

As for some newcomers who have just emerged from the world, they are originally very arrogant.

He thinks that he is the second best in the world and he is the third best, and he is invincible in the world.

There are many people who want to show their majesty on the stage of the martial arts leader.

But at this moment, most people are discouraged.

The same age, but obviously they are no match at all.

There is even no possibility of accepting the aura bombardment head-on.

Sighs echoed around everyone.

Seeing that no one dared to go up.

The old guys from the Kunlun Sect let out a long sigh.

It seems that this started from their side. But they were just about to take action. A wooden box was suddenly thrown out of the crowd. Then a man dressed as a water thief suddenly walked out from the audience with a red scarf on his head and a simple knife on his waist. He kicked the box open. Inside the box were neatly stacked gold bricks.

Judging from the appearance and color of these gold bricks, they should be of high purity. But as the saying goes, the higher the purity, the heavier the gold. It is not difficult to deduce it from the movement made by the box just falling on the ground. This box should be extremely heavy, but this man threw the box up. Judging from his thin arms and legs, he didn't look like a very strong person. But it has such great power. It is not difficult to imagine.

This person's true energy must be top-notch in the world.

He put the box out.

The fat man walked over and took a look, nodded, took out his account book and calculated it carefully.

"You take your time and I'll drive this guy off." The man wearing a red turban looked young, but his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He held the edge of the ring and jumped up.

Someone from the Wudang Sect took out a banknote again, but before the banknote could be delivered to the fat man's hand, the man wearing a red turban had already rushed over. He kept swinging his arms in the air, that kind of It feels like swimming in the air. It's really like swimming in the air with nothing to rely on!

Song Qingshu once again clenched the sword in his hand.

He carelessly swung his sword forward and slashed.

The red hooded man didn't hide or dodge, letting the sword blade hit his head.

Just when a voice burst out from the surrounding crowd, it was probably not a fool's voice.

The sword blade suddenly cut into the air.

The turban on the red turban's head fell to the ground, but his whole person disappeared.

Song Qingshu was stunned immediately, but soon he stabbed the sword blade towards the top of his head.

Because the red scarf has actually reached his head.

But this sword turned out to be empty again.

Song Qingshu frowned completely.

An excited smile appeared on his lips.

Someone is actually faster than me!
The sword was swung in the air, and the air was cut quickly. Sharp explosions continued to sound.

The sword blade was wrapped with white energy and he rushed forward, but he was never able to catch up with the figure in the red turban.

I don’t know what kind of method this red scarf used.

Everyone around him could clearly see that his movements were so slow, but Song Qingshu just couldn't follow his shadow.

"Qi Men Dun Jia - this is Nanyang's secret technique!"

There was a sound in the room.

Wang Yuyan had some doubts.

If she knew nine out of ten martial arts in the world, she didn't know much about the secrets of Nanyang.

"Qi Men Dun Jia is not a Nanyang secret technique. It is an authentic Chinese martial arts. However, these things are used to see through Feng Shui and find pits to determine the pulse!" Huang Rong shook her head, "This thing looks familiar. It’s just that I can’t remember what kind of unique skill this is.”

Wu Gong looked a little bored.

In his opinion, these two guys are worthless and vulnerable.

After all, one sword may not be able to break his skin, and the other one may not seem to have any lethality. Maybe his body will swell up and let them hit him there, and he will be able to win after hitting him without strength.

"Ding!"

Song Qingshu thrust the sword hard into the ground, breathing heavily.

Opposite him, the red turban stood there, his face not red and his heart not beating.

He looked like he was fine.

Song Qingshu took out the wine and took a sip, "What is going on?"

"Boy, your swordsmanship is good and your speed is not slow. It's a pity that you can't keep up with my speed. I advise you to admit defeat quickly. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous." The red scarf yawned boredly: "I will not show mercy to you just because you are a member of the Wu-Tang Clan."

Song Qingshu suddenly stared, "I'm not from the Wudang Sect!" As he spoke, he waved the long sword in his hand, and two sword energy burst out from the top of the sword blade, forming an arc-shaped cross in the air.

He slashed straight at the red scarf directly in front of him.

If this blow hits, there is no doubt that Song Qingshu will win the final victory.

But the red turban just calmly picked up the turban that fell on the ground. Then the moment the sword blade was about to hit him. The red scarf fell to the ground again, and he was already behind Song Qingshu.

The palm of his hand was like a long whip, cutting through the air, and the whole arm was twisting and waving in the air.

The air made a loud sonic boom.

Then, he gently waved his palm in front of Song Qingshu's nose.

But Song Qingshu rolled his eyes, fell to the ground completely, and passed out.

The red scarf smiled disdainfully and kicked Song Qingshu in the stomach.

One kick knocked him off the ring, and then he looked at the Wu-Dang Clan not far away.

He arched his hands slightly, meaning.

I spared his life for your sake.

The leader of the Wudang Clan also bowed his hands in thanks.

Then, the red scarf jumped off the ring by himself.

He picked up the box again, took a gold brick from the box and threw it to the fat man, turned around and left, "I went up to take a look and found that there are really countless crouching tigers, hidden dragons around. I originally wanted to run for this martial arts Leader, if I can be selected, it will be passed down through the ages. But I looked around and felt that I had no hope. If I withdraw, this gold brick will be regarded as my entry fee. I will not hand over the rest. Mongolia. No one can come to my house.

Unless they can swim. "

With that said, he ran into the crowd and disappeared.

The arena was actually empty.

Everyone fell into silence.

None of them recognized the red turban.

But this red turban got off to a very bad start.

Those Jianghu people, those powerful Jianghu people, all fell into hesitation when they heard what the red scarf said.

The strength displayed by this red turban is definitely among the best among all.

But at this moment, he took the initiative to withdraw from the competition. And based on what he meant, it seemed like there were quite a few people around him who were better than him. In addition, the entry fee was 10,000 taels, and everyone was hesitant for a while.

If you go up and win a handful and earn some face, these ten thousand taels will be wasted.

If you don't even win a single hand, but pay back ten thousand taels, and more importantly, if you lose too badly and are ridiculed by the heroes in the world, then it will really be a loss that outweighs the gains.

After a long time, these bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple were still thick-skinned. Although they lost two games in a row, they brought enough people and there were many good players.

Another young monk stepped onto the stage. And with this new leader, challengers began to appear in the crowd again.

However, looking at this, if we don't hurry up, the possibility of selecting a heroic martial arts leader who can win twenty games in a row before the sun sets is not very high.

"It seems like I can't make a choice today. Do you want to extend the game schedule?"

"No need." Wu Gong shook his head and said, "When the sun sets, whoever stands on the ring will be the leader of the martial arts alliance! This has become a consensus." (End of this chapter)