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But before he could leave, a disciple rushed over from outside the door:

"Report, Yang Fengling, the instructor of the Emei School, and Zhao Zhiruo, his disciple, come and invite the Emei Divine Soldier Yitian Sword!"

"Emei School?!"

Hearing this disciple's return, Song Yuanqiao was a little surprised.

Wudang and Emei were originally staunch allies, but 10 years ago, the Emei Extermination Division forced Zhang Cuishan to death. As a result, Wudang and Emei have been indifferent to each other in the past 10 years, and they have rarely interacted with each other.

"Come to retrieve the Yitian Sword!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at a sword stuck in the center of the hall, his eyes flickered.

This sword is the unparalleled weapon of the world, and it is said that it hides a big secret.

In terms of personal opinion, Song Yuanqiao never wanted to hand over the Yitian Sword.

If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't promised to return the sword to Emei ten years later, they would have taken it out and used it long ago.

After all, with a magic weapon in hand, the strength needs to be raised to a higher level, let alone.

"Qingshu, how is your martial arts practice, I want you to show it next?"

Song Yuanqiao temporarily put Zhang Wuji's affairs aside, and turned to Song Qingshu.

"Father, don't worry, my child is now at the eighth level of the Baoyuan Realm, and both Taiji swordsmanship and Taijiquan have been practiced to a perfect state. Among my peers, I dare say that there are no more than one hand than me!"

Song Qingshu stood up ecstatically and nodded.

He couldn't guess what Song Yuanqiao was thinking. Song Yuanqiao didn't want to return the Yitian Sword to the Emei faction, so he asked him to come out and slap Emei in the face.

And such an opportunity to make a name for himself, Song Qingshu would not miss it.

Having defeated the disciples of the Emei Sect here, Emei naturally has no face to welcome Yitianjian back.

At that time, the sword can continue to stay in Wudang.

And he, the protagonist, will also be praised by the entire martial arts world.

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"Okay, since you are so confident, then the next Emei disciple will be handed over to you!"

"But you have to remember, you have to be careful when fighting!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded happily, his son is excellent, of course he is satisfied.

"Yes!"

Song Qingshu bowed and saluted, and retreated with his sword in his arms.

"You wait for the person who goes to Xuan Emei to go to the palace!"

Song Yuanqiao sat down and waved someone to call the Emei duo.

"Eldest brother, this is a great opportunity to become famous!"

"This Zhao Zhiruo doesn't sound familiar to me. She probably isn't Emei's top disciple. If the elder brother hits her with one hand, it won't be a problem!"

"Hahaha……"

A group of Wudang disciples gathered behind Song Qingshu and whispered to him.

Hearing these disciples' compliments, Song Qingshu's face was full of arrogance and complacency.

He was going to use the most thunderous means to defeat Zhao Zhiruo later, and show off his demeanor as a senior Wudang master.

Soon, the two people from Emei went to the hall.

"(⊙o⊙)Wow!"

When they saw the two people in Emei, a group of Wudang disciples all exclaimed.

Many people even became star-eyed on the spot.

There are only two Emei people, one in front of them, wearing a veil, with a slender waist like a willow, and a creamy skin. Although they can't see their real faces, they have already exuded that fairy-like temperament.

Behind her, another woman didn't look very stunning, but she was also obsessed with her face at first glance.

The two who came were Yang Fengling and Zhao Zhiruo.

"Master, the eyes of these Wudang disciples are so rude!"

Zhao Zhiruo looked rather disappointed when she saw the eyes of these Wudang disciples unable to move away.

Before she came, she thought that the disciples of Wudang, who is also the top martial arts school, should be dragons among men.

But now it seems that they are just a group of ordinary men who are easily fascinated.

At this time, Zhao Zhiruo thought of Lin Mo who had met once before.

"Although little brother Lin is an ordinary person, he has an extraordinary bearing. The most important thing is that he will never look at people with such annoying eyes!"

Zhao Zhiruo doesn't know why she thinks of Lin Mo, but now she only thinks that Lin Mo is really an outlier among men, with a mysterious temperament.

"You don't have to care about the eyes of others. When your sharpness reaches the extreme, they will naturally not dare to look at you again!"

Yang Fengling turned his head and said a word to Zhao Zhiruo, then took two steps forward and looked at Song Yuanqiao.