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People who practice martial arts with small accomplishments are far more intelligent than ordinary people.

In addition, Zhang Sanfeng did not deliberately suppress the voice, so for a while, many Wudang elite disciples looked towards Zhenwu Hall.

"Master, please give pointers."

After Song Qingshu's enlightenment, his strength greatly increased, and countless palm shadows and sword shadows appeared in his mind, and all mysteries were naturally understood.

But he didn't know exactly what level he had transformed.

Zhang Sanfeng is willing to take the initiative to guide himself, it couldn't be better!

"Good boy, be careful!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, his body exuded a vigorous aura, his hands rumbling thunder, like a mountain collapse and the ground cracked towards Song Qingshu.

This is the Wudang Sect’s iron palm that shakes the mountains. It is strong to fierce and can be cultivated to a high level.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred years old, he showed no signs of old age when he displayed this iron palm.

On the contrary, the momentum was overwhelming, as if a god descended from the earth.

"This is the Iron Palm of Earthquake Mountain. I didn't expect that Iron Palm of Earthquake Mountain could cultivate such a mighty power. It is almost like the collapse of the sky!"

"Master Patriarch took the martial arts test of the younger brother, how can he use such a powerful skill!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Qingshu is only in the second-rate realm. The zeal that the ancestor master is urging at this time, I am afraid that even a first-class master can't handle it!"

"Could it be that Brother Qingshu has made a terrible mistake, do you want to clean up the door?"

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Outside the hall, Wudang disciples looked around and whispered.

They were all shocked by Zhang Sanfeng's iron palm, and no one thought Song Qingshu could block this move.

But the next second, a more shocking scene happened.

But seeing Song Qingshu in front of this palm, motionless, without the intention of evading.

You know, this is Zhang Sanfeng's trembling iron palm.

If he was smashed, the iron-struck body would have to be destroyed.

Faced with this palm, Song Qingshu didn't even dodge, is it scared to be foolish?

Just when the Wudang Seven Heroes looked at them with trepidation and almost couldn't hold back their shots, Song Qingshu finally moved.

He raised his hands slightly, and pushed it to the side.

The movement is like running clouds and flowing water, wind blowing in the forest, harmonious and harmonious with the world, without the slightest red dust.

The blow seemed light and light, without strength.

But it happened to be on Zhang Sanfeng's wrist, perfectly venting the iron palm of the shocking mountain.

Boom~!

In the Zhenwu Hall, a floor tile burst into pieces, and clear palm prints appeared in everyone's eyes.

Everyone was stunned, even Zhang Sanfeng's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"This...this is Wudang Yunshou!"

In the crowd, a disciple's exclamation caused the atmosphere to burst instantly.

"Oh my God, it's really Yun Shou. Senior Brother Qingshu used Yun Shou to block the trembling iron palm of Master Grandpa!"

"I'm not dreaming! How could this be possible? That's an iron palm!"

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It's not that these disciples are making a fuss, in fact, even the Wudang Qixia, at this time, their mouths are too shocked.

It should be noted that although Wudang prefers softness to overcome rigidity, in theory all rigid martial arts can be resolved with softness.

But that also depends on what Jiu-Jitsu vs. Gang-Jitsu is.

Zhenshan Iron Palm, but one of the top stunts of the Wudang School, is said to be in the same line as the Southern Song Iron Palm, and its power is comparable to Shaolin's 72 stunts.

To dissolve the fierce power of Zhenshan Iron Palm, Wudang Cotton Palm of the same rank is still about the same.

But Song Qingshu used Yunshou, an'entry-level palm technique' that even Wudang little Taoists had learned.

More importantly, what he resolved with the cloud hand was not the iron palm of an ordinary Wudang disciple, but the iron palm of a majestic master, Zhang Sanfeng.

In the center of the hall, the terrible palm prints were shocking, which made people clearly see.

The power of Zhang Sanfeng's palm, absolutely no water, enough to easily crush the first-class power!

Suddenly, those Wudang disciples who had doubts about Song Qingshu's strength all shut up!

It turned out that Senior Brother Qingshu had been keeping a low profile for a long time, and had never shown his true strength.

It's ridiculous that I waited and sat watching the sky, feeling that I could stand shoulder to shoulder with my brother.

It's just sitting on the well and watching the sky, it's so generous!

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"Not bad."

Zhang Sanfeng entered a fighting state, and he added a few more points: "Come on!"

This time, Zhang Sanfeng turned from rigid to soft, and also displayed Wudang Yunshou.

Suddenly, a stream that was as long as a cloud, but with the pure strength of vigorous strength, followed Zhang Sanfeng's palm and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

The seemingly superficial and simple cloud hands, under Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu's display at this time, seemed to be reborn, glowing with a new mystery.

At this moment, Mo said it was the disciples who were looking at the temple.

Even the gazes of the Wudang Seven Heroes converged on the two of them, and it was hard to hide their shock.

Because they were shocked to discover that if they were to end up on their own, with the same skill, whether they faced Zhang Sanfeng or Song Qingshu...

He didn't even have the confidence to take three moves to Yunshou!

The fight between Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu continued. They did not use advanced martial arts, but were still using Wudang push hands.

This is a true return to the basics, understanding the essence in the most basic and simple martial arts.

In the center of the main hall, the aftermath of the energy that the two occasionally escaped shook the floor, tables and chairs to pieces.

At this time, the combat effectiveness displayed by the two had reached the acquired realm impressively.

Seeing this scene, those Wudang disciples felt even more shocked.

They thought they had underestimated Brother Qingshu in the past, and they had seen the true strength of Brother Qingshu before.

But it turns out that they are still too naive.

Senior Brother Qingshu is not a top-notch master at all, but a master of the acquired realm.

OMG!

Twenty-year-old master, what is this concept?

For nearly a hundred years, such a peerless genius, I am afraid it can be counted with one hand!

When a person is one step ahead of you, you may want to catch up with them, or even surpass them.

But if you are still at the foot of the mountain, he is already standing on top of the summit.

Then you can only look up.

At this moment, Song Qingshu did not kill the chickens and curse monkeys, nor did he crush his peers.

However, all the disciples of the third generation of Wudang have only respected him, allowing him to establish absolute prestige in his heart.

Perhaps this is what Zhang Sanfeng wants to see.

"Come again!"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng's moves changed.

His palms became more erratic, as if the sky was up in the clouds, and the ground was cotton wool, without exerting any effort.

But there is a strand of dark energy like tarsus maggots, which can entangle and kill everything.

"Mian palm!"

Outside the hall, there were disciples whose eyes were burning and extremely hot.

He recognized Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, which is exactly the skill of Wudang-Mianzhang.

Chapter 6 Sword Intent Hengkong, Zhenwu Out of Sheath

Mianzhang can be regarded as Wudang's signature martial arts, with softness overcoming the strong, weakening the strong, and the Wudang faction four or two with a thousand kilograms of profound meaning, fully displayed.

Among the ten Wudang core disciples, at least eight or nine are intensively practicing this mastery.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng personally demonstrated this technique to confront the enemy, and immediately made a group of Wudang disciples feel like a pilgrimage.

call!

Wind blows!

Zhang Sanfenghe had a childlike face, with uninterrupted palm strength, and one move was directed towards Song Qingshu.

He seemed to be weaving a net, the combination of the soft work of the cotton palm and the Wudang Tiyunzong, erratic, hitting Song Qingshu with real energy.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Song Qingshu's range of activities is shrinking.

Even though he is also using the ladder cloud to dodge, it is still like a flying insect in a spider web, being restrained, and the range of movement is getting smaller and smaller.

"Qing Shu is about to lose."

Song Yuanqiao was among the crowd, his martial arts cultivation was the highest, and he spoke at this time.

"Big brother, don't worry, Master and his elders won't hurt Qing Shu."

"It is enough to be proud of being able to compete with Master and his elders."

"Yes, not to mention people of the same generation, I am afraid that even if compared with us, Qingshu's strength is not much worse."

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Song Qingshu didn't hear the discussion of the Wudang Qixia.

In fact, he is now in a very special state.

When I heard the Tao before, I naturally understood the mystery of martial arts. Originally Song Qingshu used it and felt very jerky.

But at this time, in the discussion with Zhang Sanfeng, he clearly felt that the martial arts mystery was being absorbed by himself at an accelerated rate.

He can feel that he is improving every minute and every second.

It is not an increase in skill, but an increase in combat experience, and control over these martial skills. These are also manifestations of combat power!

Fighting is a catalyst for strength improvement, and this sentence is true.

Zhang Sanfeng's cotton palm finally reached its limit, and this huge Zhenwu Hall was almost completely filled with palm energy.

There was only a corner left for Song Qingshu.

It was like a flying insect that was heavily wrapped in spider silk. It was completely unable to escape at this time and was unable to return to the sky.

Zhang Sanfeng's palm came slowly.

This palm seemed peaceful and weak, but with an unstoppable momentum, it cut off all retreat.

"Qing Shu is defeated!"

"This is Mianzhang's last move ---sorrowful rain. According to legend, it was created by the master on the day the heroine Guo Xiang passed away."

"Senior Brother Qingshu is proud enough to be able to sustain this trick by the ancestor."

"In time, Wudang will surely carry forward in the hands of Senior Brother Qingshu!"

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Both Qixia and the other three generations of disciples were surprised by Song Qingshu's talent and combat power.