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Although eight hundred cavalry is indeed more than two to three hundred, but...

But Zhao Min didn't think he could get Song Qingshu anyhow. If he folds it again at that time, Zhao Min can't even think of the consequences.

Wang Baobao snorted: "No, bullying my sister, this thing must not be forgotten!"

Zhao Min took a deep breath and pondered for a while: "This Song Qingshu is quite capable. It is not economical to confront him head-on."

Suddenly, a sly look appeared in Zhao Min's eyes: "Yes!"

Song Qingshu, I promise not to deal with the Wudang faction, but I didn't say that you bullied me today, just forget it!

Dare to provoke this princess, you are miserable!

Chapter 29 Three Thousand Thunders, Great Sun Thunder Body

Rumble rumbling!

Eight hundred elite soldiers rushed away and gradually disappeared from the sight of all the townspeople in Danyang Town.

Zhao Min followed Wang Baobao to leave, but today's affairs are not over yet.

The next day, a message was released from the Royal Palace of Ruyang.

"Song Qingshu, the young master of Wudang, obtained the Peerless Book of Heaven. Once the exercises are completed, the internal strength will be endless and never exhausted.

In Danyang Town, Song Qingshu fought five hundred Mongolian cavalry with one man, killing them all!

More importantly, the internal strength is endless, but the physical and mental strength will be tired.

Although Song Qingshu succeeded in killing five hundred Mongolian cavalry, he himself suffered severe internal injuries, and his combat effectiveness was not one."

This news just spread to the arena and caused an uproar.

"Hey, have you heard that? Song Qingshu has obtained a peerless magical skill, after which he can defeat hundreds of Mongolian cavalry alone!"

"You got it wrong! How did I hear that he killed three thousand elite soldiers!"

"Is it right? Your news is wrong. So Song Qingshu killed a large army of Mongols, tens of thousands of people?"

...

The rumors in the arena are far more terrifying than imagined, and when someone pushes them to block it, it is even more out of control.

Within a few days, the news of the Peerless Book of Heaven spread throughout the martial arts, and no one knew it.

Of course, some people question the authenticity of this incident.

But how scheming Zhao Min?

She even dispatched a large number of people to welcome back the hundreds of Mongolian soldiers' corpses and buried them in great success.

Such scenes have made many people in the arena more convinced of the book of heaven.

"There is such a book, if I get it, wouldn't it be invincible in the world!"

"Leading to help the people, do their best to track down Song Qingshu's whereabouts, no matter whether this book is true or not, I will get first-hand news!"

The dark tide was surging, but within a few days, Song Qingshu had become the sweet pastry in the eyes of countless forces in the arena.

Almost everyone wanted to rush to find the "seriously injured" Song Qingshu before the other forces, and get the Peerless Book of Heaven from him.

If it really succeeds, a supreme sect force may rise because of this!

And this also made Song Qingshu's popularity in the arena skyrocket.

If the system is not closed for upgrading, there will be no changes in reputation.

Maybe Song Qingshu's lv level has been raised again.

...

However, just when the whole arena was turbulent because of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingren's life is quite leisurely.

Living in Wudang Sub-rudder, Danyang Town, practicing martial arts downloaded from the group, and training the newly acquired sword-handling maid Huahua.

Occasionally, people who do not have eyesight come to grab the exercises, and they just chop and feed the dog.

"The angle of this sword is off. Pick a half point down!"

Lying on the wicker chair, Song Qingshu gnawed fruit while watching the five-year-old girl in the courtyard.

There was satisfaction in his eyes, but his face was not relaxed, he was still very severe.

"I want you to draw your sword with all your strength, didn't you eat?"

On the girl's forehead, big beads of sweat continued to fall.

But she still insisted, pulling the wooden sword out of its sheath time and time again, and took it back again and again.

Draw the sword 40,000 times a day, even if it is calculated once every second, it would take a full eleven hours.

Not to mention just a five-year-old girl, even adults, few people can do it.

But this girl named Huahua is indeed a strange girl.

Her perseverance is rare, relying on Song Qingshu's "Pure Yang Wujigong" mental method and "Taiyi Soul Jue" mantras, she actually survived.

From the beginning of drawing a sword to fainting, Song Qingshu sent Zhen Qi to nurse him all night before he recovered.

Up to now, I draw the sword 40,000 times a day, half a time.

Even some of the little hairy thieves who came to grab the Peerless Book of Heaven were brought down by Song Qingshu and let Huahua use it to sacrifice the sword.

In the ten-day world, the changes in the flowers are remarkable in everyone's eyes.

If she was the original one, she was just a little girl who knew nothing.

So now she is like a peerless sword embryo with a new edge.

Although it has not been completed yet, its peerless style has already begun to take shape!

"The young master is really ruthless, he is still a child!"

On the side, Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an both felt distressed and interceded for Huahua several times.

However, Song Qingshu was merciless, leaving no room for negotiation at all.

In fact, Song Qingshu didn't deliberately torture Huahua, but the essence of the practice of slashing the sky and pulling the sword.

Song Qingshu has already condensed the magical sword intent, and practicing this sword technique is twice the result with half the effort.

But if Huahua wants to practice this sword technique, he has to spend hundreds of times harder than Song Qingshu!

Only in the endless drawing of the sword, sharpen in the blood and fire, condense the sword intent that belongs to oneself.

In this way, it can be regarded as satisfying the bottom line requirements of the first form of the practice of Zhantian and Swordsmanship.

Song Qingshu believes that the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" tempers the physical body's true energy, and the "Taiyi Soul Jue" nurtures a deep soul. Huahua is still five years old and is extremely malleable.

In addition to this 40,000 times a day, ordinary people can't bear the limit of practice.

Perhaps within a few months, she will be able to successfully condense her own sword intent and step into the real sword cultivation way.

!

Just as Song Qingshu was thinking about it, dark clouds suddenly rolled up in the sky.

The wind was violent, and the silver thunders appeared and disappeared from time to time in the black clouds, like white dragons, spreading their teeth and claws, extremely frightening.

Seeing the dense dark clouds and thunder and lightning in the sky, Song Qingshu's eyes showed a hint of joy.

"It's a thunderstorm, finally I am looking forward to it!"

Among the exercises downloaded by Song Qingshu, two are more special, and they need to rely on the power of thunder and lightning to assist in cultivation.

One of them is 3,000 thunderbolts, and a thunderous origin must be gathered in a thunderstorm to be able to enter.

The other big sun thunder body is similar. It must absorb a source of thunder and lightning and swallow it into the body to temper the strength of the physical body and enhance its defense.

Song Qingshu has stayed in Danyang Town for the past ten days just to wait for this day to come.

"Go into the house and practice sword!"

Song Qingshu let Huahua into the house, and he turned and walked toward the martial arts field in the backyard of the sub-rudder.

There, an iron pillar tens of meters high was inserted straight into the sky, and it was a lightning rod.

Song Qingshu has been preparing for this thunderstorm for ten days!

"It depends on today!"

Before the lightning rod, Song Qingshu sat cross-legged.

Behind him, a huge black sun rose slowly, exuding a mighty and terrifying attraction, swallowing the world with anger.

The clouds are rolling, the thunder is roaring!

When the first thunderbolt struck Danyang Town like a silver dragon.

In every corner of Danyang Town, those martial arts people who had hidden their whereabouts secretly waited and watched, all appeared.

Their eyes turned to Wudang Sub-rudder and began to converge actively!

Chapter 30

"That boy of Wudang faction, what are you doing?"

"Set up an iron pole in the yard. Is he trying to strike himself by lightning?"

"Could it be that the magical power of absorbing thunder power is recorded in that peerless book of heaven?"

...

These people came from all over the country. After getting the news, Qi Qi rushed to Danyang Town.

It's just that they are much smarter and more cautious than those who rush to the door to snatch magic power.

The lean camel was bigger than a horse. Although there are rumors, Song Qingshu was seriously injured after defeating the Mongolian soldiers, and his strength was greatly damaged.

But if the rumors are believed, sows can climb trees.

So they did not rush to be the first bird, but stayed overnight at the nearby people's home and watched in secret.

These days, the daredevils who broke into Wudang Sub-rudder one after another have all been chopped off.

Also let them make a cautious choice for themselves, for a while.

Originally, they planned to wait like this and let others take the initiative and take advantage of the fisherman's own profit.

However, this sudden thunderstorm disrupted their plans.

They weren’t sure why Song Qingshu had to get such a thing out of the yard, or why it was used.

But in case Song Qingshu's peerless magical skill, there is a way to heal injuries with the help of lightning.

Then they waited, wouldn't they have missed all the opportunities?

With this in mind, those'smart people' began to gather together consciously.

Of course, it is not a glamorous thing to kill and sell goods, and those who dare to hit Song Qingshu's idea are basically the masters with good looks.

So they all covered their faces tacitly without revealing their identity.

One of the sturdy old man with gray hair said: "Everyone, I don't think we can wait any longer.

Song Qingshu's injury will recover sooner or later, and when his injury recovers, we may have nothing to do with him.

Rather than intrigue, it is better to join forces, capture the kid together, and tortured the peerless book in public."

When the old man spoke, his breath was extremely strong, and he was obviously an acquired master.

Even if he does not know his identity, this cultivation base alone is enough to give him a higher position among the people.

"I agree, if Song Qingshu really killed the two elders Xuan Ming, then it will be very difficult for us to get him after his injuries recover!"

The one who was speaking was an old man carrying a sword, and his cultivation level had also reached the acquired realm.

He agreed with the opinion of the strong old man, and obviously planned to shoot tonight.