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Chapter 184 Losing two rounds in a row

"Wudang Song Qingshu, which Mingjiao friend can enlighten me?"

In the middle of the field, Song Qingshu cupped his fists at Mingjiao and asked.

"Daddy, my daughter wants to play."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Yang Buhui said to Yang Xiao.

"No, you are not allowed to go."

Yang Xiao pondered for a moment, and said: "This Song Qingshu is the only son of Wudang's current head teacher, Song Yuanqiao. He has won his father's true biography, and his skill cannot be underestimated."

"But my daughter's skills have also increased significantly recently."

Yang Buhui was not convinced: "Even the leader said a few days ago that my strength is considered No.1 among the younger generation!"

"Nonsense, the leader just praised you casually, so you take it seriously?"

Yang Xiao scolded softly when he heard the words.

"You haven't seen your daughter's kung fu, how do you know that the leader is not telling the truth?"

Yang Buhui argued.

"You are my daughter, don't I know your strength?"

Yang Xiao's expression became serious, and he said, "Go down!"

"Daddy...huh!"

Seeing that Yang Xiao was really angry, Yang Buhui didn't dare continue to argue, so he let out annoyance, stomped his feet and returned to the formation.

Ignoring the sulking Yang Buhui, Yang Xiao said to a young man from "Tianzimen", "Yu Shuang, go meet Song Qingshu!"

"Yes!"

Yu Shuang responded, and came to the arena with his sword in his arms.

"Mingjiao Yu Shuangte came to ask for advice!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

Without saying much, the two drew out their swords and immediately fought together.

However, after only a dozen rounds of fighting, the people watching the battle on the Mingjiao side all frowned.

"Yang Zuoshi, your disciple is suppressed by Wudang's doll."

Zhou Dian didn't have so many twists and turns, and spoke directly.

"Ah."

Yang Xiao nodded with a sullen face.

Although Yu Shuang's reputation in the arena is not obvious, Yang Xiao himself is very satisfied with him, otherwise he would not have arranged for him to be the first to play against Song Qingshu.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they fought, the gap between the two appeared so quickly.

"Actually, Yu Shuang's strength is quite good."

Yin Tianzheng on the side shook his head: "I see that Yu Shuang's swordsmanship is light and elegant, and it has begun to take shape. It is obvious that he has some talent for swordsmanship."

"Eagle King, don't you slap Yang Zuoshi in the face when you say that?"

Zhou Dian laughed and said, "If Yu Shuang is really as powerful as you said, why is he the one being suppressed and beaten now?"

"That's because Song Qingshu's swordsmanship is a bit weird."

Yin Tianzheng said: "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, he has never seen this kind of swordsmanship in Jianghu... How about Yang Zuoshi?"

"I've never seen one either."

Yang Xiao also noticed the weirdness of Song Qingshu's swordsmanship at this moment.

At first glance, his swordsmanship seems to be very slow, and every movement can be seen clearly, but when he looks closely, he finds that every sword move is extremely smooth, as if there are continuous back moves.

Just when the two were thinking hard about what kind of sword technique this was, they heard a clear female voice suddenly coming from the side: "I've seen this sword technique before!"

Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng turned their heads in surprise, only to see Yang Buhui coming to the front again at some point.

"Don't fool around!"

Seeing this, Yang Xiao frowned and said.

"Yang Zuoshi, don't say that."

Yin Tianzheng smiled and said: "I don't regret it, have you really seen this kind of swordsmanship?"

Yang Buhui deliberately ignored Yang Xiao, and said to Yin Tianzheng, "Uncle Yin, I have seen this sword technique in the lettering of Manjianghong left by the leader."

"what?"

Everyone present was surprised when they heard Yang Buhui's answer.

"Don't regret it, baby, don't talk nonsense. The red inscription on the river is the sword intention left by the leader. How can this Wudang sect's calf nose do it?"

Zhou Dian couldn't help but said.

"But the sword technique he uses now is very similar to the Tai Chi sword technique mentioned by the leader!"

Yang Buhui said: "It's just that, compared to the profound and profound Tai Chi sword intent left by the leader, this Song Qingshu's sword technique has too many traces of chiseling and axe. It does not conform to the principle of 'continuous strength and determination' that the leader said."

"Tai Chi swordsmanship?"

The first time I heard this term, Yin Tianzheng and the others were taken aback.

Before they could continue to question, they heard a crisp sound from the field, Yu Shuang's sword was knocked to the ground by Song Qingshu, and at the same time, his sword also touched Yu Shuang's neck.

"Acceptance!"

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Song Qingshu smiled.

"it is good!"

"Song Shaoxia is doing well!"

"Good swordsmanship!"

"As expected of a queen from a famous family, she is extremely powerful."

"Didn't embarrass Zhang Sanfeng!"

"I never imagined that Wudang School's swordsmanship is so brilliant."

Seeing Song Qingshu's victory, the six sects immediately rejoiced and praised Song Qingshu.

A strict person like Miejue Shitai took this opportunity to teach his disciples to work harder.

Hearing everyone's praise, Song Qingshu showed a smug smile on his face, and saluted everyone.

Here, Yu Shuang returned to the formation and knelt down to Yang Xiao Shanzi: "I'm sorry, Master, this disciple lost."

Yang Xiao shook his head and said: "Failure is a common thing for military strategists. What's the point of being depressed? Just absorb the experience and go back and practice martial arts well."

"Yes!"

Although Yang Xiao said so, Yu Shuang still retreated into the formation with a sad face.

At this moment, everyone just heard Song Qingshu continue to call the formation: "Which other friends would like to give you advice next?"

Yang Xiao frowned immediately when he heard this.

As far as he knew, among the younger generation in the teaching, Yu Shuang's ability was considered to be the best. Yu Shuang was not Song Qingshu's opponent, even if others appeared on stage, they would have to lose.

"Daddy, let your daughter play!"

Seeing that Yang Xiao's eyes looked around, but they never fell on him, Yang Buhui said anxiously: "Daughter can see that Song Qingshu's Tai Chi swordsmanship is just superficial, I guarantee one hundred, no, five How about taking him down in ten strokes?"

"If I say no, I won't do it. You just go back and take it with me honestly. I shouldn't have taken you down the mountain before!"

Yang Xiao stared, and rejected Yang Buhui's request again.

"Daddy!"

Seeing that Yang Xiao kept ignoring him, Yang Buhui became more and more depressed.

Especially when she thought of the specious Taiji swordsmanship that Song Qingshu displayed just now, she was even more eager to come on stage and teach Song Qingshu what the real Taiji swordsmanship is like.

Without bothering Yang Buhui, Yang Xiao asked Yin Tianzheng, "Brother Yin, do you have any good people under your command?"

Yin Tianzheng pondered for a while, and said to a burly young man: "The wild king is not here, Luo Rucheng, you can go on stage."

This Luo Rucheng is eight feet tall, with muscles all over his body.

Hearing Yin Tianzheng's words, he responded, and brought a cooked copper rod as thick as a goose egg to the arena.

"Mingjiao Luo Rucheng, please enlighten me!"

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, it was as if a thunder exploded out of thin air.

Seeing Luo Rucheng's body like a hill, Song Qingshu's expression became more dignified: "Please!"

Before the words were finished, Song Qingshu saw Luo Rucheng raise his stick and drop it, bringing the sound of hunting wind and hitting him with the stick.

Seeing that the copper stick was approaching imminently, Song Qingshu leaped backwards out of the attacking range of the copper stick.

Luo Rucheng took a big step forward and continued to chase after gaining momentum, while Song Qingshu jumped away again.

After doing this a few times, Luo Rucheng couldn't help getting impatient when he saw that he still couldn't hit Song Qingshu.

But Song Qingshu fought steadily, seeing that Luo Rucheng's lightness kung fu was not good, he quickly adjusted his strategy, performed Wudang's super lightness kung fu, and circled around Luo Rucheng.

"Eagle King, I'm afraid I'm going to lose this game again."

Zhou Dian couldn't help sighing after looking at it twice: "I've lost two games in a row, I'm so anxious that I want to end."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Song Qingshu say in the venue: "Acceptance."

"Ugh!"

Seeing Luo Rucheng returning dejectedly, Zhou Dian scratched his hair angrily.

In fact, not only Zhou Dian, but everyone in the Mingjiao had a bad look on their faces.

Although the six major sects and the Mingjiao did not set a system of winning every few rounds, Mingjiao lost two rounds in a row, and they still lost to the same person, which ultimately caused their morale to drop.

On the other hand, the six major sects saw that Song Qingshu of the Wudang sect alone had defeated two Mingjiao masters in a row, and they were all elated.

Because of this, some young people feel contemptuous of the people of Mingjiao, and they are gearing up one after another, hoping to use this opportunity to become famous in the world.

This was especially true for the people off the field, and Song Qingshu on the field was even more proud, feeling that the younger generation of Mingjiao was nothing more than mediocre.

He rejected Yu Lianzhou's suggestion to let him take a break, and continued to ask: "Is there any friend of Mingjiao who wants to come out and teach him? If not, I will go to rest."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft voice: "I'll meet you!"

Song Qingshu looked intently and saw a slim and beautiful woman jumping into the field.

(End of this chapter)