People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he is not so deep in the city.

Being pointed out and insulted in public, naturally his face was not good, and he said viciously:

"Zhang Wuwei, you are courting death."

Zhang Wuwei pinched his nostrils, seemingly digging out a mysterious object, and flicked Song Qingshu:
"Oh, I'm so scared."

"So what? Your father, Song Yuanqiao, appointed me to be the next head of Wudang?"

"Little baby, why don't you go back crying and ask your father if it's true, hahaha."

Song Qingshu took a step back, trying to avoid the mysterious thing.

But he forgot that his little brothers were densely packed behind him, and he bumped into others just as he stepped back.

I was trying to escape, but it was too late.

Suddenly, there was a faint slippery touch on his face, which caused a huge wave in his heart.

They are all disciples of Wudang, one of the Big Dippers of Mount Tai.

How could they use such despicable methods when they were all prominent and respectable figures on the mountain.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand in disbelief, and wiped his delicate face.

Let the faint slippery feeling pass to him more realistically through squeezing.

Suddenly his little face dressed as a scholar turned pale.

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay, what a Zhang Wuwei, he humiliated me so much."

"Do you dare to fight with me in the martial arts field?"

Zhang Wuwei continued to pinch his nose and asked, "Why should I fight you?"

"Just because your father is the head of Wudang?"

"It doesn't work, am I still the next head?"

Shaking the secret book of Qiankun in his sleeve: "Get some benefits, maybe I can still think about it."

Song Qingshu pointed at Zhang Wuwei angrily and said, "Do you look like a righteous disciple?"

"Look at how decent you are, you really embarrass Wudang."

Zhang Wuwei put down his fingers, and said casually, "Oh? Then you are an outstanding representative of righteousness?"

"Your little trick is just trying to provoke me, so that I can compete with you, and take the opportunity to expose you. Why are you pretending?"

"Everyone is in the same category, no, you are more disgusting than me, I am a real villain, and you are a hypocrite."

Song Qingshu was still young after all, being humiliated by Zhang Wuwei in public, it directly broke the darkness in his heart.

His face was suddenly white, and even his upper and lower lips were bloodless.

After a while, he stumbled and said:

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I, how could I be this kind of person."

"I am the chief disciple of the third generation of Wudang, how could it be, how could it be so dirty."

"Yes, so nasty."

It's just that everyone looked at him in a panic, no matter how they looked at it, they were all guilty.

But apart from his younger brother, Zhang Wuji, a somewhat simple and honest fool, no one continued to say anything.

Zhang Wuwei shook his head and said, "You know the truth, I know it, why explain it?"

Song Qingshu held the hilt of the sword: "What did I explain? What I said is the truth."

"How could I be the chief disciple of the three generations of Wudang, so dirty?"

"Yo Yo Yo, are you holding the hilt of the sword?" Zhang Wuwei sneered and said, "This is because you can't explain it, so you are going to force a martial arts competition?"

"Oh, sure enough, an explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth."

Putting his hands back, he sighed and exclaimed:
"To be righteous is to slaughter dogs, and to be ungrateful is to be a scholar. The ancients did not deceive me."

"You." Song Qingshu stared at Zhang Wuwei's unflattering expression for a while, but in the end he didn't dare to force his hand.

Reluctantly let go of the hilt of the sword, with fire in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked:
"Then do you dare to compete with me?"

"Bi." Zhang Wuwei touched Zhang Wuji's bruised and swollen face and said, "Of course, you beat my brother like this."

"How can I let you go as an elder brother, but well."

"We have to compete a bit, so that's it. If I lose, we two brothers will disappear from Wudang immediately."

"What if you lose? I don't need you, just shout three times in the square, I, Song Qingshu, am a bastard tortoise."

"My big disciple of Wudang, do you dare? Hahaha"

Taking a deep breath, Song Qingshu calmed down his anger and said, "Okay, a gentleman."

Zhang Wuwei raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and said, "It's hard to chase, please."

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, turned sideways, and stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

Today I, Song Qingshu, will let you know whose Wudang belongs to.

Zhang Wuwei smiled faintly, and strode out first with his hands behind his back.

Song Qingshu hastily followed, and walked side by side with Zhang Wuwei to the martial arts arena, refusing to lag behind.

He casually threw the accompanying sword to the younger brother, took two wooden swords from the shelf, threw one of them to Zhang Wuwei and said, "Go on."

"They're all brothers from the same sect. It's not good to see blood. Let's use a wooden sword to distinguish between high and low."

Although he was furious, he hadn't completely lost his mind.

He understood that he could humiliate Zhang Wuwei at will during the contest, but he must not hurt his life.

Zhang Wuwei took the wooden sword, danced the sword flower decently, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground and said:
"Come on, my great Wudang disciple."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes, ignored Zhang Wuwei's teasing, and meditated on his luck.

After all, he is a rising star who has been carefully cultivated by Wudang for many years, not to mention that he has already reached the fourth-grade acquired state at a young age.

Even at the moment of the competition, he adjusted his mentality.

Shouted: "Look at the sword."

He was the first to make a straight stab, heading straight for Zhang Wuwei's chest.

This move is one of the thirteen moves of Wudang swordsmanship. It looks like a straight thrust, but in fact all the internal energy is concentrated on the small sword tip.

After the hit, all of them exploded, and the stabbing was the collapse. If you don't know it, you will suffer a big loss if you simply parry.

Although Zhang Wuwei is not good at martial arts, his eyesight is still very good.

Immediately recognized the extraordinaryness of this move, he flipped his wrist, and the wooden sword went from bottom to top, he didn't block this move at all, but pierced Song Qingshu's sword-holding wrist.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly on his snow-white face. Although Zhang Wuwei had good ideas, his strength was really poor.

You must know that the heads of many small schools and sects have the strength of Song Qingshu, but Zhang Wuwei is only ninth rank.

The strengths of the two are so different that Song Qingshu just gently twisted his waist to the right to wrap his body, and instantly touched Zhang Wuwei's wooden sword with the sword body.

Then with the body turning, he drew the long sword to draw a semicircle, and directly swung Zhang Wuwei's wooden sword.

At the same time, Zhang Wuwei's center of gravity involuntarily moved to the right along with the long sword.

With just this blow, his chest opened wide, revealing flaws.

Song Qingshu smiled even more, stepped forward and blocked Zhang Wuwei's wooden sword from turning, and then stabbed forward with the sword, hitting the vital part of the wide-open chest.

If this strike is solid, even with a wooden sword, it will be unbearably painful.

Zhang Wuwei's eyes froze, he underestimated this villain who was finally ruined in the original book.

I also underestimated the gap between these few ranks, even if he didn't even take a move, it was already very dangerous.

If this is an enemy, with a light steel long sword, I am afraid that he will be able to understand him all at once.

With a thought, he instantly used the comprehension card.