Comprehension Is Against The Heavens: Creating The Burning Sun Nine Yang Kung At The Beginning

"That's right, Senior Brother Yun is the number one among my three generations of Wudang disciples, with peerless talent!"

"There is also this Zhenwu Sword Technique, but only the most core disciples can practice it. How can you master it?"

"Oh, I'm just relying on my good background. In terms of talent, I'm not even qualified to carry Senior Brother Yun's shoes!"

Many disciples who had a good relationship with Jiang Lai nearby made sarcastic remarks.

The fact that these people can stay here proves their innocence.

But almost all of them were people who had a good relationship with Fu Yushu before.

Affected by Fu Yushu, Song Qingshu has a bad sense.

Song Qingshu glanced at Jiang Lai, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The fact that these people were able to stay during the investigation by Song Yuanqiao and others proves their innocence.

Just enjoying the bonus of the cultivation effect brought by his Five Elements Qi Gathering Formation, and speaking harshly to himself, it really made him uncomfortable.

"what happened?"

Just when Song Qingshu was about to impose some punishment.

A deep voice came from the side.

Yun Feiyang came slowly.

He has a square face, thick eyebrows, and a decent face.

Jiang Lai said to Yun Feiyang flatteringly.

"Senior Brother Yun, Song Qingshu just said that your Zhenwu swordsmanship has not yet achieved its true meaning. It only sees its form but not its spirit."

"His talent is far inferior to that of Senior Brother Yun, yet he actually commented on Senior Brother Yun's swordsmanship. Do you think it's funny or not?"

Yun Feiyang raised his eyebrows, walked up to Song Qingshu, and said calmly.

"Junior Brother Song has also practiced Zhenwu swordsmanship?"

Song Qingshu nodded.

"Not bad, I practiced for a day."

This is the truth.

When it comes to practicing Zhenwu swordsmanship, it can only be done when it is created.

At that time, I competed with Yin Liting and practiced a lot.

Other times, Song Qingshu would not practice deliberately at all.

For others, practicing Zhenwu swordsmanship has to start from scratch.

But for the creator Song Qingshu, it is equivalent to reaching the level directly without practicing at all!

Hear this.

Jiang Lai burst into laughter as if he had discovered a bright spot.

"Hahaha, you only have one day of practice and you actually have such a loud tone."

"Senior Brother Yun has been practicing for more than half a month!"

"Song Qingshu, are you afraid that your head was frozen by the cold poison of Xuanming Divine Palm?"

The words fell.

Song Qingshu's figure disappeared instantly.

A simple straight punch hit Jiang Lai hard in the abdomen.

Bang.

Everyone saw Jiang Lai flying into the air, his body turning into a parabola, and then falling to the ground.

puff!

Jiang Lai couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He lay on the ground and held his abdomen tightly, his body bent like a shrimp, with a look of pain on his face.

"Senior Brother Jiang!"

The expressions of the people around him changed, and they quickly ran over to check on Jiang Lai's injuries.

At the same time, some people pointed at Song Qingshu and said indignantly.

"Song Qingshu! Is it too much for you to hurt someone after a little quarrel?"

"If there is something wrong with Senior Brother Jiang, I will go to Senior Uncle Song to file a complaint against you!"

Song Yuanqiao looked calm, put his hands behind his back, and spoke calmly.

"Jiang Lai has made rude remarks several times and deserves to be taught a lesson."

"Don't worry, I've already kept my hand, otherwise he won't survive today!"

"you!!!"

Several people looked ugly.

Yun Feiyang went over to check Jiang Lai's injuries in person.

He was found to have no internal injuries but several broken ribs.

At least I would have to stay in bed for several months.

He walked up to Song Qingshu and frowned slightly.

"Junior Brother Song, we are all Wudang disciples. What you did seems to be a bit excessive."

Song Qingshu glanced at him and said.

"Senior Brother Yun, do you want to stand up for Jiang Lai? If so, feel free to come over."

"Since we, the warriors, practice martial arts, naturally whoever has the bigger fist will be justified!"

If it were Song Qingshu before, he would most likely choose to settle the matter.

But now, Song Qingshu knows very well.

What he pursues is the pinnacle of martial arts, but he has no time to get involved with these small characters.

Likewise, he didn't want to hear anyone talking behind his back.

It's better to show your strength a little and avoid a lot of trouble in the future.

Yun Feiyang felt a little unhappy.

He doesn't have much fondness or dislike for Song Qingshu, and the two of them don't have many interactions.

But at this moment, Yun Feiyang felt anger rising in his heart.

After all, he is currently the first among the three generations of disciples.

Even though Song Qingshu is Song Yuanqiao's son, he shouldn't be so arrogant in front of him.

Yun Feiyang's eyes became serious and he spoke.

"Junior Brother Song just now said that I can't master Zhenwu swordsmanship."

"Then why don't we just spar and let me see how far my junior brother's Zhenwu swordsmanship has reached!"

Song Qingshu showed a smile on his face and nodded in agreement.

"good!"

Soon, Song Qingshu and Yun Feiyang stood facing each other with swords in the martial arts field.

The surrounding area was surrounded by disciples watching the fun, and everyone was talking about it.

"Ouch! What's going on? There's actually going to be a fight? Who do you think will win?"

"Tch~ Is this necessary? There is no doubt that it is Senior Brother Yun. He has reached the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm. He has received the inheritance of Zhenwu Swordsmanship a few days ago, and his strength has reached a higher level!"

"Yes, although Song Qingshu broke through to the innate realm by luck, it is said that it was because of the Nine Yang Divine Art, and it was just good luck!"

"It is said that the two of them are going to compete in Zhenwu swordsmanship. Song Qingshu also said that Senior Brother Yun can't master swordsmanship. Isn't this asking for abuse?"

In the field.

Yun Feiyang was full of true energy, and his aura in the middle stage of the Xiantian realm was fully revealed, making him appear extremely powerful.

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"Junior Brother Song, you are younger and have a lower level, so you should take action first."

Song Qingshu holds the sword in one hand and puts the other hand behind his back.

With his clothes flying, he looks like a handsome young man in troubled times, with a graceful demeanor.

But he didn't show off his momentum at all, but smiled lightly.

"I think it's better for Senior Brother Yun to take action first. I'm afraid that once I take action, Senior Brother Yun will have no chance."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding disciples gasped in disbelief.

"Who gave him the courage to be so arrogant!"

"I want to see how Song Qingshu begs for mercy when he is pressed to the ground and rubbed by Senior Brother Yun!"

"You are really not very capable, but your tone is not small!"

Yun Feiyang laughed angrily and stopped talking nonsense.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and billowing sword intent erupted.

"Zhenwu swordsmanship, driving away shadows!"

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