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

To dissipate the fierce force of Zhenshan Iron Palm, it is almost as good to use Wudang Cotton Palm of the same grade.

But Song Qingshu used cloud hands, an 'entry-level palm technique' that even Wudang Xiaodao children have learned.

More importantly, what he defuses with the cloud hand is not the Zhenshan Iron Palm of ordinary Wudang disciples, but the iron palm of Zhang Sanfeng, a peerless great master.

In the center of the hall, the shocking and terrifying palm prints are clearly visible.

The power of Zhang Sanfeng's palm is definitely not watery, it is enough to easily crush a first-class powerhouse!

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

It turns out that senior brother Qingshu has been keeping a low profile all along, and has never shown his true strength.

It's ridiculous that I'm still watching the sky from a well, thinking that I can stand shoulder to shoulder with my senior brother.

It's just sitting on a well and looking at the sky, it's so generous!

……

"good."

Zhang Sanfeng entered into a fighting state, and increased his strength a bit: "Come again!"

This time, Zhang Sanfeng turned rigidity into softness, and also used Wudang Cloud Hand.

Immediately, a wave of pure energy that was as long as a cloud, but with a strong force, followed Zhang Sanfeng's palm and went straight towards Song Qingshu.

The cloud hand, which seems to be superficial and simple, seems to have been completely reborn under the display of Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu at this time, radiating a new mystery.

At this moment, let alone those disciples watching outside the hall.

Even the eyes of the Wudang Seven Heroes were all focused on the two of them, and it was hard to hide their shock.

Because they discovered to their horror that if they were to end up on their own, with the same skill, no matter whether they were facing Zhang Sanfeng or Song Qingshu...

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

The fight between Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu was still going on, they didn't use advanced martial arts, they were still using Wudang push hands.

This is the real return to basics, to realize the essence in the most basic and simple martial arts.

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

At this time, the fighting power displayed by the two has already reached the acquired realm.

Witnessing this scene, those Wudang disciples were even more astonished.

They originally thought that they had underestimated Senior Brother Qingshu in the past, and they had seen Senior Brother Qingshu's true strength before.

But as it turns out, they were still too naive.

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

God!

An acquired master at the age of 20, what kind of concept is this?

In the past hundred years, I am afraid that such peerless geniuses can be counted on one hand!

When a person is one step ahead of you, maybe you will want to catch up with him or even surpass him.

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

Then all you have left is to look up.

At this moment, Song Qingshu didn't make an example of others, nor crushed his peers.

But all the disciples of Wudang's third generation have already respected him alone, allowing him to establish absolute prestige in their hearts.

Perhaps, this is what Zhang Sanfeng wants to see.

"Come again!"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng's moves changed.

His palm technique became more erratic, like clouds moving in the sky and cotton wool on the ground, without any effort.

But there are strands of dark energy in it, like maggots on tarsal bones, which can entangle and wear away everything.

"Cotton palm!"

Outside the main hall, there were disciples with scorching eyes, extremely hot.

He recognized Zhang Sanfeng's kung fu, which is the one of Wudang's unique skills - Mian Zhang.

Chapter 6

Mianzhang can be regarded as Wudang's signature martial art. It uses softness to overcome strength, and weakness to restrain strength.

Among the ten Wudang core disciples, there are at least eight or nine who have mastered this palm technique.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng demonstrated this palm technique in person, using it to fight against the enemy, immediately made a group of Wudang disciples feel like a pilgrimage, carefully comprehending it.

call!

Wind blows!

Zhang Sanfeng has a childlike face, with uninterrupted palm strength, and he goes straight towards Song Qingshu with every move.

As if he was weaving a net, the cotton palm combined with Wudang Ti Yunzong's lightness kung fu, erratically, sent waves of true energy towards Song Qingshu.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the scope of Song Qingshu's activities is getting smaller.

Even though he was still using Ti Yun Zong to dodge, he was still restrained like a flying insect in a spider web, and his range of motion became smaller and smaller.

"Qingshu is about to lose."

Among the crowd, Song Yuanqiao, with the highest level of martial arts, spoke at this time.

"Brother, don't worry, Master and the old man won't hurt Qing Shu."

"It's enough to be proud of being able to compete with Master and other old people for this sake."

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

……

Song Qingshu didn't hear the discussion of Wudang Seven Heroes.

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

When listening to the sermon before, he naturally comprehended the mysterious martial arts, but when Song Qingshu used it, he felt very jerky.

But at this time, in the sparring with Zhang Sanfeng, he clearly felt that those martial arts mysteries were being absorbed by him at an accelerated rate.

He could feel that he was making progress every minute and every second.

It's not the improvement of skills, it's the improvement of combat experience, it's the control of these martial arts, these are also the embodiment of combat power!

Fighting is the catalyst for strength improvement, this sentence is indeed true.

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

What is left to Song Qingshu is only a corner of the land.

Like a flying insect wrapped heavily in spider silk, it is completely unable to escape at this time, and there is no power to return to heaven.

Zhang Sanfeng's palm came slowly and flatly.

This palm seemed peaceful and weak, but it carried an unstoppable momentum, blocking all escape routes.

"Qingshu is defeated!"

"This is Mianzhang's last move—Sorrowful Rain. According to legend, it was invented by Master on the day of Guo Xiang's death."

"Senior Brother Qingshu is proud to be able to hold on until Patriarch Master uses this trick."

"In time, Wudang will definitely flourish in the hands of Senior Brother Qingshu!"

……

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

But they still believed that Song Qingshu's defeat was certain.

After all, with 80 years of combat experience missing, even if you compete in the same realm, losing is not ashamed.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's retreating figure stopped.

He stood still suddenly, and when he opened and closed his eyes, a mighty sword intent that pierced the sky swept out.

Facing the overwhelming palm gesture, Song Qingshu gave a soft drink, pointed at it as a sword, and went forward without hesitation.

Break it for me!

At the same time, the Zhenwu Divine Sword hanging on the sorghum in the Zhenwu Hall seemed to be awakened.

The sound of the sword's cry changed from light to heavy, gradually like a dragon singing and a phoenix whistling, piercing clouds and cracking stones.

The dust on the scabbard was washed away in an instant.

A sword light, like a divine light breaking the dawn, reappeared in the world!

Clang!

This sword cry seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth.

The sword light at this moment seemed to cover the sun.

When everything returned to calm, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu stood facing each other.

A divine sword with a simple and majestic shape was inserted in the middle of the two, and the palm gestures that were everywhere had been completely broken.

Instead, there was an extremely sharp sword intent, which seemed to be able to split the entire Zhenwu Hall.

"This... this is the sword intent of the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen!"

Among the Wudang Seven Heroes, Yin Liting, the Sixth Hero, specializes in swordsmanship and has the highest attainment in swordsmanship.

At this time, he was the first to recognize the way of this sword intent, and even recognized the sword technique that Song Qingshu just displayed.

The sword moves are not the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, but the sword intent is as good as fake.