The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

"Yang Fengling, Emei, and his disciple Zhao Zhiruo, come to retrieve the Yitian Sword!"

Yang Fengling's demeanor was cold, and when he spoke to Song Yuanqiao, he had an air of looking down.

"It's just a teacher of the Emei School, how can you be so rude?"

Song Yuanqiao took a sip of tea, frowned, thinking secretly in his heart.

He is now the acting head of Wudang, and his status is the same as that of Miejue Shitai.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, a sect mentor must salute when he sees him.

But Yang Fengling not only didn't salute him, but also spoke condescendingly.

But Song Yuanqiao didn't show dissatisfaction on the surface.

"Mr. Yang, hello, I've come from a long way, and I welcome you from afar!"

Song Yuanqiao stood up, nodded and said.

He didn't mention Yitianjian at all, and he acted like he didn't hear it.

"Well, then can we take away the Yitian Sword?"

Yang Fengling didn't say much, his eyes fixed directly on Yitianjian.

"Mr. Yang, Wudang and Emei are Jianghu alliances, and many agreements have been reached recently. Why don't you take a break and exchange feelings between the two factions?"

Song Yuanqiao stopped in front of Yang Fengling, with a humble and gentle smile on his face.

It's just that his attitude is firm, he is not going to take out the Yitian Sword at all.

"Oh, how do you want to communicate the feelings between the two factions?"

Yang Fengling was not angry, but spoke calmly.

"Well, the Jianghu people have their own way of exchanging feelings. I think Teacher Yang has also brought his proud disciples, so why not, let our disciples compete with your disciples and exchange martial arts!"

Song Yuanqiao asked someone to arrange a seat for Yang Fengling, and then asked Song Qingshu to stand up.

"Wudang Song Qingshu, pay homage to Instructor Yang!"

Song Qingshu bowed his head and saluted.

The two of them, father and son, stared at Yang Fengling, as if you would never hand over the Yitian Sword unless you agree to the sparring.

Facing their persecution, Yang Fengling turned his head.

"Zhiruo, he is at the eighth level of the Yuan Bao Realm, and you are at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, how sure are you?"

Yang Fengling didn't talk nonsense, but directly asked Zhao Zhiruo how sure he was.

"Eighth level of Baoyuan Realm, cultivation is very fast, but this disciple is [-]% sure that he can beat him!"

Zhao Zhiruo just looked at Song Qingshu, and replied confidently.

"Hahaha, is this girl crazy? Qi Condensation Realm dares to talk about a battle with Baoyuan Realm?!"

"I'm laughing to death. Wouldn't she think that the Yuanyuan Realm is the same as the Qi Condensation Realm, and the realm doesn't have much influence, right? Those who have arrived, dare to be so arrogant?"

"I'm still [-]% sure? I really don't know what to do!"

"Does Emei only have disciples like this now?"

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A group of Wudang disciples next to him laughed out loud when they heard Zhao Zhiruo's words, mocking wildly.

The realm of warriors is not so easy to cross, and the difference between Qi Condensation Realm and Yuanyuan Realm is also a gap.

In other words, it is absolutely impossible for Qi Condensation Realm to win Baoyuan Realm.

"Hehe, Teacher Yang, your disciple is quite joking!"

Song Yuanqiao also shook his head, not paying attention to Zhao Zhiruo at all.

If Zhao Zhiruo was a martial artist in the Baoyuan Realm, then Song Yuanqiao would still think that the outcome was uncertain.

But at the Qi Condensation Realm, there is no suspense in this discussion.

"Joke? I think you can see if she is joking after the sparring is over!"

Yang Fengling shook his head, found a seat and sat down, looking at Zhao Zhiruo in his spare time.

"Hehe, let's wait and see!"

Song Yuanqiao didn't say any more, he felt that the result later would tell Zhao Zhiruo the answer to his master and apprentice.

"Junior Sister Zhao, I invite you!"

Song Qingshu stood up and saluted Zhao Zhiruo.

Regardless of whether Zhao Zhiruo was arrogant or not, at least she was a beautiful woman, Song Qingshu still had to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor.

"Senior Brother Song, if you want to fight, just fight, don't say too much!"

Zhao Zhiruo nodded and stood opposite Song Qingshu.

If it was her before, facing Song Qingshu, she would have no choice but to admit defeat.