[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Destiny Green Book

Everyone's expressions were blank for a moment.

That Master Kongzhi said just now that because Master Zhang is two generations older than him, if he fights one-on-one, he might be disrespectful to Master Zhang, but this Wudang kid actually replied, because the master is more than a little older than the kid, The kid didn't dare to fight one-on-one, so he had to ask the three masters to show his respect. This looked humble and respectful, but in fact... it was blatantly hitting Master Kongzhi in the face!

So eloquent and quick thinking...

This kid from Wudang really just went crazy for a while and challenged the three monks when he lost all reason?

It doesn't look like it.

Everyone had their own thoughts for a moment.

Master Kong Zhi's face was flushed by Song Qingshu's publicly posted battle stickers, and now he looked at the original distressed face, and now he looked like he was glaring at King Kong.

"Okay! Okay!" He sneered, his eyes as cold as iron, "Since that's the case, then the three of my brothers and sisters have accepted Song Shaoxia's challenge!"

As he spoke, he ignored Song Yuanqiao who was about to speak, and directly looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was sitting calmly on the spot:

"It's just Daoist Zhang, there are some things that need to be stated beforehand. The three old monks and brothers have practiced martial arts for many years, and they are the most upright in their journey of martial arts. They will definitely not do things that are merciful and do not try their best just because Song Shaoxia is still young. Come on. So, if Song Shaoxia is accidentally injured during the 'discussion' with us, I hope Master Zhang will not be offended."

Kong Zhi's words were very forceful, and seemed to be taking advantage of the situation to oppress others, not to mention the Wudang Seven Heroes, but the few Emei disciples headed by Master Jingxuan who heard the words all frowned, their faces With a look of disapproval——

Shaolin is the Big Dipper of Wulin Taishan, in terms of prestige alone, it may be even higher than Wudang, which has been established for less than a hundred years.

Master Kongzhi is of the same generation as Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin, and has always been revered as one of the four great monks in Shaolin.

With such a martial arts status, he haggled over every detail with the younger generation of Wudang, and even publicly hinted that in the ensuing fight, he would be ruthless until he was injured or even seriously injured.

As a monk, how can it not be astonishing to have such a mind?

Master Jingxuan frowned, seeing that Master Kongzhi was pressing the question, he immediately wanted to speak a few words of justice for Wudang.

Unexpectedly, he was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.

"Master Kongwen also means the same?"

Zhang Sanfeng ignored Kong Zhi's persuasive questioning, but turned his gaze to the Shaolin abbot who closed his eyes and said nothing.

Kong Wen couldn't help sighing when he heard the words, whispered the Buddha's name, and then replied in a harmonious voice: "Master Zhang, don't misunderstand. Master Kong Zhi is straightforward, and he always says what he thinks. He is not talking to Song Shaoxia. With malice in mind, but the sword has no eyes, I was afraid that there would be accidental injury during the exchange, so I thought that if I didn't make it clear in advance, I would have a basis at that time, so that there would be no further disputes, but people would see it as a joke."

Kong Wen's tone was sincere, and unlike the quick-tempered Master Kong Zhi, his speech was well-founded and quite convincing.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, "I see. Then I'll ask my disciple's opinion."

"Qing Shu, what do you think?"

Song Qingshu didn't hesitate, and immediately replied:

"Back to Grand Master, Qingshu has no objection."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't seem surprised by his answer.

He said calmly: "If that's the case, then it's up to you."

After all, he actually kept his mouth shut and said nothing, and really handed over the full power to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu clasped his fists at Kong Wen and saluted the three of them: "Wudang Song Qingshu, please enlighten me from the three masters!"

Kong Wen clasped his hands together, bowed his head to return the salute, "Song Shaoxia please."

At this time, a large area in the center of the hall has been consciously vacated by all the martial arts practitioners for four people to compete.

Song Qingshu was the first to enter the arena, and unsheathed his sword from his waist:

"The younger generation is used to using swords, so today I will ask the three masters for advice on Wudang swordsmanship. If you have any weapons you are proud of, please feel free to use them."

Kong Wen said "Amitabha", "Thank you Song Shaoxia for your kindness, the old monk and the two younger brothers don't like to use weapons."

It is "not fond of using" rather than "not good at using".

It seems that this Master Kongwen has a much stronger heart than his frowning junior.

All four stood still in the field.

To outsiders, this picture is really a bit funny, one side is three senior and respected Shaolin eminent monks, the other side is a Wudang young hero who has just tied his hair.

If the number of people were reversed, it wouldn't be so unbelievable, but the reality is that it is indeed the Wudang young hero who is going to face the three Shaolin monks by himself!

At this moment, all the martial arts people present, no matter what calculations they had about Wudang, felt a cold sweat for Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu himself did not feel any pressure.

He stood quietly in the arena with his sword in his hand, his eyes roving over the three eminent monks facing him.

The positions of these three people are extremely clever. At first glance, they seem to have nothing to do with each other. However, the more you observe, the more you will find that the distance between them is actually just right. If any one of them makes a move, the other two can immediately change their positions. position, forming a new linkage, so that no matter which one of the three people takes the initiative to attack, it will eventually evolve into a situation of one against three.

So the three of them all looked like old gods in their chests, their eyes were lowered and they were only about to recite a few more scriptures, it didn't look like they were competing with others, but like they were doing morning and evening lessons in their own Daxiong Palace up.

Song Qingshu smiled suddenly.

——So he was underestimated?

And the other party also acted very naturally?

This is really...

How long has it been since you have seen such a scene?

Now that we meet again, thinking about it, I still have some nostalgia.

Song Qingshu chuckled silently.

Suddenly, a point of sword light suddenly appeared out of thin air in a quiet hall!

It was Song Qingshu who held his sword and raised his hand to make a move. When Wudang disciples fought with their elders, the starting gesture was "Wanyue Chaozong".

The faces of the three Shaolin monks on the opposite side suddenly froze!

Seeing that Master Kongxing, who hadn't said a word since entering the hall, suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a crisp "ding", he flicked directly on the sword that was rushing towards him with his palm force!

When the palm touched the blade, Kong Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but said that the kid surnamed Song was afraid that he would be powerless now. It would be easy to let go of the long sword, but it would bounce back with both the sword and the person. If so, it would make him long My memory, at a young age, next time don't brag like this, making people laugh for no reason.

However, the sudden sense of attack from his hand has not weakened at all. Kong Xing was slightly stunned, only to hear senior brother Kong Wen yell "Quick back!" aside.

It wasn't until then that there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand belatedly.

Kong Xing bowed his head, and saw that the palm of his right hand, which had been stretched out to block the boy surnamed Song, had an extra inch long, extremely deep scar!

I was shocked immediately.

Everyone in Shaolin came late, and they didn't hear Song Qingshu's birthday wishes that resounded through the hall before.

Therefore, it is impossible to imagine that Song Qingshu's internal strength is so profound at such a young age, one person with one sword, just as soon as he meets his face, he will split the palm of Kongxing, who has practiced the Shaolin dragon claw hand so perfectly, with sword energy A wound!

Kong Wen and Kong Zhi looked dignified.

Kong Xing has studied Dragon Claw Hands for many years, and it can be said that [-]% of the kung fu in the whole body is in one pair of hands.

Now that he has injured his right hand, it may be difficult for him to do anything in the next fight.

At the very beginning, one of the three of them has been abandoned, if it is all the fault of underestimating the enemy, it is not entirely true.

Kong Wen and Song Qingshu quickly exchanged moves, and he was amazed——

Although this Song Shaoxia is young, his internal strength is no less than his own!

Is it because of his extraordinary talent and extraordinary advancement, or...

In a daze, Song Qingshu's sword was already in front of him, Kong Wen turned around to avoid it, but saw another palm roaring towards him——

In a hurry, he had no choice but to slap the opponent recklessly with luck!

When the two palms intersected, Kong Wen only felt that the opponent's palm force seemed to overwhelm mountains and seas, carrying a pure internal force of pure and yang, rushing towards him, all the internal organs seemed to be displaced by the impact in an instant, and his eyes couldn't help but black , "Wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Brother!"

"Senior Brother Abbot!"

Kong Xing and Kong Zhi saw him spurting blood and retreated, they couldn't help but screamed and flew forward, one left and one right supported him.

Kong Wen's face was pale, only his lips were red like blood, it was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

However, facing Kongxing Kongzhi and Kongxing Kongzhi's worried and disbelieving eyes, he gave a wry smile and shook his head comfortingly at them:

"Two junior brothers, don't worry, I'm fine."

As he said that, he turned his gaze to Song Qingshu who had put his sword in his hand and calmly returned to his original position——

"Forgive me for taking the liberty. Could it be that what Song Shaoxia practiced is Wudang Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu?"

"Exactly."

Song Qingshu generously admitted.

However, "Why did the master ask such a question? But what's wrong with this junior?" He asked doubtfully.

Hearing the words, Kong couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"There's nothing wrong with it." He waved his hand weakly, "It's just..."

"It's just that the old man is a little envious of Master Zhang, who can accept such a Lin'er."

"Song Shaoxia's qualifications are only seen in my life. It's a pity..."

——Why not my Shaolin disciple!

Kong Wen shook his head and sighed.

How can there be so many people who don't understand, what does what he wanted to say but didn't say in the end mean?

All of a sudden, the room was in an uproar.

Originally thought it would be a good show, who would have thought that it would end like this in the end?

Everyone sighed, sighed, surprised, surprised, while they were discussing, suddenly saw that Song Shaoxia flew up suddenly, and shot out with the long sword in his hand——

"Where are you bastards! How dare you spy on my Zixiao Palace?"

It turned out that someone was lurking outside the hall!

The author has something to say: Cough...I forgot to set the time after putting away the draft box last night...

Fortunately, I climbed up to take a look before taking a nap, and found that there was no update, so I quickly made up for it, otherwise... I can’t even think about it _(:з」∠)_