"Zhang Wuji, get out of the way!" Hearing Wang Xu's words, Song Qingshu was blue and strode with a sword.

Although this guy was angry, he also knew how to find a fig leaf for himself, so he first played a few sword tricks before sweeping towards Wang Xu.

This move is the top of the Wudang swordsmanship, although Zhang Wuji can't cultivate because of the heavy Xuanming Divine Palm and the cold poison in his body, he recognized the origin of this sword, and suddenly said loudly: "Be careful, this is the Wudang swordsmanship, dodge quickly!" ”

Bite...

As soon as Zhang Wuji opened his mouth, when he looked back, he saw Song Qingshu's sword flying out.

The long sword arced through the air, and the tip of the sword fell downwards to the ground, nailed to the bluestone slab and wobbly.

The people around didn't know what was going on, they looked at each other one by one, even Song Qingshu himself was blind, muttering: "Why did my sword fly?" ”

"The moves are too slow, the craftsmanship is too heavy, your Wudang swordsmanship is not proficient, it is okay to feed the brothers and sisters, but it will not work when you meet a master." Wang Xu has seen the Dugu Nine Swords, although he has not learned it, but the quality of the swordsmanship can still be seen.

Song Qingshu's Wudang swordsmanship, learned the appearance, but did not learn the essence, the shape is similar but not the same, a bit of a cat painting a tiger.

Dealing with second- and third-rate minions, this trick may still be a little interesting, but for a grandmaster like Wang Xu, who started with hard kung fu, it is really full of flaws.

"Impossible, my Wudang swordsmanship is never so easy to block." Song Qingshu is a face-loving person, and he was criticized by Wang Xu for a few words, and he couldn't get off the stage for a while.

Wang Xu stood unmoved, let Song Qingshu take back the long sword, and attacked again with the Wudang sword technique.

One move, two moves, three moves...

Song Qingshu is obviously a school line, he has not experienced real fighting, every move is according to the book, just like practicing swordsmanship.

Wang Xu used the sword as a reference, and flicked the blade of the sword away three times in a row.

After three moves, Song Qingshu's sword was messed up, slashing forward regardless of it, and roared: "Look at my Wudang swordsmanship!" ”

Bite!!!

Another crisp sound came, but Wang Xu did not flick the sword open, but pressed his fingers against the tip of the sword, so that Song Qingshu could not be saved.

The Wudang disciples who were watching were dumbfounded and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Wang Xu shook his head slightly, looked at Song Qingshu who was staring wide-eyed, and whispered, "What about embroidery?" Be a little stronger! ”

"You!" Song Qingshu's face turned red, and he used his strength to eat milk and pushed the sword hard.

But the tip of the sword was against Wang Xu's fingers, as if it was against an iron plate, no matter how hard he tried, he still didn't move.

"Just these two moments, you still want to pretend to be slapped in the face? Sadly, you don't have the right to pretend! Wang Xu stretched out his hand and shook it forward, and immediately grasped the blade of the long sword.

Ordinary people hold the blade of the sword, even if it is just a standard Wudang long sword, the head will be cut by the blade and the blood will flow.

Wang Xu is not an ordinary person, the sharp blade in his hand is not much better than a wooden stick.

Under Song Qingshu's incredulous gaze and the ghostly expressions of the Wudang disciples, Wang Xu crushed the long sword one by one, and whispered: "Next time, if you want to pretend to be forced to slap your face, determine the good candidate and then pretend, otherwise you will not pretend to be forced, but you will become a fool." ”

Boom, boom...

The severed sword body was crushed by Wang Xu with both hands and thrown to the ground like a melon seed.

Song Qingshu was already stupid, he just saw that Wang Xu was in the limelight and wanted to scare him with a sword dance.

It's good now, Wang Xu was not frightened, he himself was dumbfounded first, he really pretended to be forced but was grassed.

"Do you want to continue?" Wang Xu looked impatient, Song Qingshu's cultivation like this, standing so that he couldn't break the defense, I really don't know where this guy's superiority came from, he didn't even know what kind of cultivation he was, so he dared to jump up and pretend to be forced to slap his face.

Could it be that he has been on Wudang Mountain for too long, so long that he has been blinded, and he thinks that what he is like, others must be what he is.

It shouldn't be, the first-class level, among the young generation of the six major schools, I don't dare to say that it is rare.

After all, Ling Hu Chong, who is proud of the rivers and lakes, is a first-class master in his twenties, and his martial arts are definitely stronger than Song Qingshu in front of him.

In contrast, the Smiling Proud Jianghu World is one level lower than the Heaven and Dragon Slaying World, and Ling Hu Chong does not have a grandmaster-level master as a father, let alone a great grandmaster as an ancestor.

In comparison, Song Qingshu's starting point is much higher, and his achievements are much worse.

Even the descendant of the Shaolin Temple, Hui Zhen, who fought Zhang Wuji with Eagle Claw Gong in the movie, looks like he is twenty-seven or eighteen, and his strength is enough to fight Zhang Wuji, who has learned Jiuyang Divine Skill and learned the Great Shift, for dozens of rounds.

Although it is said that Zhang Wuji at that time had no internal strength and no experience in facing the enemy, he could not give full play to his strength.

But it can't be denied that Hui Zhen can fight with him for dozens of rounds, which is enough to show that his strength will not be much worse than that of the extermination master, at least at the level of a beginner grandmaster.

Song Qingshu is younger, but he belongs to the same young generation as Hui Zhen, and his first-class strength is not half a star compared with the grandmaster.

"Young people, a mountain on the rivers and lakes is higher than a mountain, and the most important thing is to be safe, not to think about getting ahead all the time. The gun shoots out the first bird, be careful that the head comes out too much, and in the end there is no head. ”

Wang Xu threw the fragment of the long sword on the ground and glanced at Zhang Wuji on the side, not wanting to play with Song Qingshu anymore.

Song Qingshu's martial arts are too low, and competing with him will not show Wang Xu's ability, and will only make him look stupid.

From beginning to end, everyone was silent, watching Wang Xu leave step by step.

After Wang Xu left, the Wudang disciples began to discuss, some people discussed what sect he came from, and some people discussed what kind of martial arts he used.

As for Song Qingshu, except for a few brothers who were good friends with him, most of them chose to ignore it, because looking at his stupid appearance, he knew that saying anything at this time was no less than pouring salt on the wound.

"What the hell is this person, he doesn't look very old, but he's really amazing!" Zhang Wuji's touch was no less than that of Song Qingshu, because he was unable to learn martial arts because of the cold poison in his body, so he had a deeper desire for martial arts.

Glancing at the depressed Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji rushed to catch up and chased towards the location where Wang Xu disappeared.

"The wind and sun of Wudang Mountain are beautiful, the top of the mountain is hidden between the clouds and mist, just standing here and looking down, there is an illusion that the mountains and rivers are all in the embrace, which is worthy of being the first of the four famous mountains of Taoism, one of the seventy-two caves of Taoism."

taught Song Qingshu a lesson, which was just a trivial matter for Wang Xu, and it did not affect his mood in browsing Wudang Mountain in the slightest.

"You're here, I've been looking for you for a while." When Wang Xu visited Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji ran up from behind.

Seeing Zhang Wuji, Wang Xu's expression was noncommittal.

He is not an orthodox infinite flow traverser, the protagonist is no different from ordinary people in his eyes, and he does not have the idea of cutting off the head of a chicken and burning yellow paper with him because Zhang Wuji is the protagonist.

Sensing Wang Xu's cold expression, Zhang Wuji did not change the smile on his face, and still said eagerly: "Wudang Mountain is very big, if you want to play, why don't I help you lead the way." My name is Zhang Wuji, my father is Zhang Cuishan, one of the five heroes of Wudang, I grew up on Wudang Mountain, and I know where there is fun. ”

"Zhang Wuji, I know you." Wang Xu nodded slightly, although he didn't have the intention of swearing to Zhang Wuji, he didn't reach out to hit the smiling man.

"You know me?" Zhang Wuji looked very happy, scratched his head and smiled: "You should have heard of my father, his old man is quite famous in the rivers and lakes, and he has endured for a long time until now." ”

The dragon slaying knife is in Xie Xun's hands, and Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu are the only people who know about Xie Xun's hermitage.

Seven years ago, the five major factions gathered in Wudang Mountain to force Zhang Cuishan and his wife to tell Xie Xun's whereabouts.

In order to avoid betraying his friends, and in order to avoid Wudang Mountain from competing with the five major sects, Zhang Cuishan and his wife committed suicide and died, and they did not tell Xie Xun's whereabouts until they died.

To this day, as long as the dragon slayer knife or Xie Xun is mentioned, Zhang Cuishan and his wife will definitely be mentioned.

Whether it is love or hate, there are not many people who can commit suicide for their friends.

Even if the rivers and lakes are a place that is easy to forget, now when it comes to Zhang Cuishan and his wife, I have to say that I admire it.

After all, people who walk the rivers and lakes, whether they are villains or gentlemen, always have to look very righteous on their lips, and over time, Zhang Cuishan's reputation as a righteous gentleman spread, not only did not diminish with his death, but under the temptation of the dragon slaying knife, there was a trend of intensification.

"Although my father is dead, he has lived vigorously, and I am too a failure compared to him. Forget it, don't mention this, but you have been careful recently, Song Qingshu is the first person of the three generations of disciples of Wudang, and if you lose his face, you will lose the face of the three generations of disciples of Wudang, and someone may want to trouble you. Zhang Wuji took advantage of Wang Xu's topic, and his voice changed, and he talked about Wang Xu again.

Wang Xu raised his head slightly, the expression on his face was full of indifference, and he said: "Song Qingshu has been defeated, and there are still three generations of disciples who dare to trouble me?" ”

Zhang Wuji paused for a moment, as if he had heard a funny question, and said with a smile: "You are joking, Song Qingshu is known as the first person of the three generations of disciples, this is because he is the son of Uncle Song, the face of the three generations of disciples of Wudang. If you want to talk about martial arts, Song Qingshu can't enter the top ten among the three generations of disciples, and if the three generations of disciples of Wudang are all like this, what else can he take to prosper Wudang Mountain, isn't that a joke? ”