Time passed little by little, these days he honestly stayed in his room to practice Wudang's basic swordsmanship, body and fist skills, while Wudang Mountain was in a daze, busy with the funeral of Zhang Cuishan and his wife, and he didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Under the guidance of the system, his cultivation is very fast, just these basic martial arts have been cultivated by him to the realm of almost freewheeling, not sticking to the upper and lower combos, the moves come at hand, it is estimated that this Wudang faction can have this level of Lao Zhang and Qixia.

"Alas! If only I could learn some upper-level martial arts! "Qin Luo practiced basic martial arts over and over again, and even combined swordsmanship, body techniques and fist techniques, one move and one style were natural, without any pause, even the three generations of Wudang disciples who have practiced for more than ten years are estimated to be unable to do it.

But he secretly sighed that he couldn't cultivate high-level martial arts, and he had also recorded the information of many Wudang disciples cultivating upper-level martial arts through the system these days, but he couldn't cultivate.

These martial arts all involve the fantasy of internal strength, and he doesn't know how to cultivate internal strength at all, so even if he knows the moves, it is useless, not only can he not kill the enemy, but even hurt himself, so he can only practice the basic martial arts that do not require internal strength over and over again.

"Bang!"

The door to his room was suddenly pushed open, and a little boy ran in panting.

"Arlo, ...... quickly!"

"Ah Qing, you better take a breath and talk about it!" Xiao Daotong was Zhou Qing, the disciple of the Four Heroes, Qin Luo said and picked up the tea on the table and handed it to him.

"Oops! I don't have time to drink tea! Xiao Daotong pulled him and ran out, and said eagerly: "Master just said that he wants to select a disciple among our senior brothers to replace the fifth senior uncle to perform the True Martial Sword Formation, let's go and see the excitement!" ”

"What? Zhang Zhenren is back? Qin Luo asked.

"Of course, I came back yesterday! But you've been stuck in your room and don't know it, so let's go! Zhou Qing took him and ran to the square outside Zixiao Palace, which was surrounded by many Wudang disciples at this time, and there were two disciples around seventeen or eighteen years old in the middle who were waving their swords back and forth.

"Quick! Let's squeeze inside! Zhou Qing and he were too low, and they couldn't see it on their tiptoes, so they anxiously pulled Qin Luo and squeezed inside, and those Wudang disciples saw that it was them, and they smiled and cracked a crack to let them in, and deliberately touched Zhou Qing's head.

"Bang!"

The wooden sword in the hand of one of the younger disciples was knocked down, and his body took a few steps back and was about to fall. And the disciple who knocked down his sword hurried up to support him

"Thank you, brother, you won!" The disciple who was supported was not annoyed and thanked him respectfully.

"Haha! Senior brother, senior brother, I am only two years older, and you are not weaker than me, I believe you will catch up with me soon! The older disciple laughed and said honestly.

"Hey, hey! I knew Senior Brother Xu Yan would win! Zhou Qing excitedly shouted at Qin Luo beside him.

"Hmm!" Qin Luo nodded, he could see that this Wudang disciple named Xu Yan had a solid foundation, advanced and retreated, and was indeed not weak.

"Good! Good! At this time, the elderly Lao Zhang stood up from the Taishi chair, shouted twice in a row, and then said: "Our Wudang faction is the second in martial arts and the first in martial arts, and the two of you are good in martial arts!" ”

"Shigong has won the award! It's all taught by the masters! The two disciples bent down to salute Lao Zhang at the same time, and the other onlookers also echoed.

"Are there any other disciples who want to challenge on the stage?" Song Yuanqiao stood up at this time and looked around, and asked, "If not, he will practice the True Martial Sword Formation with us in the future." ”

There was a silence below, obviously recognizing the strength of the disciple who had just won, but just as Song Yuanqiao was about to announce, a voice came: "Dad! The kid wants to try it! ”

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with flamboyant eyebrows, wearing a well-fitting robe, who was three points similar to Song Yuanqiao, walked out of the crowd with a slight pride on his face.

"Nonsense! Qingshu, you are far from your senior brother's internal strength, don't retreat quickly! It was Song Qingshu who stepped forward, that is, his son.

Qin Luo looked at the slightly proud young man and said secretly: "It turns out that he is Song Qingshu!" ”

He didn't know what to say about Song Qingshu, and he was infatuated with Zhou Zhiruo, who did not hesitate to betray Wudang and kill his uncle by mistake for her, but he died in Shaolin to save his father's life, which can be described as a very contradictory tragic character.

"Daddy! The child is confident that his swordsmanship is not weaker than that of his senior brother, and his internal strength will soon catch up with his senior brother, so he asked his father to promise! Song Qingshu said confidently.

"You ......" Song Yuanqiao showed an angry look on his face, Song Qingshu was at the age of competitiveness, so he didn't listen to him at all, and he was bent on trying.

"That's it! Yuanqiao, let the Qingshu children go to the competition, no matter whether you win or lose, let Xiao Xu practice the real martial arts sword formation with you. Lao Zhang said with a smile, he knew that Song Qingshu was just a child's heart, and he didn't care about it.

"Yes!"

The winning disciple named Xu Yan has no opinion, after all, this Song Qingshu is the son of the head, and his treatment will not be reduced, so he politely agreed.

"Senior brother, since your internal strength is not as good as mine for the time being, then we will judge winning or losing by moves." Disciple Xu Yan said.

"Hmmm! Thank you, brother, for wanting to! Here we go! Song Qingshu glanced at a pink little girl standing behind Zhang Sanfeng, and couldn't wait to put on an offensive posture after eagerly speaking.

"Good!" Xu Yan nodded, assumed a defensive swordsmanship posture, and motioned for Song Qingshu to attack.

"Bang! Bang Bang Bang! ”

Song Qingshu attacked like a storm as soon as he came up, while Xu Yan was like a rock, letting him blow and rain, always sticking to himself, and his defense was impeccable.

The two went back and forth for dozens of rounds, no matter how good they were, but Song Qingshu was young and lacked strength, so he was already a little out of breath, but Xu Yan was refreshed.

"This Song Qingshu is really a genius, and his swordsmanship is not weak!" Qin Luo nodded secretly, shook his head again, and said secretly: "But the foundation is not very solid, and it can't last long!" ”

Sure enough, at this time, Song Qingshu was a little anxious, sweating profusely, he knew that he was going to lose, wouldn't it be a shame to lose the secret way, he gritted his teeth violently, and the sword momentum changed suddenly, stabbing at Xu Yan from a strange angle.

"Huh? Not good! Xu Yan had never seen this move, and hurriedly swung his sword to block, but Song Qingshu left with a touch and stabbed Xu Yan's throat from another, more tricky angle.

"Humph! Stop it! Song Yuanqiao, who was watching the battle, flicked his fingers, and knocked Song Qingshu's wooden sword away with a finger, and said angrily: "Who asked you to use the moves that your mother taught you?" ”

"Daddy! I ......" Song Qingshu stood with his hands tied, bowing his head and not daring to speak.

"Uncle Shi, I didn't say before that I had to use our Wudang swordsmanship, and my brother is not at fault, so please calm your anger!" At this time, Xu Yan hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully to Song Yuanqiao.

"Alas! Xiao Xu, you also excuse him! Song Yuanqiao's eyes were full of kindness when he looked at Xu Yan.

"Huh! Far bridge, don't be easily discouraged. Lao Zhang touched his beard and said, "Let's learn this as a disciple today, don't take it too seriously!" ”

"Yes! Master! Song Yuanqiao glared at Song Qingshu fiercely, looked around and pointed at Song Qingshu and said, "Come up again, beat this kid down!" ”

"Uh~!" The disciples in the audience were stunned for a while, it was the first time they had seen a serious master with such a side, but no one went up, after all, there was no benefit in winning or losing.

"it...... I...... Can you try it? Just when everyone thought it was finally over, a seven or eight-year-old boy raised his little hand and glared at his big innocent eyes.