The news of Zhang Zhenren's acceptance of apprentices in Wudang Mountain has already spread all over the rivers and lakes, in addition to the people who came to participate in the competition, there are also people from other major sects. Even if the best seedlings are accepted by Zhang Zhenren as a disciple, the rest of the eliminated seem to be good.

There are many people watching the battle, and when it comes to the upper stage, the most brutal competition is about to begin.

Coming down from the mountain road for more than ten miles, an ordinary person who has not practiced martial arts, even if he has different talents, is still tired and sweating profusely.

Song Zhe's body was already soaked with sweat, but compared to others, he seemed much calmer.

When they were halfway up the mountain, they had all the means to do so.

Song Zhe turned his head to dodge a stone that was thrown over, he looked at the young man with gloomy eyes calmly, and walked up to him with steady steps, punching, fast and ruthless!

The man clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, his body arched into a shrimp shape.

"Hey, this kid!" The people of the other sects who were hiding in the shadows and observing couldn't help but be a little shocked when they saw this scene. "If you don't make the cut, you must pull them into my faction."

Song Zhe didn't plan to wait any longer, these ordinary people who had not cultivated internal strength were just like that, and the strongest was just equivalent to being injected with D-grade genetic medicine.

Zhang Songxi stood on the mountain and looked at the overall situation, and he saw Song Zhe's two shots in his eyes, with both appreciation and some faint worries.

Wudang Mountain can be regarded as a relatively neutral sect, and it rarely participates in the hegemony of the rivers and lakes, but Song Zhe's murderous aura is too heavy, and he will inevitably not live in peace if he learns martial arts, and it is very likely that he will bring disaster to Wudang Mountain at that time.

At the end of the first round of the competition, Song Zhe advanced as the tenth place.

Zhang Songxi glanced at the panting crowd, cleared his throat and said, "Now start the second round of the competition, right here, start a scuffle." Time is a stick of incense, after a stick of incense, the only one standing on the spot is considered to advance, if after a stick of incense, there are two or more people standing, then it will be regarded as a failure. Start now. ”

He couldn't help but say, and inserted a stick of incense that had been prepared on the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, and in eye contact, Song Zhe already knew the result.

Sure enough, the remaining fifteen people chose to kill Song Zhe.

In the mountaineering just now, they saw Song Zhe's performance, and so far, Song Zhe's physical strength is the best, if they really start a melee, there is no doubt that they must be eliminated.

Fifteen people are not showy, they have more or less practiced at home, but they have not practiced internal strength.

If it were an ordinary person, he might not be able to withstand their siege, but surviving in the last days and growing up in that desperate environment all the time, Song Zhe has always been ruthless and labor-saving.

The fifteen people who rushed up, no matter who it was, Song Zhe was all knocked down with one punch.

Whether it is eyesight, shot strength or shot angle, it is just right.

There were many people who practiced martial arts present, especially those who had already achieved a little success, and their eyes immediately lit up when they saw Song Zhe's skills, and they couldn't help but applaud in their hearts.

It didn't take a stick of incense at all, so Song Zhe put everyone down.

Zhang Songxi twitched, and reluctantly announced: "Song Zhe won, and from today onwards, Song Zhe will be the eighth disciple of the master." ”

Song Zhe greeted everyone's eyes with envy or jealousy, smiled indifferently, and under the leadership of Zhang Qilian, avoided the crowd and entered the mountain gate.

The next process is more cumbersome, since it is an apprenticeship, all the procedures have to be completed.

Zhang Sanfeng was sitting on the Taishi chair, looking at Song Zhe who was bowing according to the rules, with a faint smile on his face.

Zhang Songxi was afraid that Song Zhe would bring trouble to Wudang, but he Zhang Zhenren was not afraid.

When Xuanming's two old miscellaneous hairs injured Zhang Wuji, he wanted to kill those two old miscellaneous hairs, but at that time, the family had a big business, and there was no one in charge of Wudang Mountain except him, so he couldn't rest assured, which made those two old miscellaneous hairs feel free for so many years.

Moreover, Zhang Wuji's cold poison would break out every day, and he had to find time to heal him every day, which trapped him here all of a sudden.

Now, since witnessing Song Zhe's move, he can already foresee Song Zhe's rise. As long as you practice steadily, within twenty years, a new generation of uncrowned kings in martial arts will rise.

"Master!" Song Zhe said respectfully.

Apprenticeship is an inevitable process for a person to become stronger. When a person hands over his housekeeping skills to you, then this person deserves Song Zhe's respect.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Good apprentice, from today onwards, you will be my eighth disciple Zhang Sanfeng!" ”

The apprenticeship ceremony was carried out inside Wudang Mountain, and each sect and faction only lined up a representative to watch the ceremony. The rest, they are competing for the seedlings who did well in the competition just now. What Zhang Zhenren doesn't like doesn't mean that those people are bad.

……

It's night, the mountain behind Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng came here after dissolving the cold poison for Zhang Wuji.

Song Zhe stood respectfully behind him and did not speak.

A cool breeze blew, bringing up the hem of the two of them, Zhang Sanfeng turned his back to Song Zhe and asked, "Zhe'er, what do you want to learn?" As a teacher, there are pure yang wuji gong, tai chi boxing and tai chi sword, each of which is a superior martial art, and learning one is enough to dominate the world. ”

Song Zhe stood quietly behind Zhang Sanfeng, and after a while, he thought for a while: "The disciples all want to learn." ”

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment when he heard this, "The time and energy spent on cultivating every martial art to the end of the martial arts is unimaginable. He has been practicing for more than 80 years of pure yang wuji gong as a teacher, and he is currently at the peak, not to mention taijiquan and taiji swordsmanship? You know, you can't chew too much. ”

Born in the last days and growing up in the last days, Song Zhe will always have a sense of crisis, and the stronger the strength, the better.

He firmly said to Zhang Sanfeng's back: "Master, apprentices must learn all three!" ”

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and stared at Song Zhe, the momentum on his body was swaying, Song Zhe only felt a huge pressure rushing towards him, but he still looked at Zhang Sanfeng with firm eyes.

"Well, whatever you want. Tomorrow at this time, you come to Houshan to teach the Fa to the teacher in person, and in addition, if you want to cultivate to the level of being a teacher, the first thing you need to do is to maintain the body of a child, you may be able to do it? When he said this, Lao Dao was already abusing the joke, waiting to see a good show.

Song Zhe was only in his early twenties this year, and it was when the blood and qi were just thinking about women, and the old Tao didn't believe that Song Zhe could resist the temptation of a woman and practice pure yang wuji gong with him.

However, Song Zhe lived his life in fear, how could he have time to think about women's problems, and this habit was naturally brought here, so he did not have the slightest intention of wavering.

"I remember, master."

Lao Dao was speechless for a moment.