Wu Huaicheng successfully dodged Qing Song's two attacks, and Qing Song's heart couldn't help but be a little anxious. I saw that he was holding the Tianshan Thorn in his backhand, flung it to the left, and slashed towards Wu Huaicheng's chest.

At this point in the competition, Wu Huaicheng finally figured out Qingsong's routine, and he clearly only knew this stroke, one stab and two moves! No wonder Tianhengzi asked him to compete with himself, and it was logical to win, even if he lost, he would not lose face.

Looking at Qing Song's posture as if facing a great enemy, Wu Huaicheng couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart. Qing Song's third move was naturally easily dodged by Wu Huaicheng.

Wu Huaicheng stood firm and said calmly: "Senior Brother Qingsong, I think these three moves have passed, should we stop here, so as not to hurt the harmony." ”

"Hmph, what three moves have passed, and my first move hasn't been finished yet!" Qing Song said, raising the Tianshan Thorn in his hand and waving it at Wu Huaicheng again.

Wu Huaicheng looked at Tian Hengzi, and saw that he looked like he should be, just watching the excitement on the side, but he didn't come out to stop it, and Gao Yang on the side didn't say anything because of his senior brother's face. Wu Huaicheng couldn't help but be annoyed.

Without waiting for Wu Huaicheng to think more, Qingsong's attack hit him like a storm. But in Wu Huaicheng's eyes, Qing Song's movements were extremely slow, and he didn't need to spend much True Qi at all. What he is most worried about is Wen Shaojie, Wen Shaojie, who doesn't know any martial arts, even if it's a waste like Qingsong, it's not something he can handle.

Qing Song sent out dozens of attacks in a row, but none of them could hit Wu Huaicheng, and he didn't even touch Wu Huaicheng's clothes. For him, a disciple of the Tianshan Sect, it was simply a great shame!

Finally, Qing Song became angry, he stopped the movement in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Wu Huaicheng, you only care about dodging, but you don't dare to take my one and a half moves, aren't you afraid of me? Or do you want to be a turtle with a shrunken head? Let's tell you the truth, the ones in front don't count, the master asked you to pick me up three moves, if you keep dodging like this, you will never want to join my Tianshan faction!"

Tian Hengzi and Gao Yang, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, were both among the top masters of the Tianshan faction, and any of them could see that Wu Huaicheng was deliberately letting Qing Song, but Qing Song looked completely unappreciative.

"Okay, then I'll fulfill you, you brought it on yourself!" Wu Huaicheng clenched the folding fan in his hand, and his eyes instantly became sharp and gloomy.

Qing Song was actually suppressed by this murderous aura, he shouted, emboldened himself, and then rushed towards Wu Huaicheng again, using his 10,000-year-old move-swinging the Tianshan Thorn to Wu Huaicheng's neck.

Wu Huaicheng didn't even look at it, the folding fan in his right hand gently waved to the left, and he caught the Tianshan thorn of the green pine stiffly. At a distance of five centimeters from Wu Huaicheng's neck, the Tianshan thorns of the green pine could no longer advance a bit.

Qing Song was shocked, and the Tianshan Thorn in his hand turned in a circle, and was about to catch the Tianshan Thorn with his backhand to perform the second move. Unexpectedly, Wu Huaicheng's eyes were quick, and at the moment when the Tianshan Thorn was spinning, he actually knocked the Tianshan Thorn in Qingsong's hand away.

The Tianshan thorn swirled and landed next to a pillar in the main hall, and Qing Song was dumbfounded for a moment, standing in place at a loss.

"First move!" Wu Huaicheng clenched the folding fan and stabbed Qing Song's stomach hard, and Qing Song bent down in pain.

"Second move!" Wu Huaicheng went around behind Qing Song with lightning speed and kicked Qing Song's left leg. Qing Song didn't have time to react, so he knelt on one leg on the ground.

"The third move!" Wu Huaicheng pressed his left leg against Qing Song's back, and the folding fan in his right hand was already on his neck.

This series of movements was like flowing water, and the green pine was powerless to parry.

"Senior Brother Qingsong, I have conceded!" Wu Huaicheng put away the folding fan and leaned over to support Qingsong, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Good!" Gao Yang praised with a slap of his palm. Tianhengzi glared at Gao Yang, and then sighed again. Gao Yang's hands hung in the air, looking extremely embarrassed.

Qingsong opened Wu Huaicheng's hand that came to help him, and stood up gloomily, but his mouth was unforgiving: "Hmph, if you lose, you lose, don't cry with me here - fake mercy!"

Wu Huaicheng ignored him anymore, turned to Tianhengzi and said, "Daoist Tianhengzi, I don't know if I have caught Senior Brother Qingsong's three moves?"

"Count, of course!" Tianhengzi paused, and then said: "But it's not enough for you to win alone, if your cousin also wins Qingsong, then you can pass the test!"

Wu Huaicheng secretly scolded in his heart: "Okay, you Tianhengzi old man, you actually make things difficult for me in every way, if you let me catch the opportunity in the future, I will definitely make you pay ten times the price!"

Qing Song picked up his Tianshan Thorn from the ground, patted the dust on his body again, and then swung the Tianshan Thorn forward, the tip of the thorn was pointing at Wen Shaojie, who was at a loss, and said viciously: "Boy, it's your turn!"

Wen Shaojie didn't know any martial arts at all, and now he was scared by Qing Song, and he didn't dare to come forward to fight, and even his hands and feet were a little trembling, and his face was as white as flour, which only strengthened Qing Song's self-confidence.

"Boy, if you don't dare to compete with me, get out of the Tianshan Mountains as soon as possible!" Qing Song shouted. Wu Huaicheng saw that Tianhengzi was still indifferent, and said secretly: "This old way connived at his closed disciples so much, it will become a big disaster in the future!"

"Daoist Tianhengzi, Senior Brother Qingsong is a disciple of the Tianshan Sect and has weapons in his hands, while my cousin has not only not learned martial arts for a day, but also with his bare hands. Look, shouldn't you also give my cousin a decent weapon?" Wu Huaicheng said without humility or arrogance: "Lest outsiders say that Senior Brother Qingsong is invincible!"

Before Tianhengzi could say anything, Qing Song preemptively said, "Master, you give him a weapon and let me teach him a good lesson." Qingsong seemed to see Wen Shaojie's cowardice, and expected that he was not his opponent at all.

Tianhengzi glared at Qing Song, and then said helplessly: "Okay, I'll give you a weapon." As he spoke, he didn't see any movement from Tianhengzi, but a Tianshan thorn flew up from the shelf behind him, flew towards Wen Shaojie, and hung in front of him.

Wen Shaojie stood in place, and Wu Huaicheng motioned for him to hold the Tianshan Thorn in front of him. Wen Shaojie nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and held the Tianshan Thorn.

"Qingsong, if you can't even beat this little brother, go to the back mountain wall for three months and then come to see me!" Tianhengzi said with a little anger, which can be regarded as exerting some pressure on Qingsong.

"Yes, Master, just look at it!" said Qing Song confidently.

There are two masters standing in front of him who don't know how many times more powerful than him, Wu Huaicheng naturally doesn't dare to do anything, now he can only resign himself to fate, I hope Wen Shaojie can get God's favor.

Qing Song waved the Tianshan Thorn in his hand a few times, which could be regarded as giving Wen Shaojie in front of him a dismount. And Wen Shaojie was holding the Tianshan Thorn with both hands, so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Qing Song glanced at Wu Huaicheng with disdain, and then shouted loudly: "First move!" Saying that, Qing Song rushed forward with an arrow step, and slashed straight at Wen Shaojie's head with a move "Tiger Descending the Mountain".

Unexpectedly, Qing Song actually changed his moves, this kid is too cunning. Wu Huaicheng, who was already worried on the side, didn't dare to look down now.

I don't know how Wen Shaojie reacted, at the moment when the green pine rose from the ground, Wen Shaojie actually raised the Tianshan thorn in his hand horizontally above his head, blocking the green pine's move.

There was a crisp metal crash sound in the main hall, and then I saw Qing Song's lower limbs violently kick Wen Shaojie's stomach.

Wen Shaojie flew backwards under the force, crashed into the gate of the Lingxiao Palace, and spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water after landing on the ground.

Wu Huaicheng was about to come over to help Wen Shaojie up, but Wen Shaojie reached out to stop him, and then struggled to stand up. "Big brother, don't worry, I will definitely be able to survive these three moves!" Wu Huaicheng felt a little sad, but helpless.

Wen Shaojie put the Tianshan Thorn back in front of his chest and looked at Qingsong angrily.

"Second move!" Qing Song shouted loudly and rushed towards Wen Shaojie again, constantly waving the Tianshan Thorn in his hand to disrupt Wen Shaojie's sight.

Less than two meters away from Wen Shaojie, Qing Song's body suddenly rubbed downward, swept Wen Shaojie to the ground with a sweeping leg on his left leg, and kicked Wen Shaojie's chest with his right leg. Wen Shaojie slammed straight into the threshold of the main hall and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing that Wen Shaojie had been injured like this, Wu Huaicheng didn't know whether to give up or not. Qingsong said proudly: "Wu Huaicheng, please take your cousin down the mountain!"

"Slow!" Wen Shaojie's whole body trembled, but he still supported the ground with Tianshan thorns, stood up slowly, and said to Wu Huaicheng: "Big brother, it's okay if I can't enter the Tianshan faction, but I can't bother you!"

"It's a brotherly relationship, then I'll fulfill you!" With that, Qingsong raised the Tianshan Thorn and prepared to stab at Wen Shaojie.

At this time, Wen Shaojie's face was stained with a lot of blood, and he saw that his eyes were closed, and his eyelids were also dyed red, as if blood was flowing into his eyes.

Seeing that the distance between Qing Song and him was only three meters, Wen Shaojie's eyes suddenly opened, and then he rushed forward quickly, shouting: "Third move!"

That moment seemed to be very slow, and it seemed to be very fast, anyway, Wu Huaicheng didn't see it clearly, but the result surprised him.

I saw that Qingsong stood still and stopped moving as if someone had immobilized him. His right arm was raised in the air, his elbow was bent, and the Tianshan Thorn in his hand seemed to be ready to attack.

Click, click, a few drops of blood dripped from Qing Song's right upper arm, and Wen Shaojie's Tianshan thorn was firmly inserted into it.

With a "dang bang", Qingsong's Tianshan thorn fell to the ground, and Qingsong himself knelt forward heavily. Wen Shaojie's eyes were like torches, and the hand holding the Tianshan Thorn slowly let go, everything in Fang Cai seemed to be a dream!

"Shaojie, are you okay!" Wu Huaicheng hurriedly came over and helped Wen Shaojie up. Wen Shaojie seemed to be a little delirious, didn't say anything, just shook his head gently.

"Daoist Tianhengzi, our brothers have all defeated Senior Brother Qingsong, I wonder if what you said before counts?" Although Wu Huaicheng didn't believe it, Wen Shaojie did injure Qingsong.

Tianhengzi and Gao Yang didn't see Wen Shaojie's figure clearly, and they were also confused as to why Wen Shaojie suddenly had such a fast speed. Looking at the two magical teenagers in front of him, Tian Hengzi didn't know whether they were a blessing or a curse for the Tianshan Sect.

Finally, Gao Yang spoke first: "Senior brother in charge, since both of them have defeated Qingsong, we can't lose our trust, so it's better to keep the two of them under my door, I will train them carefully and let them become adults!"

At this time, Tianhengzi didn't want to say anything, so he just said: "That's it, that's it, I'll leave it to you!"

Gao Yang's heart burst into ecstasy, that Wu Huaicheng is really a good material for cultivation, if he is strictly trained, he will become a great weapon, not to mention surpassing himself, even if he catches up with the Sword Saint Senior Brother four hundred years ago, it is unknown! Although Wen Shaojie seems to have mediocre qualifications, the move that stabbed Qing Song just now really surprised him, maybe he also has unknown potential in his body!

Compared with Lin Shitong, Gao Yang really picked up a big bargain. So, he happily took Wu Huaicheng and Wen Shaojie to fly towards Chaoyang Peak.

"Qingsong, don't let me see you again in the next three months!" Tianhengzi flicked his sleeves and walked towards the apse.

Qing Song was the only one left in the majestic Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and he slowly pulled out the Tianshan thorn inserted in his right arm, and said hatefully: "Wu Huaicheng, and Wen Shaojie, I swear, I will definitely avenge this revenge."