Early the next morning, all the disciples who participated in the "logging operation" gathered in Bluestone Square, and they were all in good spirits.

Among them, most of them were disciples of the Thunder Dojo, and some of them came from the other four veins to cheer.

"Knock down the wood and chop this rotten wood for firewood!"

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance!"

"Chengmu little brat, get out of here, teach you how to be a person today!"

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Everyone waved their flags and shouted, their fighting spirit was high, and with the strength of the crowd, even the "Chengmu little fart child" was called out, but even if they broke their throats, Chengmu just didn't appear.

As the saying goes, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, and by the time the sun rises to the top, all the disciples are already so tired that they all collapse to the ground.

At this time, Cheng Mu came to the bluestone square slowly with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this battle, Cheng Mu knew that it must be aimed at him, so he smiled and said, "Are you nephews and nieces coming to me on purpose?"

Not to mention how greasy and crooked a group of people are, this little kid is obviously younger than all of them, but he has to put on the appearance of an uncle and elder.

"I'm here to find you, we came early in the morning, when the sky is dawning! Why did you come!" one of the disciples said loudly, angry.

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier! I overslept today!"

As soon as he heard Cheng Mu say this, the eyes of all the disciples were about to breathe fire, this little kid is too lazy to sleep!

In fact, where did Cheng Mu oversleep, he also came to the bluestone square early in the morning, and saw a large group of people waving flags and shouting there from a distance, and everyone was very excited.

Chengmu planned to avoid the edge for a while, so he quietly returned to his residence and meditated on the dragon elephant holy art for more than two hours.

Seeing that the sun outside the window had climbed high, Chengmu felt that the time was almost up, so he walked over.

Although the disciples were extremely angry, no one dared to go up directly to Chengmu and slam their fists, after all, Uncle Shi's name was there, and they were not so presumptuous.

Zhu Qingsong cranked the folding fan in his hand, stepped forward with a smile, and arched his hand towards Chengmu, which was regarded as a greeting, he was the only person present who could still maintain a smiling face.

"I heard that a while ago, many senior brothers were seriously injured when they were fighting with you. Everyone knows that the competition between the same door is to the point, but you are so heavy-handed, isn't it deliberate?"

Zhu Qingsong smiled on his face, but what he said was completely ruthless.

Cheng Mu sneered in his heart, those who were seriously injured in the process of sparring with him were all those who were invited by Zhou and Zeng to attack him and hit him hard, otherwise they would not have been seriously injured by the backlash. Those who really came to challenge Chengmu were very measured, and few people were injured.

However, Cheng Mu didn't want to explain, today these people came with great momentum, even if he said that the sky was broken, a vicious battle was indispensable.

"Some disciples disrespect their teachers and are injured in the exchange, which can be regarded as a small lesson. Chengmu still held his hands behind his back, looking like he didn't care

When the disciples heard this, they were annoyed again.

Respect for the teacher? Then you also have to have the appearance of a teacher, how can the virtue of Chengmu make people respect?

Many of them didn't personally experience what happened three months ago, but only hearsay about some scripts that had been maliciously tampered with. There are also many people who were bribed by Zhou and Zeng, and they deliberately came to make trouble today. There were also those who were relatives and friends of the disciples who had been seriously injured in the battle, and they came to fight against Chengmu without asking for any reason.

"Humph!"

Zhu Qingsong put away his smiling face. He was deliberately angry for Guo Jia, of course he had to behave at this time, "In this case, Qingsong is not talented, and he came here today to ask for advice!"

"Well, I'm also about to teach you, what does it mean to respect teachers!"

Cheng Mu saw that Zhu Qingsong had no respect for him, and said unceremoniously.

All the disciples immediately dispersed and sat in a large circle, leaving only Chengmu and Zhu Qingsong in the center of the venue.

When Guo Jia retreated, he deliberately whispered a few words to Zhu Qingsong, Zhu Qingsong smiled and nodded, looking at Cheng Mu's eyes with a little more disdain!

Zhu Qingsong started practicing at the age of eight, and now he is sixteen years old, reaching the peak of the middle stage of body building, and his talent is already good. In addition, he also has a father who is a disciple of a generation, who has taken various elixirs since he was a child, and the concentration and purity of the spiritual power on his body are far better than those of ordinary disciples.

Zhu Qingsong's physical skills are also known for their attack power, and the "Thunder Breaking Knife Method" is also known as the "Thunder Breaking Sky Sword Technique".

The reason why Guo Jia chose Zhu Qingsong to fight this first battle is that the style of the physical arts that Zhu Qingsong learned is the most similar to his own, which is the type that uses spiritual power to evolve into a divine weapon and can greatly improve his attack power.

Although Qi Sheng and Zhang Chunshui are not weaker than Zhu Qingsong, the two of them, one pays attention to toughness and likes to fight hand-to-hand with opponents, and the other takes the technical route and is good at jiu-jitsu and grappling, both of which are different from Guo Jia's physical style.

Zhu Qingsong slowly raised his right hand, and his spiritual power surged to form a sharp sword, and where it was waved, it buzzed.

"Humph!

Zhu Qingsong rushed forward violently, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, and a sword stabbed into Chengmu's chest, like a real sword.

When Zhu Qingsong's spiritual sword was about to stab Chengmu, Chengmu turned his hands into claws, suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhu Qingsong's arm, and then turned sideways, and directly threw Zhu Qingsong out with the help of force.

Zhu Qingsong was thrown out a few meters away, and he almost didn't react, which was a little wrong with the situation he expected.

"It must have slipped on my foot just now, not counting, come again!"

Zhu Qingsong thought like this and found a reason for himself.

"Pick up!"

Zhu Qingsong stabbed at the same sword again. Chengmu dodged, firmly clamped Zhu Qingsong's outstretched hand with his right arm, wrapped his right foot around Zhu Qingsong's back, kicked his ass hard, and then let go of his right hand, Zhu Qingsong fell forward again.

Zhu Qingsong's butt hurts, but he is really a little confused in his mind!

Whether it was the news he had received from other disciples before, or the experience that Guo Jia had just shared with him. Chengmu, this little kid should only be beaten passively, at best, he raised his hands to block a few times, but the two counterattacks just now are not that road at all!

Guo Jia was also secretly frightened, thinking that Chengmu would only defend passively, and he didn't fight back last time he was beaten like this, so he shouldn't know how to attack. But today, it seems that this little kid Uncle obviously has a hand. Could it be that I haven't seen each other for just a few months, and what new physical skills have I practiced?

Guo Jia was even a little glad that Zhu Qingsong took the lead first, otherwise, she would have been the one who was kicked in the ass just now, if that was the case, she might as well die.

"He's casting a dragon claw hand that looks like our thunder vein!"

Zhang Chunshui said at this time, he was good at physical skills such as grappling, and he saw the clue at once.

Cheng Mu really didn't use the dragon claw hand, but a few moves in the dragon elephant holy art, but it looked very similar to the dragon claw hand.

As Cheng Mu spent more and more time cultivating the Dragon Elephant Sacred Technique, he found that this set of body techniques was really broad and profound, and he saw almost all the shadows of other body techniques, and this was only the stage of entry.

The highest level of the Dragon Elephant Sacred Technique is to be able to exert the speed of the divine dragon and the power of the Holy Elephant, combining speed and power to the extreme, and there is no one in the world who can do it.

After failing to attack twice, Zhu Qingsong shook his head, letting himself try to stay calm, and after seeing the right time, he swung his spiritual sword again to attack Chengmu.

However, the results of several attacks were similar, either Cheng Mu used his fast and strange pace to dodge, or Cheng Mu restrained his hands and feet and flew out directly.

After a few rounds, Zhu Qingsong was sweating profusely, although he was not injured, his mentality was obviously collapsed!

Seeing Zhu Qingsong's demeanor, Chengmu smiled.

"Senior nephew, are you wondering, why didn't I just stand and be beaten like before?"

Zhu Qingsong couldn't help but nodded!

"Since you asked so, as an uncle, no matter how satisfied you are, come on, I won't dodge, I won't fight back!"

Cheng Mu actually followed Song Liang's example when he was fighting in the dojo, and ripped off some of the clothes on his chest.

"You, you can talk seriously!"

Zhu Qingsong couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"As an uncle, I won't be so unparticular and will never break my word!"

Seeing Chengmu's posture, Zhu Qingsong gathered the spirit into a sword again, just in case, he directly transported ten layers of power, and the spirit sword could even occasionally flash arcs.

"Look at my ten swords in a row!"

Zhu Qingsong rushed forward again and stabbed ten swords in a row.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

The spiritual power sword slashed on Cheng Mu's body like a collision of gold and stone, and when the ten swords went down, Zhu Qingsong's arm was shocked and a little painful, but Cheng Mu was unharmed.

Zhu Qingsong's current skills are even better than Guo Jiadu three months ago, but after all, he has not broken through the original realm, and his attack power is limited.

On the other hand, Chengmu has broken through from the early stage of building to the middle stage of building, and the improvement of skill is even greater.

Chengmu was able to resist Guo Jia's twenty-seven swords three months ago, and now facing Zhu Qingsong's ten swords, it is naturally not a problem.

"I really don't believe it!"

Zhu Qingsong was really angry this time, his left hand attracted spiritual power, gathered into a second spiritual power sword, rushed forward like crazy, and stabbed the two swords fiercely.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

More than forty swords were chopped down, and Chengmu did not dodge or dodge, and it was still strong. But Zhu Qingsong couldn't bear it anymore, both hands hurt so much that he was almost unconscious, it was estimated that his bones were cracked, and his physical and spiritual power were all exhausted, and he was almost vomiting blood when he was tired.

"You, you, what kind of physical art are you cultivating?"

Zhu Qingsong asked while gasping for breath.

Looking at Zhu Qingsong, who was full of surprise, Chengmu stepped forward and grinned.

"Senior nephew, are you tired?"