Chapter 321 Truth and Lies.

"Song Qingshu?"

Wu Gong was stunned when he heard the name.

He looked at the person who was speaking in confusion.

It was none other than Guo Fu.

Guo Fu saw that everyone's eyes were shifting towards her and said, "Not long ago, he just came to Xiangyang City. At that time, I was patrolling with the garrison." After Guo Fu's explanation, everyone knew that Song Qingshu had come here not long ago.

And got to know the garrison led by Guo Fu.

But everyone's eyes became confused again.

Because they heard that Song Yuanqiao almost beat Song Qingshu to death.

Although he was not completely killed, he was beaten into a vegetable.

How come he has become like this now and has such strong strength?

"Have you seen Madam Song?

I haven't seen her for a long time."

Wu Gong suddenly seemed to remember something and asked.

The people around were stunned.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that Madam Song has not appeared for a long time.

Most people here have their own things.

Therefore, there was no time to pay attention to Madam Song.

Madam Song disappeared without anyone noticing.

Wu Gong fumbled in his clothes for a while and took out a strip of cloth from it.

The content of this strip of cloth was the nameless sword technique, which appeared outside his door one morning.

That night he was not in the room, but stayed at Huang Rong's place, so he did not see who sent the strip of cloth.

However, he guessed at the time that it was very likely to be Madam Song.

Because the first sentence of this sword technique is that a pure yin body is required, which is the so-called self-castration is required to practice this skill.

Wu Gong guessed that this might be the famous evil-repelling sword technique. Wu Gong suddenly had an idea, that is, Song Qingshu outside would not also practice the technique, right?

Considering what Madam Song said, this technique is her family's ancestral technique.

Considering that she and Song Yuanqiao turned against each other because of Song Qingshu's matter.

Wu Gong felt that this idea was more reliable.

Deep in his heart, there was also a different idea.

However, this is someone else's family affair, Wu Gong has no reason to intervene.

Besides, everyone has their own choices.

To practice this sword technique, it is indeed necessary to castrate oneself, but there will also be super-burning examples.

There is gain in sacrifice.

Everyone should be responsible for their own choices.

Thinking of this.

Wu Gong handed the sword manual in his hand to Ximen Chuxue next to him.

Ximen Chuxue was stunned at first.

Then he began to carefully read the sword manual in his hand.

Originally, he just flipped through it casually.

But what he didn't expect was that he was really shocked when he saw it.

Although the sword manual in his hand was very messy, the content on it looked like random graffiti.

But after a careful look, he found that there were endless mysteries in it.

Ximen Chuxue has his own sword path.

This is a path that belongs to him alone, so it is absolutely impossible to change the path halfway. More importantly, Ximen Chuxue never wanted to print his own path into a book to teach others.

However, after reading this short sword manual in his hand, Ximen Chuxue suddenly had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

His wife has not been pregnant yet, but even if she is pregnant, he is not going to pass on his swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship is too sharp and murderous.

Ximen Chuxue's temperament is relatively cold, and he knows this himself, so he has not used his swordsmanship in this life to do evil. But he dare not guarantee that his children can also have such a cold heart. There are so many swordsmanship geniuses in the world. But there are not many people who can study hard on a road and have a cold and steady heart. This is why there have been only one Ye Gucheng and one Ximen Chuxue in so many years.

Ximen Chuxue wanted to take his swordsmanship into the grave. But at this moment, after seeing the book in his hand. Ximen Chuxue suddenly thought of another idea. That is to accept an apprentice and let everything be passed down, otherwise it would be a pity to take the swordsmanship he has studied in this life into the grave.

He returned the sword manual in his hand to Wu Gong.

Ximen Chuxue immediately understood what he meant.

He shook his head slowly with a smile on his lips, "Although the sword techniques in this sword manual are very magical, the sword techniques used by the young man outside are not any of them. The path taken by the young man outside should be the Drunken Immortal School!

He once feasted with the immortals in Ziwei, and the golden bell inserted the feathers faster than flying.

The drunk soul has already looked at the three mountains, but he still arranged his crown and feather clothes.

It's just like the drunken fist, the eight drunk palms, and the Ruyi Nine Dragon Sword.

It relies on being between drunken and awake, like drunk but not awake, like awake but not drunk.

It relies on that agile power.

Great work is like skill, great skill is like work.

It's not the so-called exquisite sword techniques mentioned above."

Ximen Chuxue commented on the difference between the two incisively.

At the same time, no one outside dared to go to the ring to challenge for the time being.

The sword skills displayed by this Song Qingshu are comparable to some old monsters who have not yet been born.

So most people just watched in silence.

As for some newcomers who have just entered the martial arts world, they were originally arrogant.

They thought that they were the first in the world and the second in the world, and they were invincible.

There were many who wanted to show their power on the stage of the martial arts leader.

But at this moment, most people were discouraged.

They were the same age, but it was obvious that they were not opponents at all.

There was even no possibility of accepting the momentum bombardment head-on.

Sighs echoed around everyone.

Seeing that no one dared to go up.

The old guys of Kunlun Sect sighed deeply.

It seemed that the beginning of the big bullying the weak had to start from their side. But they were just about to make a move. A wooden box was suddenly thrown out of the crowd. Then a man dressed like a pirate with a red turban on his head and a machete on his waist suddenly walked out from the stage. He kicked the box open. There were neatly stacked gold bricks in the box.

Judging from the appearance and color of these gold bricks, they should be of high purity.

But as the saying goes, the higher the purity, the heavier the gold. It is not difficult to tell from the noise made by the box falling on the ground just now. This box should be extremely heavy, but this man threw it up. Looking at his thin arms and legs, he doesn't look like a man with great strength. But he has such great power. It is not difficult to imagine.

This man's true energy must be first-class in the world.

He put the box out.

The fat man walked over, took a look, nodded, took out the account book and calculated carefully.

"You calculate slowly, I'll go and drive this guy down." The man with a red headscarf also looked young, but his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He supported the edge of the ring and jumped up.

Someone from the Wudang Sect took out another banknote, but before the banknote could be delivered to the fat man, the man with the red headscarf had already rushed over. He kept swinging his arms in the air, and it felt like he was swimming in the air. It was really like swimming in the air without a support!

Song Qingshu once again tightened his sword in his hand.

He waved the blade forward carelessly.

The red headscarf did not dodge or avoid, and let the blade chop at his head.

Just when the crowd around him burst out with a voice that this was probably a fool.

The blade suddenly missed.

The headscarf on the red headscarf's head fell to the ground, but his whole body disappeared.

Song Qingshu was stunned immediately, but soon he stabbed the blade towards his head.

Because the red headscarf had actually reached his head.

But this sword missed again.

Song Qingshu frowned completely.

An excited smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Someone was actually faster than him!

The sword was waving in the air, and the air was cut quickly. Sharp explosions continued to sound.

The sword blade rushed forward with white air, but he could not catch up with the figure of the red headscarf.

The red headscarf did not know what kind of means he used.

Everyone around him could see clearly that his movements were so slow, but Song Qingshu could not keep up with his shadow.

"Qi Men Dun Jia - this is the secret art of Nanyang!"

A voice appeared in the room.

Wang Yuyan was a little confused.

If she knew most of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes, she didn't know much about the secret art of Nanyang.

"Qi Men Dun Jia is not a Nanyang secret art. It is an authentic Chinese martial arts. However, this thing is used to see through Feng Shui, find pits and determine the pulse!" Huang Rong shook her head, "This thing is very familiar, but I can't remember what kind of light skill it is for a while."

Wu Gong looked a little bored.

In his opinion, these two guys were not worth mentioning and could not withstand a single blow.

After all, one sword might not be able to break his skin, and the other one didn't seem to have any killing power. Maybe after his body swelled up, he would sit there and let them hit him. After they had no strength left, he could win.

"Ding!"

Song Qingshu thrust his long sword into the ground with force, breathing heavily.

Opposite him, the red-headed scarf stood there, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

He looked as if nothing had happened.

Song Qingshu took out the wine and took a sip, "What's going on?"

"Boy. Your swordsmanship is good and your speed is not slow, but unfortunately, you can't keep up with my speed. I advise you to admit defeat quickly. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous." The red headscarf yawned boredly, "I won't show mercy to you just because you are from Wudang Sect."

Song Qingshu suddenly glared, "I am not from Wudang Sect!" As he said that, he swung the long sword in his hand, and two sword qi burst out from the top of the blade, outlining an arc-shaped cross in the air.

He chopped straight towards the red headscarf in front of him.

If he hit it this time, there is no doubt that Song Qingshu will win the final victory.

But the red headscarf just picked up the headscarf that fell on the ground calmly. Then, at the moment when the blade was about to chop him. The red headscarf fell to the ground again, and he was already behind Song Qingshu.

The palm of the hand was like a long whip, cutting through the air, and the entire arm was constantly twisting and waving in the air.

The air made a loud sonic boom.

Then, he gently waved his palm in front of Song Qingshu's nose.

But Song Qingshu rolled his eyes, fell to the ground completely, and passed out.

The red turban smiled disdainfully and kicked Song Qingshu in the stomach.

One kick knocked him off the ring, and then he looked at the Wu-Dang Clan not far away.

He arched his hands slightly, meaning.

I spared his life for your sake.

The leader of the Wudang Clan also bowed his hands in thanks.

Then, the red scarf actually jumped off the ring by himself.

He picked up the box again, took a gold brick from the box and threw it to the fat man, turned around and left, "I went up to take a look and found that there are really countless crouching tigers, hidden dragons around. I originally wanted to run for this martial arts Leader, if I can be selected, it will be passed down through the ages. But I looked around and felt that I had no hope. If I withdraw, this gold brick will be regarded as my entry fee. I will not hand over the rest. Mongolia. No one can come to my house.

Unless they can swim. "

With that said, he ran into the crowd and disappeared.

The arena was actually empty.

Everyone fell into silence.

None of them recognized the red turban.

But this red turban got off to a very bad start.

Those Jianghu people, those powerful Jianghu people, all fell into hesitation when they heard what the red scarf said.

The strength displayed by this red turban is definitely among the best among all.

But at this moment, he took the initiative to withdraw from the competition. And based on what he meant, it seemed like there were quite a few people around him who were better than him. In addition, the entry fee was ten thousand taels, and everyone was hesitant for a while.

If you go up and win a handful and earn some face, these ten thousand taels will be wasted.

If you don't even win a single hand, but pay back ten thousand taels, and more importantly, if you lose too badly and are ridiculed by the heroes in the world, then it will really be a loss that outweighs the gain.

After a long time, these bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple were still thick-skinned. Although they lost two games in a row, they brought enough people and there were many good players.

Another young monk stepped onto the stage. And with this new leader, challengers began to appear in the crowd again.

However, looking at this, if we don't hurry up, the possibility of selecting a heroic martial arts leader who can win twenty games in a row before the sun sets is not very high.

"It seems like I can't make a choice today. Do you want to extend the game schedule?"

"No need." Wu Gong shook his head and said, "When the sun sets, whoever stands on the ring will be the leader of the martial arts alliance! This has become a consensus." (End of this chapter)