Next, it was a disciple from an unknown sect versus a contestant from an escort agency. Both the sect and the name of the two contestants were Lu Ren Jia. Song Qing Shu did not even bother to remember their names. The two of them fought for a while, and finally, the disciple from the escort agency won.
Then it was Xuzhu's turn to fight against Bao Niu from the Blood Knife School.
Hearing the identity of the Shaolin disciple, the audience booed. Even monks could come to find a spouse. People's morals were not what they used to be.
The senior monks of the Shaolin Temple felt embarrassed, but they kept reminding themselves that they were fighting for a great goal. It was nothing to be criticized and wronged in a short period of time. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?
Different from the others who were paying attention to Xuzhu, Song Qingshu was curiously looking at his opponent. The Blood Knife School was still standing strong. Last time, the Blood Knife Ancestor was killed by Ah Qing. He thought the Blood Knife Ancestor had already disappeared. The disciples of the Blood Knife Ancestor were all from the Bao generation. For example, Bao Xiang and the others were good at martial arts. This person was called Bao Niu, and he must be the strongest disciple of the Blood Knife School.
Unfortunately, even if the Blood Knife Ancestor came, he would not be a match for Xuzhu, let alone his disciples and grand disciples. There were no surprises in the competition. Bao Niu screamed and fell to the ground. The winner was decided.
Seeing how powerful Xuzhu was, the boos from the audience became even louder. If the monk ended up marrying the princess, it would be really depressing.
Song Qingshu was deep in thought. Xuzhu's martial arts seemed to have improved again. He must have received the teachings of the Sweeping Monk. He wondered how the Sweeping Monk had recovered.
The next battle was between Mu Jiansheng from the Mu Palace of Yunnan and Qingling Zi from the Kunlun Sect.
Song QingShu didn't expect that Mu Jiansheng would also appear here. Presumably, it was because he was getting older, and the other people in the Mu Imperial Residence were beginning to worry about his marriage. After all, the Mu Imperial Residence only had one bloodline, and if the line ended here, they would be letting down their ancestors.
"I need to find a chance to arrange a marriage for him." Song Qingshu thought to himself. After all, the other party was his brother-in-law. Speaking of which, he had not seen Mu Jianping for a long time. They had been in charge of training the navy on Divine Dragon Island. These two years had been really tough.
Sometimes, Song Qingshu also felt that he was not a good person. He had provoked her and they had not been together for a long time. He had not fulfilled his responsibility as a man. Of course, a large part of the reason he had such thoughts was that he came from the modern world. The values he had received since he was young had made him treat women as equals. In fact, in this era, no one in a position of power would have such troubles and guilt as he did.
"This Qing Lingzi's martial arts seem to have surpassed He Taichong, the Kunlun Sect's Sect Leader." The yellow-robed woman exclaimed in surprise. She had seen He Taichong and his wife fight at the Lion Slaughtering Assembly, so she could naturally tell.
"I heard that the Kunlun Sect also has one of the Three Saints of Kunlun, He Zu Dao. His Kung Fu is even more unfathomable. The little girl named Ah Qing at the Golden Snake Meeting seems to also come from the Kunlun Mountain. It seems that the Kunlun Sect is indeed a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons." Xue Baochai was in the Imperial City Department, so she was naturally familiar with this information.
"Golden Snake Meeting …" Hearing the information related to that man, the yellow-robed woman knitted her brows, feeling somewhat vexed.
On the other hand, Song Qingshu's memories were evoked. He did not know when he would be able to see Ah Qing again.
The martial arts of the Mu Household were more suitable for close combat on the battlefield. Against the experts of the major sects of Jianghu, it was clearly somewhat insufficient. After exchanging a dozen or so blows, Mu Jiansheng knew that he was no match for Ah Qing. He jumped out of the ring and calmly admitted defeat. He was born with a handsome appearance, and his attitude was so modest that he gained the favor of many passersby.
"I heard that his younger sister is the Prince of Qi's confidante. The Prince of Qi's standards are so high, and the women by his side are all heavenly beauties. With such a beautiful younger sister, it is no wonder that the little duke is so handsome." Xue Baochai could not help but sigh.
The yellow-robed woman was immediately annoyed. "Can you not mention that person at every turn?"
"Fine, fine, fine. I won't mention it." Xue Baochai's eyes curved like crescent moons. A guess that had always been in her heart had been confirmed.
The next match was between Ke Jun of the Ke clan of Lanzhou and a disciple of the Heng Mountain Sect. In the past, the Heng Mountain Sect had been severely wounded by the Iron Palm Gang's Master, Qiu Qianren. Later on, the Song Mountain Sect had forced the Sect Master, Liu Zhengfeng, to death. At present, the sect only had Mo Da as an expert, and its reputation could be said to be greatly reduced.
Everyone originally thought that this would be another fight between rookies. They did not expect that the disciple of the Ke clan would make such a stunning move. Seven kinds of hidden weapons were launched simultaneously, instantly killing his opponent. "Okay!"
The spectators in the drill ground immediately burst into discussion.
"This hidden weapon technique is somewhat formidable."
"The Ke clan of Lanzhou was founded with seven kinds of hidden weapons. People call them the Ke clan's Seven Verdant Sects. This is their special skill."
"Which Seven Verdant Sects?"
"Didn't you see it just now? Sleeve Dart, Flying Locust Stone, Iron Bodhi, Iron Caltrop, Flying Dagger, Steel Dart, Funeral Door Nail."
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Song Qingshu also nodded secretly. These seven kinds of hidden weapons were extremely common, but the launching method passed down in the Ke clan was different. The dagger was embedded with a stone, and the nail was embedded with a dart. Moreover, these hidden weapons could automatically collide in the air, and the accuracy was crooked, making it extremely difficult to dodge. With such an exquisite technique, many people who were more skilled than him would probably lose to him.
The next match was Xiaowu's turn. Although Xiaowu and Xiaowu's talent was average, they had after all learned from Guo Jing and Huang Rong since they were young. Naturally, they were better than the disciples of ordinary sects in the Jianghu.
"Why are these two brothers so lucky? One of them advanced directly without an opponent, and the other one encountered such a weak chicken. "Xue Pan was about to go on stage. Seeing that others advanced so easily, he felt it was quite unfair.
Song QingShu patted him on the shoulder and looked at him sympathetically. "Admit defeat as soon as possible, or you might be in danger." Because this fool's opponent was the Japanese samurai, Sasaki Kojiro.
Xue Pan braced himself and said, "As a man, how can I admit defeat so easily?"
Xue Baochai on the side was a little anxious. "You should listen to Baoyu. According to the information we found, this person defeated all the masters in Japan with a move called 'Return of the Swallow'. No one who has seen his' Return of the Swallow 'has survived."
Xue Pan's face turned pale. "So cruel?"
The woman in yellow comforted her, "Baochai, you don't have to worry too much. Sasaki's' Return of the Swallow 'won't be used easily. Moreover, Xue Pan's martial arts are far inferior to his, so he won't have to use that ultimate move."
Xue Baochai still looked nervous. "I only have one brother. If something happens to him, how can I explain it to my parents?"
Song Qingshu said, "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let anything happen to him." Xue Pan had been good to him recently, and he was quite loyal. Moreover, he had a relationship with Xue Baochai. Naturally, he wouldn't sit back and watch his brother die.
"You?" Xue Baochai had a strange expression on her face. She didn't know where his confidence came from.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm saying that my luck has always been good. With me protecting him, he'll be fine."
The woman in yellow rolled her eyes. She then said to Xue Baochai, "Don't worry, I'll help if things go south."
Xue Baochai heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Sister Yang!"
Lu Shidao suddenly walked over and said to Xue Pan, "I wish Brother Xue victory in advance!"
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