Ever since Xuan Cheng left the temple, he had met countless masters in Jianghu. However, with his mastery of the Thirteen Shaolin Absolute Arts, he could kill anything in his way, except for Song Qingshu.
Xuan Cheng could not help but feel depressed when he thought about how he had suffered at the hands of Song Qingshu several times. In his spare time, he often targeted Song Qingshu as an imaginary enemy. Naturally, he knew the characteristics of his opponent's martial arts.
Ever since the fall of Sword Saint Feng Qingyang, there were not many sword masters in Jianghu that could catch his eye. Even Xuan Cheng was dazzled by his opponent's sword just now. Naturally, his first thought was of Song Qingshu.
Hearing Xuan Cheng's words, everyone's expressions changed. Dark Cloud Pearl was pleasantly surprised, while Zuo Lenchan and the others looked solemn.
Sensing that the delicate body in his arms had suddenly become stiff, Song QingShu smiled faintly. "Master, are you talking about the Golden Snake King who has been gaining fame in Jianghu recently?"
His identity was sensitive, so he naturally did not want to expose it to the public. Therefore, he was determined not to admit it.
"Huh?" Xuan Cheng had only subconsciously guessed because of the opponent's exquisite sword technique. Seeing that there was no flaw in his opponent's tone, he became uncertain for a moment.
"I've long heard that the Golden Snake King's sword technique is superb. I've always wanted to experience it, but unfortunately, I've never had the chance …" Song Qingshu sighed. His tone seemed to be full of regret. After a long time, he changed the topic. "From your tone, I presume you've seen his sword technique?"
Song Qingshu blew his own trumpet without even blinking. As expected, everyone's doubts were dispelled. After all, with their experience in Jianghu, no one would be so shameless. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu came from the future and did not take the rules of Jianghu seriously.
"Yes," Xuan Cheng answered with a dark face.
"How is my sword technique compared to the Golden Snake King's?" A smile slowly appeared on Song Qingshu's face. Fortunately, it was blocked by the mask, so he did not reveal any flaws.
"Although your sword technique is quite powerful, it is still far from the Golden Snake King's." Xuan Cheng replied in a low and muffled voice. He had fought with Song Qingshu before, and even though it was only a superficial fight, he was very clear in his heart that his opponent's martial arts were not below his. If he answered that this person's swordsmanship was better than Song Qingshu's, wouldn't he be inferior to him?
"With Great Master's cultivation, if you say that I can't beat you, then it must be true …" Song Qingshu pretended to be disappointed.
Hearing this, Xuan Cheng's face turned hot. He smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything. Instead, Ren Yingying couldn't help but comfort him, "Senior, you don't have to belittle yourself. I've seen Song … Qingshu's swordsmanship. It's not much better than yours."
Song Qingshu didn't expect Ren Yingying to comfort him. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He secretly made up his mind to never expose his identity in front of her, or god knows what kind of shameful reaction she would have.
Zuo Lenchan suddenly sneered, "Miss Ren is indeed from the Devil Cult. Your father had just announced your marriage with Song Qingshu to the entire Jianghu not long ago, and in the blink of an eye, you're lying in the arms of another man and talking bad about your fiancé, hehe …" Although he didn't finish his words, everyone understood what he meant and looked at the two with dubious eyes.
Ren Yingying's face turned cold, "Zuo, you're a grandmaster, but your mouth is full of filthy words."
"I'm just telling the truth. Why, does Miss Ren also know that these actions are filthy?" Zuo Lenchan smiled sarcastically. He accidentally affected his internal injuries and couldn't help but cough.
"Noisy!" Noticing that Ren Yingying's body was slightly trembling, Song Qingshu couldn't help but get angry and thrust his sword at Zuo Lenchan. He had grasped the timing of this move just right when Zuo Lenchan's injuries were acting up. Zuo Lenchan, a dignified master, couldn't even muster the slightest strength to resist at this moment.
When the tip of the sword was about to stab into Zuo Lenchan's forehead, a gray shadow suddenly flashed. Xuzhu had already appeared next to Zuo Lenchan. He used his hand as a knife and suddenly chopped the Chengying Sword.
The sound of metal and stone colliding resounded in the air. Xuzhu had successfully protected Zuo Lenchan behind him. He looked at Song Qingshu who was a few feet away and said, "Benefactor, your opponent is me." After that, he raised his hand and attacked Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu frowned. He was holding a person in his arms, so his movements were really slow. Unexpectedly, Xuzhu had successfully saved Zuo Lenchan.
Noticing that there was a faint flow of Genuine Qi at the edge of Xuzhu's palm, Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless. He had seen the power of Xuzhu's Genuine Qi Blade at the Golden Snake Meeting, and it was no less than a real blade.
The two sides fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds. Xuzhu's hand knife and Song Qingshu's sword had never really touched each other. Both sides often changed their moves halfway through a move. On the surface, it seemed like a civil fight, but in fact, it was extremely dangerous. If either side revealed a flaw, it would inevitably lead to the other side's long-prepared thunderous attack.
On the side, Zuo Lenchan's eyes flashed. He thought to himself, "I've always been proud that my swordsmanship is the best in the Five Mountain Sword Sect. I thought there was only one Song Qingshu in the world. Who knew that an ordinary monk from the Shaolin Temple has such attainments … I have to improve my strength as soon as possible. It seems that the plan to seize the Bixie Swordplay of the Lin family must be advanced."
Noticing that the Internal Strength attached to the sword was constantly being absorbed by the Genuine Qi in Xuzhu's hand, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. He had already understood Xuzhu's intention. The reason why Xuzhu used such a move that consumed a lot of Internal Strength was to force both sides to consume each other's Internal Strength. Song Qingshu also had to suppress the cold poison for Ren Yingying, which was extremely disadvantageous for him.
Fang Zheng suddenly sighed, "Benefactor, you have to treat Miss Ren's injuries at the same time, so it's inevitable that your attacks will be affected. There's no way you can win this battle. If you trust me, hand Miss Ren over to me, and I'll suppress the cold poison in her body."
Song Qingshu frowned and snorted coldly, "The reason why she was injured before was because you held me back. Now you're crying crocodile tears?"
"Miss Ren's injury was just an accident." Fang Zheng shook his head. "What's more, everyone here clearly saw who hurt her."
Zuo Lenchan also took the opportunity to help, "Everyone in Jianghu knows that Master Fang Zheng is a compassionate person. You're gauging the heart of a gentleman with your own mean measure. Do you think we don't know what you're planning?"
Song Qingshu had just resolved Xuzhu's attack with his sword. He could not help but be stunned when he heard this. "What could I be planning?"
Zuo Lenchan chuckled and said, "This Young Miss Ren is a famous beauty in the Jianghu. Moreover, she's usually incomparably virtuous and disdainful towards men. There aren't many chances to openly embrace her in your arms like you do, so how could you be willing to let go?"
Ren Yingying's face turned red and white. She could not help but bite her lip and say, "Senior, let me go."
Song Qingshu could not help but frown, "Miss Ren, can't you see what Fang Zheng is planning?"
"Of course Yingying knows that the old monk suppressing the cold poison for me is just an excuse. He is taking me as a hostage. However, what they said is also reasonable. What's more, I already have someone I like. It's not convenient for me to be held by another man like this. "Ren Yingying lowered her head and her face turned slightly red.
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