What young people should have is ambition, and what should be worn away is childishness. They should not wear away their childishness and ambition at the same time. Fight when they should fight, and be crazy when they should be crazy.
Song Yutian was about to turn his head when he saw his second uncle still looking at the stage without moving his eyes. When he turned around, he saw that Zhang Ling had already jumped up. Everyone was stunned.
Song Linjie looked at him: "What are you doing here?"
"Let's have a fight," Zhang Ling looked back at Song Yutian, "Is that okay?"
Song Yutian was a little helpless. He only said this after going up. He had to ask for his consent. Song Yutian smiled and nodded. On the other hand, the other elders in charge of the Song family didn't care about what he had done, but it was obvious that he was the head of the Song family. The weight of it really overwhelms everyone who has the right to speak.
Zhang Ling looked at Song Linjie again and said with a smile, "You don't mind if I take advantage of others."
Song Linjie nodded, but he had already taken a big step: "Take my knife first and then talk."
Song Linjie hid his sword to cultivate his mind. Even the sword he swung at Song Zhen just now was only half dissipated. Zhang Ling didn't want to hide, because even if he dodged this sword, there would still be another one that would not reduce the power of the sword, or even The layers upon layers only become more terrifying.
Zhang Ling turned around to pick up the sword, making a few moves with his hand. When the sword came, he had just completed it. As soon as the swords connected, Zhang Ling felt an irresistible force. After one strike, Zhang Ling stepped back one after another and was directly pushed to the edge.
Zhang Ling was also a little lucky. Fortunately, he had made a few slight sword moves to relieve his force. Otherwise, it would have been really embarrassing if he fell with one sword. In addition, it can be considered that Song Linjie's true identity has been explored. Although the sword strike just now was not his full strength, at least he could not swing such a powerful sword in a short time.
Song Linjie stepped forward, and Zhang Ling walked away as if he was drunk. Song Linjie struck Zhang Ling with his sword, but it was nothing but air.
Double images appeared one after another, and everyone couldn't help but be surprised.
The old man Song Jingguo raised his brows, which were already full of deep grooves, and couldn't help asking: "What kind of light skill is this? It's so weird."
Song Yutian was deeply immersed in it, and smiled after regaining his composure: "Shadow Step, Yao Wang Valley's Qing Kung is not taught to outsiders. It can only be practiced by the descendants of the previous valley masters. It seems that this Ling's background is not small."
Song Jingguo frowned and said, "What if Linjie really loses?"
Song Yutian said calmly: "If you lose, you lose. After all, we need to be with people who want to get to know each other."
Song Linjie suddenly turned around: "Not bad Qinggong, but it's not enough."
Zhang Ling smiled slightly, put on his posture and hooked his hand.
Before he could get angry, the knife was close. Song Linjie dropped his head heavily to the ground, and the knife rolled directly out, leaving a straight groove clearly visible. Zhang Ling lightly shook his body and swung his body to avoid it. Song Linjie quickly rushed forward, caught the knife, and slashed out in a continuous motion across the air. Zhang Ling's dagger grazed the blade and then retreated.
At this moment, some people in the audience were sighing and scorning. They didn't even dare to fight head-on, but they had the nerve to go on stage. Some people praised him. After all, compared to other Song family disciples, Zhang Ling was the one who had lasted the longest in the first hand of the Song family disciples.
Zhang Ling kept dodging, and at the same time he was trying to figure out the trajectory of the opponent's sword, but the result was that the sword was released randomly and without any rules. Just like the group of people who fought before, they did not follow the inherent moves. The masters just do whatever they want. He adapts to circumstances, but turns out to be more threatening. He, Zhang Ling, is overwhelmed every time.
The outcome of the stalemate is not a deadlock.
Zhang Ling was breathing heavily, and his pace was forced to slow down a bit, but the young man holding the knife on the opposite side still swung the knife tirelessly and pursued slowly, just to use his abundant internal strength to consume the opponent to death. Zhang Ling received every blow just right, trying to reserve as much strength as possible and wait. The difference in strength was too big, so he could only wait, wait for an opportunity to win with one blow, and never take action before.
It was another boring chase. The people below were bored. Only Song Yutian was watching attentively. He seemed to firmly believe that Zhang Ling must have a backup plan. This is an intuition that every leader has. Only Zhang Ling was still dealing with every blow seriously.
The young man wielding the sword yawned in boredom, and suddenly drew out the sword faster and with more force. Zhang Ling, who had already felt a little weak, stumbled and disrupted his defensive position. He retreated in a messy manner and struck out with one strike. The dagger in Zhang Ling's hand.
Zhang Ling's staggering steps finally fell, and the people below also believed that it was finally over.
The arrogant young man also abandoned his sword, maybe because he was afraid of hurting Zhang Ling, so he hung it high in the air, punched it down quickly, and went straight towards Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling always remembered what Zong Chentian said, under the first rank, if you don't pay attention, no one can avoid it once the Zhenshen comes out.
Just when Song Linjie jumped to the top, Zhang Ling looked directly at him. A faint but bright golden halo surrounded his pupils and suddenly flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, it seemed that the air was stagnant. The people below except Song Yutian were unaware of it. Even Song Linjie who was in the air was stagnant in the air. The whole force dispersed and fell involuntarily.
In an instant, with a single thread, the accumulated internal energy in Zhang Ling's meridians suddenly flowed, all converging between his hands.
Zhang Ling jumped up, concentrated all his internal energy into the palm of his right hand, and punched the clouds.
Song Linjie, who had fallen, regained consciousness a moment later, but it was no longer possible to breathe again in such a short period of time. He gathered his strength and watched helplessly as a punch landed on his chest.
Ten percent punching power!
Although he had used up a lot of physical strength before, he could still perform the most complete Yunpo Fist with his sudden increase in internal strength.
Song Linjie felt his chest being squeezed, and unable to resist, he flew out of the ring and fell heavily.
The audience was silent for a moment and even more silent. Suddenly someone called out and cheered loudly! But the other part of the people remained silent. After all, they were here to watch the ceremony, and the head of the Song family had already threatened that the Song family was the dominant one in Liufeng City. If they encouraged an outsider at this time, they might cause trouble.
At this time, there was also an old man from the Song family who couldn't sit still. He ran to Song Yutian and said something in his ear. Zhang Ling could also guess something. It was originally a competition between the disciples of the Song family, but an outsider took the first place. What a shame. live!
After Song Yutian listened, he raised his hand and waved easily, and the old man stopped talking. After all, he was still Song Yutian, the head of the Song family. Song Yutian walked to Zhang Ling and chuckled: "I didn't expect it! Zhang Ling, you are actually the Medicine King Valley I really didn’t notice the successor.”
Zhang Ling was puzzled: "Yaowang Valley?"
Song Yutian looked at Zhang Ling's confused expression and said softly: "Then who taught you Qinggong?"
Zhang Ling said: "Brother."
"Who is your brother?"
"Zhang Jingqian."
"You don't know his identity?"
"What's the meaning?"
Song Yutian suddenly changed his tone and whispered: "Since he didn't tell you, then naturally I, an outsider, can't say much."
