Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

There were already many people in Group B, and Song Youdie's experience inspired everyone. They were all young boys and girls, and no one was willing to fall behind, which made the subsequent competition much more intense.

However, this is exactly what Song Changsheng and others want to see. During the competition, they also discovered many outstanding juniors who had never been noticed before.

Of course, this also exposed a lot of problems, such as most people have poor combat awareness and are afraid of getting hurt, etc. These all require them to change slowly.

Song Youlin was assigned to the last batch of Group B. Compared with Song Youfu, he was much more low-key and suppressed his cultivation to the fifth level of Qi training. Compared with his cultivation of Qi training great perfection, it was simply not worth mentioning.

But his opponent is not simple at all.

He was a man in a blue gown, with fair skin and long fingers. His face lacked the masculinity that a man should have and looked a little feminine.

"Song Youqing, please teach me!"

The man's voice was very thin, but not sharp, rather gentle.

"Song Youlin, please give me some advice, brother!" Song Youlin looked calm. While bowing, his eyes were always on the other person's hands. Those hands were abnormally white, almost bloodless.

"There's something good to watch."

On the judges' panel, Song Luzhou subconsciously sat up straight and spoke expectantly.

“If I’m not mistaken, that kid should be practicing the [Erosion Yin Hand], right?” Song Xianming said while stroking his beard.

"Yes, it is the unique skill of the Dihuo Sect in the past, [Erosion Yin Hand]. It is cultivated by drawing the power of extreme cold from the yin. When the cold energy enters the body, it corrodes the bone marrow like a maggot. It is extremely difficult to deal with. Although Youlin's cultivation is high, it is suppressed to the fifth level of Qi training. Youqing is at the sixth level of Qi training. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable."

Song Luzhou had a smile on his face, this was the opponent he specially arranged for Song Youlin.

"There has always been a saying in clan studies that there are two dragons and one tiger. Could this be one of them?"

"Yes, he and Song Youping were called the Twin Pride in the clan school. Later, some people felt that the word 'Tian Jiao' was too exaggerated to describe them, so they changed it to Twin Dragons."

Song Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "Well, it's not an exaggeration. The difficulty of practicing [Eclipse Yin Hand] is extremely high. He is smart to be able to get started at this age. At that time, no one in the younger generation of the Earth Fire Sect could get started."

While the few people were communicating, Song Youlin and Song Youqing had already started fighting.

No matter the cultivation level or name displayed by Song Youqing, they are both stronger than Song Youlin, so almost everyone watching the game in the audience supported Song Youqing unanimously.

Even with a bandage on his shoulder, Song Youfu still hoped that Song Youqing could teach Song Youlin a lesson for him, but he also knew that this was almost impossible.

Others might not know, but how could he not know? That guy is just a pervert. No matter what magic he practices, he can master it almost instantly.

That would have been fine, but he worked so hard that it was outrageous. He spent almost ten out of the twelve hours a day practicing.

His fighting spirit is even more outrageous. He has been taught moves by the Supreme Elder since he was a child. Even if he is beaten to a point of broken bones, he will get up and fight again. He is even more capable than Song Youdie who he is facing.

Facing such a pervert, even if Song Youqing's cultivation was a level higher, he would not know how to win.

The two people on the stage had no idea what everyone was thinking, nor did they have the energy to pay attention.

They had already fought for several rounds and had a general understanding of their opponents' strength. Song Youqing did not relax his vigilance because of his higher level of cultivation. Instead, he was extremely alert.

The same goes for Song Youlin.

During all these years in the mountain, there have only been three opponents who have competed with him - Song Changsheng, Song Xianming, and Song Youfu.

Except for the one-sided crushing victory over Song Youfu, he was always crushed when facing the other two. This led to him not knowing what level of strength he was at among his peers.

Now that he has met a strong opponent, he naturally has to put all his energy into dealing with him.

"Swish"

Song Youqing appeared behind him like a ghost, and his pale right hand attacked his back.

Before the hand got close to Song Youlin, he felt a biting chill, which he had not felt during the previous fight.

He immediately realized that his previous intuition was correct and that the other party's hands had been used to practice special secret techniques.

In a flash, he condensed a layer of spiritual power and wrapped it around his hands, then he turned around and punched the opponent's palm.

Song Youqing suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a wild bull. A huge force passed through his palm and spread throughout his body. He retreated dozens of steps before he completely got rid of the force.

"This person has such strong power." Song Youqing was secretly shocked.

As a leader among the younger generation, he not only excels in magic, but also never lags behind in body training. However, he cannot compete with Song Youlin in terms of strength.

Fortunately, he was not someone who relied on strength to fight, so he could only be said to have suffered a minor loss in this fight.

Compared to the shock in his heart, Song Youlin was now looking at his fist and fell into deep thought.

"His palms actually contain cold and yin energy. What a strange technique."

Fortunately, he had realized that there was something wrong with the opponent's hands, so he was more careful when fighting. He wrapped his fists with spiritual power and did not make direct contact with the opponent's palms. Otherwise, he would have been invaded by the cold energy at this moment.

To be on the safe side, Song Youlin directly took out a first-grade, mid-quality magic sword that was completely emerald green from his storage bag.

This is the Song family's standard magic weapon, made of first-level spiritual bamboo as the main material. Every member of the Song family can receive one magic weapon every time they break through a realm. This magic weapon was the one he received when he broke through to the middle stage of Qi training.

Seeing him using the magic weapon, Song Youqing did not hesitate and took out a pair of gloves woven with silk thread and put them on his hands. The snow-white gloves reflected the crystal light under the sunlight.

"Swish"

The two fought again.

Song Youlin's swordsmanship can be said to be mediocre. He just uses simple basic sword moves such as stabbing, lifting, sweeping, etc. over and over again. However, each sword is very accurate and aims directly at the enemy's vital points. His insight is even more terrifying. He can always see through the opponent's defense loopholes. Even Song Youqing finds it difficult to resist for a while.

In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t know those fancy sword techniques.

But Song Changsheng once taught that the great way of life is simple, and the same goes for swordsmanship. Some swordsmanship may seem beautiful, but in fact it is useless except for showing off and looking cool.

Therefore, he had only three requirements for Song Youlin: to be accurate enough, ruthless enough, and fast enough. In summary, it was accurate, ruthless, and fast!

As long as these three points can be achieved, even basic sword moves can still exert terrifying power.

Song Youlin had never fought with any sword cultivator other than Song Changsheng, so he had no idea whether he was fast or ruthless enough. He could only try his best.

Song Youqing, who fought with him, suffered a lot.

Obviously Song Youlin didn't make any defensive moves, but he couldn't find any flaws in him.

Because the opponent's continuous attacks like river water have wrapped himself up tightly within three feet.

"Offense is the best defense" was suddenly realized at this moment. "Who is this person? Since he has such a powerful swordsmanship, why is he not famous at all?" Song Youqing became more and more frightened as he fought. He was actually suppressed by a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training. It was unbelievable.

Looking at Song Youlin with a calm expression, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the other party had not yet exerted his full strength.

Song Youqing shook his head and gritted his teeth, saying secretly: "Even if I am eliminated, I shouldn't lose to him!"

It's not that he can't accept failure, but he can't accept being defeated by someone whose cultivation level is lower than his. As a leader of the younger generation, he also has his own pride.

Thinking of this, he no longer held back and poured out all the spiritual power in his body. He blocked several swords with the help of the invulnerable silk gloves and forcibly killed his way within three feet of Song Youlin.

[Erosion Yin Hand] is his greatest reliance. As long as he can inject the cold energy into Song Youlin's body, the battle will be half won!
Song Youlin understood his thoughts instantly, and he quickly made a gesture with his left hand, and sharp earth spikes grew out of thin air from the ground in front of him.

The timing of casting this [Earth Spike Technique] was perfect. Song Youqing did not expect that the opponent could do two things at once and could even cast spells while fighting him in close combat.

He now has only two choices. Either risk having his body pierced through and use the [Erosion Hand] to deal with Song Youlin.

Either give up this rare opportunity and distance yourself from him.

His mind raced, and he finally decided to do a backflip to escape from the fight.

It's not that he didn't have the courage to exchange injuries for injuries, it was mainly because Song Youlin was too steady, with no flaws on his body. With the interference of [Earth Thorn Technique], he was not sure he could hurt him.

"Chong"

A clear sword chant was heard, and Song Youlin stepped on the Seven Star Steps, approaching quickly with a sword in hand, not giving him a chance to breathe.

"scoff"

Seizing the opportunity, Song Youqing used his silk gloves, which were as strong as steel, to tightly grasp the thrusting sword. Then he stomped his feet suddenly, and a lifelike water dragon emerged behind him.

"[Water Dragon Roar]"

"hold head high--"

In an instant, a loud dragon roar sounded, and waves of sound hit Song Youlin's eardrums, causing him to lose consciousness for a short time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Youqing gathered all his spiritual power and slapped Song Youlin on the shoulder. A bone-chilling chill immediately penetrated into his body.

Song Youlin let out a muffled groan, but he did not care about the temporary defeat. Instead, he drew out his sword at an extremely fast speed, and taking advantage of the gap when Song Youqing extended his palm, he shook his wrist and pointed the sword at his heart at an extremely tricky angle.

Song Youqing's body suddenly stiffened. He looked down and found that the tip of the sword had cut through his clothes and pierced his skin. A trace of bright red blood seeped out of the wound.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

If it went in an inch further, his heart would be pierced, and with his level of cultivation, he would almost certainly die.

He slowly withdrew his hand and said dejectedly: "I lost."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar on the scene.

"Brother Youqing was defeated. How is this possible?"

"Where did this kid come from? He defeated Brother Youqing so easily. He is the best in the clan school."

"There are really many hidden talents in this clan. I will never speak loudly again."

……

Obviously, Song Youqing's defeat caused a great shock to the people watching the battle.

If they could attribute Song Youdie's failure to an accident, then Song Youqing's failure was somewhat unacceptable to everyone.

Unfortunately, the facts were right in front of them and they had no choice but to believe it.

"Thank you." Song Youlin put away his sword and stood up. His face turned pale due to the invasion of cold energy.

Song Youqing looked at the opponent who defeated him with a complicated expression, and an unprecedented sense of frustration surged in his heart. Before this, he had never been defeated, and even Song Youping, who was on par with him, was only comparable to him.

In this family competition, his original goal was to reach the finals of Group B and compete with Song Youping.

Unexpectedly, he was dealt a heavy blow in the first round of the preliminary competition.

The cousin in front of him, who was younger than him and had a lower cultivation level than him, easily defeated him. In fact, if the other party had not shown mercy at the critical moment, he would have become a cold corpse by now.

"Double Pride? Ha, it's simply a joke."

Song Youqing gave a bitter smile, reached out his hand and took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it over, saying: "You have been hit by my [Erosion Yin Hand]. If the coldness in your body is not eradicated in time, it will damage your foundation. This is the antidote. Take it with spiritual wine. It will be cured in one go."

"Thank you, brother." Song Youlin took the porcelain bottle and thanked him sincerely.

Song Youqing forced a smile and then walked towards the audience seats dejectedly.

Looking at his lonely back, Song Youlin's heart moved, and he said loudly: "Brother."

Song Youqing paused and said calmly, "What else can I teach you?"

"Nothing." Song Youlin smiled slightly: "I just want to say sorry to my brother. In fact, I am also at the sixth level of Qi training. I deliberately concealed my cultivation level, which caused my brother to misjudge. I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Song Youqing turned around suddenly and found that his aura had indeed changed.

"It turns out that he is also at the sixth level of Qi training."

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt inexplicably calmer.

"False and real, real and real, false and real, this is also part of the tactics. In the ring, only winning and losing count. There is no such thing as brothers. You did nothing wrong, so you don't need to apologize to me."

"Besides, I didn't underestimate my opponent, I just wasn't as skilled as you. I hope I'll have another chance to fight you in the next competition." Song Youqing bowed, turned around and walked off the stage, his steps much more agile than before.

"It's a word."

"What you said sounds so real. The clan competition is held every five years. By then, some people might have broken through to the foundation-building stage." Song Youfu couldn't help but mutter in a low voice in the audience.

"Brother Youfu, what did you just say?" A cultivator nearby looked over curiously.

"Oh, nothing. I just think that guy on the stage is too insidious. He even hides his skills. It's really shameless." Song Youfu said seriously.

...(End of chapter)