Everyone present was aghast. The wind generated by the punch had wrinkled the faces of the three masters. How exaggerated was this? It should be known that this punch was not aimed at the three of them. The three of them were only brushed by the side.
This young man looked very simple and honest. Who would have thought that his martial arts was so terrifying! He had only taken one step, but he had already crossed dozens of feet and arrived in front of the enemy. That terrifying punch seemed to have sucked up all the air around him. It was obviously a destructive force, but the whole courtyard fell into a momentary silence. Everyone could only see their mouths opening and closing, but they couldn't hear what the people around them were saying.
Song Qingshu's expression was also solemn. It should be known that the most important basis to judge whether a person's martial arts was good or not was his technique. The strength of a person with the lowest level could be ignored, so there was naturally no need to discuss it. For people with slightly higher martial arts, whether it was a sword or a punch, they could create a large gust of wind. It looked scary, but in fact, a large amount of internal energy was wasted. They couldn't compare to the masters of the same level who could concentrate most of their internal energy into one point. However, if one's martial arts reached a higher level, it would be very different. As the saying goes, the birth of a saint must be accompanied by a natural phenomenon. The other party could affect the surrounding environment with just a lift of his hand. This was not because his Zhen Qi was leaking out, but because his Zhen Qi was so terrifying that it could affect the surrounding environment!
Looking at the whole Jianghu, there were very few people who could reach this level. Unexpectedly, Shi Potian was actually one of them.
Back in the Golden Snake Convention, he was clearly not this powerful. Now, it could be said that he had made a qualitative leap. Why?
Song Qingshu's thoughts were like lightning. However, the fist had already arrived in front of him. He looked solemn and slowly raised his hand. Although he moved later, it arrived first. He raised his palm to meet the attack.
With a loud bang, a terrifying wave of Qi spread out. Murong Fu, Zuo Lenchan, and the others beside him were shaken a few times. Those who were further away were even more embarrassed. One by one, they fell down with all four feet in the air.
Song Qingshu took advantage of the opportunity to retreat a distance of ten feet and stood in front of Wu Xi and the others, helping them to neutralize the terrifying shock wave. After all, these people were seriously injured at this moment. If they were swept by the palm wind, they might directly die.
Just now when Song Qingshu appeared to block Zuo Lenchan and the others, Ren Yingying ran to Wu Xi and Yi Lin to check on their injuries. Seeing her lover retreating to her side, she couldn't help but say worriedly, "They won't be able to hold on much longer."
Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Wu Xi's face was as pale as gold paper, and Tian Boguang's eyebrows and beard were covered with a layer of ice. He knew that if he delayed any longer, even if the Almighty Immortal came, he could not save them.
After pondering for a moment, he made a decision. Although he wanted to know what had happened to Shi Potian, it was more important to save him first. Therefore, he grabbed the crowd and leaped out of the King of Shu's Mansion.
"Don't you dare leave, you thief!" Zuo Lenchan and the others hurriedly chased after him. Shi Potian was stunned for a moment. Seeing that everyone was chasing after him, although he didn't know what was going on, he still followed along.
Although he moved a little late, he crossed dozens of feet with one step, and soon overtook the others.
Seeing that the mysterious man was getting further and further away, Murong Fu, Zuo Lenchan and the others all stopped in their tracks. However, seeing that Shi Potian was so fierce, they all summoned their fighting spirit and followed him.
With Song QingShu's lightness skill, it would not be a problem for him to shake off Murong Fu and Zuo Leng Chan, even if he was carrying a group of people. However, now that there was Shi Potian, his speed was too shocking.
Song Qingshu alone could easily shake him off, but now he also had Ren Yingying, Wu Xi, Yi Lin and Tian Boguang with him, a total of four people, so it was naturally difficult to shake off this tail.
However, he also reacted quickly. Taking advantage of a turn to block the other party's line of sight, he jumped onto a big tree with a few people, and used the dense leaves to hide everyone's figures.
Soon, a group of people caught up, but did not discover their existence and continued to chase into the distance.
"Big Brother Linghu, what's wrong?" Yi Lin's voice carried a bit of a sob.
"Shh!" Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped her, "Someone is coming back." At the same time, he had to sigh that people's lives were really different. At this time, Tian Boguang was obviously also seriously injured, but Yi Lin did not even look at him.
However, this did not mean that Yi Lin had any bad intentions, but that this was human nature. Of course, the first reaction would be related to the people they cared about the most. As for Tian Boguang, he was just like those spare tires in the future, naturally it would be difficult for him to get the favor of the goddess.
"This is a kind of retribution for the evil he did years ago." Song Qingshu speculated, not without malice.
At this time, Shi Potian and the others had already returned. Many people dejectedly said, "Motherf * cker, he ran really fast."
"Running so fast while carrying people, this person's lightness skill is really f * cking awesome."
"Young Hero Shi's lightness skill is also amazing. If it weren't for the fact that there are too many buildings in this city, that person would definitely not be able to run away."
"Young Hero Shi is still the best. With one punch, he beat that guy into running away."
…
Shi Potian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That person's martial arts is very high, not inferior to mine."
The others jeered in a few words, "Young Hero, don't be modest. Everyone saw you beat him with one punch, how can it be fake?"
Shi Potian originally wanted to explain that just now, the other party retreated because he wanted to resolve the aftermath in front of Wu Xi and the others, but the group of people kept complimenting him, making him unable to find a chance to interrupt. He was not good with words, so in the end, he could only smile foolishly.
On the side, Murong Fu's face was a little ugly. After all, he was a person that the dignified Nan Murong and several other great experts could not do anything to, but he was beaten away by this silly boy with one punch, which really made him lose face.
Although Zuo Leng Chan was also a little depressed, this person was his nominal disciple, so he could be considered to have benefited from it. As for the Three Emotions Taoist priest, he did not care about this and did not have any reaction. Only Murong Fu wanted to use this opportunity to buy people's hearts, but who knew that the limelight would be stolen by Shi Potian.
"Wu Xi is now seriously injured and won't live for long. We will immediately announce to the public that he has been executed and clean up the remnants of Wu Xi's party." Murong Fu knew that in terms of martial arts, he might not be able to compare, so he could only turn the tables on the officialdom that he was better at.
"But that mysterious person's martial arts is so high, what if Wu Xi survives?" Someone raised a doubt.
Murong Fu sneered and said, "So what if he survives? When the time comes, the general situation will be set. What can a traitor like him do?"
"Prince Murong is really wise!"
"As expected of the descendant of Henan Commandery King."
…
Hearing the group of people bragging, Murong Fu's dark face finally showed a trace of a smile, "Let's go back to the Shu King's Mansion and arrange the follow-up matters!"
The group of people nodded and quickly surrounded him and left.
After everyone left, Ren Yingying said with some indignation, "These people really have eyes but can't see. Although Shi Potian's martial arts is high, how can he be a match for you? If it weren't for saving us, you could have defeated him with one hand."
Song QingShu faintly smiled, "Why do you need to care about the gossip of these people? Moreover, aren't you exaggerating a bit too much? Shi Potian's current cultivation has already reached the pinnacle of the world, and it won't be easy to defeat him with just one hand."
At this time, Wu Xi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two people in a daze, "Yingying, is that you?"
Ren Yingying faintly sighed and took off her mask, revealing a bright and beautiful face, "Young Master Linghu, I am now Lady Song."
Hearing his words, Wu Xi violently coughed a few times. After a long time, he said with a bitter smile, "That's right, I was rude." Then he turned around and said, "Then this must be Song Qingshu."
Song QingShu didn't mind the fact that Linghu Hu called him by his name. He removed his mask and said, "Brother Linghu, long time no see."
Linghu Chong sighed, "I didn't expect to be saved by you again."
Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Brother Linghu, don't feel burdened. I saved you because I wanted something."
"I know what you want to ask, cough, cough …" Halfway through his words, he couldn't help but violently cough again. The blood he coughed out was emitting a trace of cold air.
Yi Lin hurriedly said, "Prince Song, can you save brother Linghu first?"
Song Qingshu nodded, knowing that his injury couldn't be delayed any longer. He grabbed their shoulders and used Qinggong to leave.
The whole city of Chengdu was full of people who hated Wu Xi, a traitor. Now that he was under the control of Murong Fu, Yang Juyuan, and the others, it was too dangerous to stay in the city. After thinking about it, the most suitable place to treat his injury was the Mirror Lake outside the city.
Seeing him return, the people on the Mirror Lake immediately came out to welcome him warmly. After all, he had saved their lives before. In addition, he had an ambiguous relationship with the Mistress, so everyone had already regarded him as half a master.
At this time, Linghu Chong had already fallen into a coma. He had been attacked by Zuo Lenchan, so his injury was more serious than Tian Boguang's, who had been directly hit by the Ice Qi. However, Tian Boguang's internal energy was much weaker than Linghu Chong's, so in the end, the degree of danger was about the same.
Song Qingshu thought that if he saved Linghu Chong first, Tian Boguang would most likely kneel; if he saved Tian Boguang first … his head wasn't injured.
In the end, he simply saved both of them together. He helped the two of them to sit cross-legged on the bed. Song Qingshu sat behind the two of them, pressed the major acupoints on their backs, and began to help them treat their injuries.
Half of their injuries were caused by the shock to their internal organs and meridians, and the other half was caused by the Ice Qi. Therefore, they had to first expel the Ice Qi from their bodies to slowly heal their internal injuries.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu's cultivation had reached an incredible level. Otherwise, if he were to absorb the Ice Qi from both of them at the same time, he would easily be frozen into a popsicle. In the original work, Ren Woxing was ambushed by Zuo Lenchan's Ice Qi. As a result, Linghu Chong, Xiang Wentian, and Ren Yingying had to work together to absorb the Ice Qi from his body for several hours. In the end, all of them had turned into ice sculptures.
Yi Lin was fidgeting restlessly on the side. She kept fiddling with the Buddhist beads in her hand and muttering, "Merciful and pessimistic Bodhisattva, please protect Brother Linghu and keep him safe. Yi Lin is willing to shorten her life by ten years, no, twenty years in exchange for …"
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