Song Qingshu was speechless. Wu Yazi's choice of disciples was really bad. One was sinister and vicious, and the other was stupid and muddle-headed. They couldn't even tell who was friend and who was enemy.
Unfortunately, he couldn't tell them the reason in front of so many people, which put him in a difficult position.
At this time, Xuan Cheng saw that something was wrong, so he went straight to the hole in the wooden house. Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he shot a strand of Sword Qi at him. Xuan Cheng was prepared and dodged to the side, but this put him further away from the hole in the wooden house.
Song Qingshu waved his sleeves, and a huge rock flew over. Su Xinghe stretched out his hand to stop it, but the rock suddenly became shorter, and he missed. By the time he realized it, the rock was already blocking the hole in the wooden house.
Not far away, Tianshan Tonggra sneered, "You overestimate yourself!" She could see that Song Qingshu was holding back. Otherwise, although Su Xinghe could barely be considered a master, he would be seriously injured if he tried to stop the rock that was full of inner force.
Unfortunately, Su Xinghe didn't see anything wrong. Instead, he was angry, "Prince Song, are you looking for trouble? Although the Deaf and Mute Sect isn't a big sect, we shouldn't be humiliated like this! "
Song Qingshu said indifferently, "Since you're loyal to Wu Yazi, I won't argue with you."
Su Xinghe opened his mouth, but in the end, he was afraid of his great reputation. Ding Chunqiu was his main enemy, and he shouldn't provoke another big enemy.
He didn't say anything, so Xuan Cheng had to say something, "What do you mean? This is between me and Mr. Su's sect. What does it have to do with you?"
Hearing his words, some people had a strange look on their faces. They thought that Shaolin's Xuan Cheng had always been arrogant and believed that strength was the truth. When did he become so reasonable?
Song Qingshu looked at him deeply, "You're in such a hurry to go in. Do you have any ulterior motives?"
"Amitabha!" At this moment, Abbot Xuan Ci also stood up. "Our Shaolin Sect has always been open and aboveboard. Almsgiver Song, please do not speak nonsense."
At this time, Xuzhu also came to Xuan Cheng's side to guard against Song Qingshu's sudden attack. "Although Young Master's martial arts are high, it is really inappropriate for you to rudely interfere in the internal affairs of other sects."
"Amitabha. I wonder why Benefactor Song is blocking Master Xuancheng." Ku Rong also stood on the side of the Shaolin monks. Whether it was Song Qingshu or Jiu Mozhi, they both wanted the Six Pulses Magical Sword. Now that the two of them were obviously on the same side, Ku Rong naturally did not like Song Qingshu.
"Fairy sister, it's not that I want to be your enemy on purpose, but Prince Song is in the wrong this time." Duan Yu stood by Ku Rong's side as he hurriedly explained to the girls. It was unknown whether he was speaking to Li Qiushui or Wang Yuyan.
"Good, good ~" Reverend Yideng did not want to get involved in these things, but Duan Yu was the Crown Prince of Dali. As a member of the Duan family, he naturally had the obligation to ensure his safety.
At this time, Chen Jialuo also came over and said, "Song Qingshu, you have done many unjust things. We all have our own justice." Whether it was the grudge between the Red Flower Society and Song Qingshu or the relationship between him and the Shaolin Temple, his choice was self-evident.
Naturally, Yuan Ziyi followed him closely. She even waved at Huo Qingtong to come over. Huo Qingtong looked hesitant. She did not want to be enemies with Song Qingshu's people, but it would be even more inappropriate for her to continue to stand on Song Qingshu's side at this time. Therefore, she stepped aside and made it clear that she would not help either side.
Yuan Shixiao glanced at her and shook his head as he walked to Chen Jialuo's side. Looking at Song Qingshu, he said, "Ah Qing said that you are a good person, but according to Ziyi's words and Jialuo's experience, you are not a good person. Now it seems that the legendary Golden Snake King is really good at deceiving women."
Huo Qingtong blushed. She wanted to explain, but she did not know what to say in front of so many people. Even Li Qinglu and the other girls felt a little uncomfortable, let alone her.
Hearing him mention Ah Qing, Song Qingshu's attention was immediately attracted. "Where is Ah Qing now?"
Yuan Shixiao sighed and said, "I don't know either. If she were here, she would not allow you to be so arrogant." As a grandmaster, Yuan Shixiao was frank and did not deliberately use Ah Qing's name to scare Song Qingshu.
At this time, Li Qiushui could not help but snort and said, "You all come out one by one. Do you want to bully us with numbers? What do you think of us sisters? "
Heaven Mountain Tonglao rolled her eyes and said, "Who is your sister? You are so shameless." Although she said this, she still moved closer to Song Qingshu. Although she was not happy with his enslavement, he had treated her quite well along the way. Moreover, Wu Yazi was still counting on him to save him.
Jiu Mozhi laughed a few times and said, "Since I came to the Central Plains, these so-called orthodox sects love to bully people with numbers. I did not expect them to still be so ignorant."
Hearing this, Ku Rong, Xuan Ci, and the others' faces heated up. Back then, Tian Long Temple fought six against one and Shaolin Temple fought one after another. Both seemed a little disgraceful.
Jiu Mozhi stood next to Song Qingshu and looked at Jinlun Fawang who was next to him. "What do you think, Senior?" Both of them came from the Tibetan Tantric Sect. Although they were from different sects, they still maintained the necessary etiquette on the surface.
Jinlun Fawang laughed and said, "Prince Song's Kung Fu is unfathomable. He does not need our help. Junior, don't worry." He and Jiu Mozhi each belonged to one of the four main sects of the Tibetan Tantric Sect. Usually, they fought openly and secretly. Moreover, he and Song Qingshu had many conflicts. Just now, because of the Mongolian Golden Snake Camp, they both maintained a superficial peace.
Jiu Mozhi was startled. Previously, when he saw him talking happily with Song Qingshu, he thought that Song Qingshu would definitely help them. With the help of these Mongolian masters, their chances of winning were a little higher. However, he did not expect that Song Qingshu would obviously just watch the show. As expected, they are not from the same sect, they must have different intentions!
"Eh, there are so many people gathered together. There must be something fun." Suddenly, a voice that could not suppress its excitement came from not far away.
Everyone turned around and saw two white-haired old men escorting a middle-aged man towards them. One of the white-haired old men had a rectangular face, a small beard under his chin, thick hands and big feet. His clothes were full of patches here and there, but they were clean. He held a green bamboo stick in his hand and carried a big red gourd on his back. The other old man had white hair and a youthful face. More importantly, he looked frivolous. He did not look like an old man, but more like a child.
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