"Guo Jing is the Chancellor of the Wulin world of the south. In the past few years, he has perfected the" Nine Yin Manual ". He has mastered the unparalleled Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the point of combining strength and gentleness. In addition to the legendary Left and Right Mutual Combat Technique, I'm afraid he can be considered the number one person in Wulin." Jinlun Fawang purposely paused for a moment before continuing, "Before the Grand Assembly of Heroes, I've exchanged blows with him. He really does live up to his reputation.
"Jinlun Fawang, the princess is asking how your martial arts compare to Guo Jing's. You've been rambling for so long, can you beat him or not?" Before Huazheng and Zhao Min could reply, a monk next to them spoke with a tone of mockery.
Jinlun Fawang raised his head and saw that it was one of the experts of the Ruyang Palace, Lu Zhangke. Anger flashed across his face. On one hand, he was worried that these two people were skilled, but on the other hand, he had to give the Prince of Ruyang some face so he snorted.
"Mister Lu, don't be impatient, the Imperial Advisor is about to continue." Zhao Min was actually a bit impatient as well but Jinlun Fawang was favored by Khubilai so she couldn't just let the two of them start a war of words.
With a way out, Jinlun Fawang's expression softened and he continued, "I'm not talented, I could only fight Guo Jing to a draw last time. However, I've been practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art of the Tibetan Buddhism Sect. In a few years, I'm confident that I can beat Guo Jing. "
Jinlun Fawang's tone was very arrogant. He knew that he was weaker than Guo Jing at the Battle of Da San Guan but he had made some progress in practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art so he wasn't lying.
"I only needed the Imperial Advisor to stall Guo Jing for a while," Zhao Min had a look of joy on her face. She shook Huazheng's arm and said, "It's not hard to take Guo Jing's life. As long as Aunt agrees, I'll get rid of him."
A look of confusion flashed across Huazheng's eyes but she quickly shook her head and refused, "No, I won't allow you to do that."
Zhao Min had a knowing expression on her face and sighed, "Aunt, all these years, because of Guo Jing, the Mongolian army hasn't been able to pass through Xiangyang. Our Mongolian Empire has many talented people, if we want to deal with Guo Jing, we actually have countless ways to deal with him. But my cousin and the others think of Auntie, so they always let him go. He doesn't know anything about it. Auntie, do you think it's worth it? "
"It's not worth it." Hua Zheng smiled faintly. "Back then, in order to save the Sect Master of the Ming Dynasty, didn't you also give up your identity as a Princess?"
"Auntie, I don't want to talk about him." Zhao Min's eyelashes fluttered as she said expressionlessly.
"I really don't know what happened between you two." Huazheng sighed and comforted her, "In fact, it's not a bad thing to break up like this. After all, he's a traitor who went against the Great Khan. It's not good for anyone to be together. Auntie doesn't want you to repeat my mistake."
Zhao Min forced a smile and did not reply. The two women each had their own thoughts and soon fell into silence. The many experts who were guarding them looked at each other and no one dared to speak at that moment.
Looking at Zhao Min's beautiful back, Song Qingshu smiled playfully. What happened between her and Zhang Wuji that caused them to turn against each other?
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, but he quickly rejected them. He didn't have enough information, so it was really difficult to analyze. Song QingShu quickly put this problem aside and changed his mind to consider whether he could kidnap this princess who was as beautiful as a fairy and as witty as a fox if he made a move now.
The Godly Archer Eight Heroes were easy to deal with. Although their archery skills were superb, this was not an open plain and the distance between them was too close. Coupled with the complex environment of the inn, their archery skills were nothing to be afraid of.
Zhao Min's servants, Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San, were all top-notch experts. However, Ah Da and Fang Dongbai's arm had been cut off by Zhang Wuji and Ah Er and Ah San had broken bones all over their bodies. Even if they recovered, their martial arts skills would probably be greatly reduced and could be ignored for the time being.
The Xuanming Elders' Xuanming Holy Palm was extremely insidious and had once left Zhang Sanfeng at his wits' end. When the two of them joined forces, even Zhang Wuji, who had achieved great success in martial arts, would find it difficult to take advantage of them. Not to mention there was also Jinlun Fawang, who was on par with Guo Jing. Song Qingshu could not help but click his tongue. If they really joined forces, he was afraid that he would only be able to escape.
But then he quickly realized that there was no practical benefit in kidnapping Zhao Min at this time. Song Qingshu finally felt a little better. This was a strenuous and unrewarding business, so it was better not to get involved.
"Ding ling ling, ding ling ling ~"
As Song Qingshu was deep in thought, a melodious sound of copper bells came from the door. Soon, a beautiful woman wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe walked in. She very naturally held a horsetail whisk in her hand. Her beautiful eyes swept around the inn. When she saw Zhao Min and her group, she could not help but frown slightly. But she had roamed Jianghu for many years and really did not want to show her fear in front of others. She thought that even if she could not defeat them, with her lightness skills, she should have no problem protecting herself. She floated to a quiet place and sat down. She called for the waiter and ordered a few vegetarian dishes.
Although this Taoist nun was dressed in plain clothes, her rosy cheeks and rosy cheeks could not hide the romantic charm between her brows. Song Qingshu smiled and picked up his wine cup and took a sip. What a good day it was today. It was rare for so many legendary people to gather together.
The Xuanming Elders' He Biweng loved wine and Lu Zhangke was lustful. It was no secret. Lu Zhangke saw that the loose Taoist robe still could not hide the woman's graceful figure. He rubbed his chin and laughed. "What a beautiful and romantic woman. It is a pity that she is a Taoist nun."
Zhao Min and Huazheng were sitting alone at a table. Now that they were both immersed in the thoughts of women and they had some private things to say to each other, the attendants wisely spread out and found other tables to sit at. They secretly guarded the two golden branches and jade leaves in the middle.
Apart from the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes, who were guarding the vital points, the rest of the people settled down. Jinlun Fawang sat at a table, the Xuanming Elders sat at a table, Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San sat at a table. The rest of the bodyguards sat in groups of twos and threes.
When Lu Zhangke saw the beautiful Taoist nun, he could not restrain himself from flirting with her. But he was afraid of Huazheng and Zhao Min, so he did not dare to be too brazen.
When she heard his flirting, the beautiful Taoist nun's willowy eyebrows rose and her face turned frosty. She waved her sleeve and several silver needles shot toward Lu Zhangke's face.
The silver needles were fast and urgent; it was too late for the others to save him. Lu Zhangke did not expect that his joke would immediately bring about a fatal disaster. Luckily his martial arts instincts allowed him to take out his weapon in time. He held the deer head staff in front of him and blocked the silver needles.
The Xuanming Elders were experts in using poison; they saw the cold glint of the silver needles on the deer head staff. They could tell at a glance that there was a strong poison on the needles. Their faces changed, "Soul Freezing Silver Needles, you are the 'Scarlet Serpent Deity' Li Mochou?"
Seeing the "Soul Freezing Silver Needles" blocked by the opponent, Li Mochou was secretly alarmed. She heard the two exclamations and couldn't help but snort, "That's me."
Li Mochou roamed Jianghu. Because of her ruthlessness, a lot of people who mentioned her name would feel as if they were mourning the death of their parents. The nickname 'Scarlet Serpent Deity' spread like wildfire. Although it was a nice name, Li Mochou did not like it.
"Ha-ha, people are afraid of your 'Scarlet Serpent Deity' title, but I don't care about it." Lu Zhangke was careless and almost failed miserably. He felt a bit embarrassed and raised his palm to attack Li Mochou.
Jinlun Fawang had a faint smile on his face. He calmly drank his tea and looked like he was watching a show. Although He Biweng had always fought together with his apprentice brother, the two of them had been famous for a long time. He couldn't bring himself to fight a little girl together. He also knew that Lu Zhangke's martial arts were more than enough to deal with Li Mochou. So he stood where he was and secretly helped his apprentice brother.
Before Lu Zhangke could get close, Li Mochou felt the cold air in his palm. She didn't dare to be careless. She used her lightness kung fu to quickly retreat and raised her palm to meet the attack.
"Five Poisons Divine Palm!" Lu Zhangke looked at his red and swollen right hand. His face was a bit unsightly. He quickly sealed a few pressure points on his hand and used his internal energy to force the poisonous blood out of his palm.
"Xuan Ming Divine Palm! You are the Xuanming Elders!" Li Mochou's pink face turned a bit pale. Fortunately, her opponent was careless. She used the poison of the Five Poisons Divine Palm to resist the power of the opponent's Xuan Ming Palm. Even so, she felt a cold air invading her body. She had to force herself not to let her teeth chatter.
"You little girl, wait and see what I'll do to you after I take you down." Seeing Li Mochou's chest rise and fall rapidly, a fierce look flashed through Lu Zhangke's eyes.
Zhao Min and Huazheng also noticed what was going on. When they heard Lu Zhangke's lewd and suggestive words, Huazheng couldn't help but frown. She was about to speak when Zhao Min raised her hand to stop her. She explained in a low voice, "Gu Gu, this Taoist nun is a great demon in Jianghu. Many people have died by her hands. It's good to let Master Lu teach her a lesson."
Zhao Min knew the way of ruling. Those who loved money used money to lure them, those who loved power used power to lure them, and those who loved women used beautiful women … Zhao Min didn't want to embarrass her trusted expert for a woman who had nothing to do with her. Besides, this woman wasn't a good person to begin with.
Hearing Lu Zhangke's words, Li Mochou couldn't help but be furious. She had always kept her body pure. Even her former lover Lu Zhanyuan couldn't say anything frivolous. How could she tolerate such obscene words? She raised her hand and shot out a few more Soul Freezing Silver Needles. She took the opportunity to follow with her fly whisk.
"What a beautiful qinggong!" Jinlun Fawang put down his teacup and praised sincerely.
Li Mochou knew that her kung fu wasn't as good as her opponent's, so she changed to a tricky and ever-changing fighting style. The Ancient Tomb sect's qinggong was one of the best in the world. Li Mochou deliberately made it so that her body was as light as a swallow. She didn't fight Lu Zhangke head on. The two of them would often separate as soon as they came into contact. Li Mochou was always looking for a flaw in her opponent's defense to give him a fatal blow.
The Xuanming elders' qinggong had always been weak. That was why Lu Zhangke, whose kung fu was far better than Li Mochou's, could only fight her to a draw. The Soul Freezing Silver Needles were extremely poisonous. If Lu Zhangke was hit, it was very likely that he would die on the spot.
"Apprentice brother, let me help you!" He Biweng saw that Lu Zhangke was in such a disadvantageous situation because of his impatience. Although he felt that Lu Zhangke could gradually turn the situation around, he was worried that his apprentice brother would be attacked by the Soul Freezing Silver Needles. He impatiently joined the fight.
The Xuanming elders were experts in joint attacks. When the two of them joined hands, their power was more than doubled. Even Zhang Wuji had to be wary of them, not to mention Li Mochou, whose kung fu was far inferior.
Seeing that Li Mochou's circle of activity was getting smaller and smaller, Song Qingshu knew that it wouldn't be long before she had nowhere to go. He was hesitating whether or not to help her when suddenly a deep and resounding Buddhist chant came from the door.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
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