Song Qingshu's expression turned serious. He pressed his hands on the table and pulled it up, flipping it over and using it as a shield. The wooden table flipped in the air at an astonishing speed. The arrows that were shot at it were either knocked away or stuck on it. In this way, the terrifying rain of arrows was completely blocked.
Taking advantage of the Godly Arrow Eight Heroes' stupefaction, Song Qingshu shot out the remaining chopstick in his hand.
"Whoosh!" The chopsticks flew towards Zhao Min with a terrifying and sharp sound as they sliced through the air. The Mongolian guards turned pale with fright, but the chopsticks were as fast as lightning. A normal person would not be able to react in time. Only the elites in the field could barely move.
The Xuanming Elders and Jinlun Fawang were too far away and couldn't help in time even if they wanted to. Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San, who were next to Zhao Min, turned pale with fright. Ah Da subconsciously slashed at the chopstick with his sword.
Before Ah Da became a slave in the Ruyang Palace, his name was Fang Dongbai. He was once the head of the Beggar Clan's Ten Great Elders. His swordsmanship was exquisite and he was famous in Jianghu. Because his sword was so fast, it was as if he had seven or eight arms.
Fang Dongbai had just seen Song Qingshu use only a chopstick to knock away Xuan Cheng's Buddhist staff that weighed tens of kilograms. He knew that the internal energy in the chopstick was no small matter. He didn't dare to hope that he could stop it with his sword. Instead, he used a little force on his sword, hoping to slightly change the chopstick's trajectory and let Zhao Min escape.
What made Fang Dongbai's heart break was that his sword strike hit nothing but air. He could only hope that Ah Er and Ah San, who were behind him, could stop the chopstick. Otherwise, if anything happened to Zhao Min, none of them would have a good ending.
Almost at the same time Fang Dongbai swung his sword, Ah Er and Ah San also reached out to grab the chopstick. They came from Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions and had practiced King Kong Palm and King Kong Finger to the peak. Most of their martial arts were in their hands. Their hands were as hard as metal and it was as easy as flipping their palms. Unexpectedly, when they tried to grab the chopstick, they felt a burning pain in their palms.
The two of them couldn't be bothered with the thread of blood on their palms. They looked at Zhao Min with trepidation. He saw that Zhao Min's face was pale, but there were no injuries on her body. The chopstick was stuck in the pillar behind her, and there was a broken red hairpin hanging from it. As Zhao Min's trusted guard, he naturally knew that the red hairpin was the token of love that Zhao Min had given to Zhang Wuji in the past.
"This subordinate is incompetent and has frightened the princess." Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San hurriedly kneel down and beg for forgiveness. The rest of the guards also come to their senses and draw their weapons to protect Zhao Min and Huazheng in the middle.
The Xuan Ming Elders shouted angrily, and together, they pounced towards Song Qingshu. Jinlun Fawang also broke out in a cold sweat. In a moment of carelessness, he almost caused the two nobles to die in front of his eyes. However, he could see that Song Qingshu had shown mercy, so he hesitated for a moment and did not join the fight. Instead, he stood beside Zhao Min and Huazheng to protect them.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already exchanged several blows. Song Qingshu was fighting one against two. His palm technique was simple and exquisite, and he did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" The Xuan Ming Elders made a sound of surprise. They were somewhat apprehensive of the world's number one palm technique and did not want to fight with him for a long time. Instead, they wanted to take advantage of the fact that Song Qingshu was young and wanted to join forces with them. They wanted to use their decades of training to compete with his inner energy.
The palm technique of the Xuan Ming Divine Palm was exquisite. Moreover, the Xuan Ming Elders were proficient in joint attacks. In a hurry, Song Qingshu was actually forced to fight with them head-on, whether it was intentional or not.
The three of them stood quietly in the middle of the field. The green air on the faces of the Xuan Ming Elders became more and more vigorous. The surrounding people could see a visible green mass of air passing from the arms of the two to Song Qingshu.
"Big Brother Song!" Seeing that Song Qingshu was fighting one against two, Xia Qingqing quickly pulled out her Golden Snake Sword. She wanted to go forward and help him, but she was worried that it would attract the other masters of the Mongolian side to join the fight. She could not help but hesitate in place.
Li Mochou secretly took out three Soul Freezing Silver Needles from her sleeve. She also wanted to find an opportunity to help.
Constantly paying attention to the situation, Song Qingshu could not help but frown. He opened his mouth and said to the two women, "You You, you and Elder Li go first. We will meet at the place we agreed on."
Seeing that Song Qingshu could still speak calmly while using his inner energy, not only were the Xuan Ming Elders shocked, but the rest of the people in the inn were also shocked.
"Big Brother Song, I will not leave. If we die, we will die together." Xia Qingqing pursed her lips, but her tone was extremely firm.
"Silly girl, it is not like you do not know my martial arts. If I want to leave, who in the world can stop me? If you stay here, they have many masters. In order to protect you, the two of us may really die together. "Song Qingshu laughed bitterly and hurriedly used Secret Voice-sending to say.
Hearing him say that they would die together, Xia Qingqing's ears turned red. She was no longer the unruly and willful young mistress of the Wen Castle. Of course, she knew what was important and what was not. She knew that what Song Qingshu said was not false. She nodded and said with red eyes, "Okay, I will always wait for you at that place." Then she ran out of the window.
Li Mochou was more experienced in Jianghu. She knew that she would not be of any help to this level of masters if she stayed. After hesitating for a moment, she also cupped her hands and thanked Song Qingshu, "Thank you for saving me today. I will definitely repay you in the future." Then she also ran out of the window.
"Demon woman, where are you going!" Seeing that Li Mochou was about to escape, Xuan Cheng roared. He spread his wings and shot a [Formless Finger of Disaster] at Li Mochou's back.
Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed. He shook off the Xuan Ming Elders with his palm, and with the help of the recoil, he came between Xuan Cheng and Li Mochou. He used his fist to disperse Xuan Cheng's [Formless Finger of Disaster].
"I am a person who does not expect to repay favors. Of course, if Elder Daoist wants to marry me, Song Mou will also be very happy." Hearing Song Qingshu's teasing words coming from behind, Li Mochou almost stumbled and fell when she jumped out of the window.
"[Great Demon Subduing Fist], [Nine Yin Manual]?" Xuan Cheng exclaimed and stopped chasing. He looked at Song Qingshu with a dignified expression.
"Great Master is indeed worthy of being the martial arts genius of the Shaolin Temple. You can even recognize the martial arts of the [Nine Yin Manual]." Song Qingshu looked at him in surprise, and his tone became friendly.
"As a Wudang disciple, you do not use your own sect's martial arts. Instead, you use the Beggar Clan's [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms] and the long lost [Nine Yin Manual]. It can be seen that Wudang Sect's martial arts are really not elegant." Xuan Cheng sneered.
Song Qingshu was speechless for a moment. The good impression he had of him disappeared without a trace. Was this smelly monk cheated on by the people of the Wudang Sect before he became a monk? Otherwise, why would he have such a big grudge against the Wudang Sect? What made him even more speechless was that he was obviously no longer a Wudang disciple, but he still had to protect the reputation of the Wudang Sect.
"Great Monk, you may not know, but Song Mou made a big mistake in the past and was expelled from the Wudang Sect by Tai Shifu. As long as I am not taken back by him, I really do not dare to use the Wudang Divine Skill. Otherwise, with Wudang Sect's [Pure Yang Limitless Skill], [Taiji Fist], [Taiji Sword], and so on, it would not be a problem for me to use the unique skill of the Shaolin Temple's eminent monk. "
According to the rules of the Jianghu, what Song Qingshu said was reasonable and reasonable. Others could not force him to use the Wudang Sect's martial arts to fight the enemy. Xuan Cheng's heart was filled with regret. Suddenly he felt that fighting with Song Qingshu was dull and boring. Even if he won, he would not be able to damage the reputation of the Wudang Sect. Not to mention the opponent's martial arts were really unfathomable. If he was unlucky enough to fight to a draw or even lose, where would he put his face?
Xuan Cheng stood there in silence, his complexion constantly changing.
On the other side, the Two Xuanming Elders were knocked away by Song Qingshu's palm strike. They felt their blood and Qi were boiling, and they had already suffered a significant internal injury. Actually, they had brought this upon themselves. If they had used their own moves, with their decades of experience in joint attacks, even if they were no match for Song Qingshu, they would not have been injured so quickly. Previously, they had suffered the same loss under Zhang Wuji's hands because they wanted to take advantage of him. At first, they thought that it was impossible for any young man under the heavens to cultivate Zhang Wuji's incomparably vast internal energy. Who would have thought that reality would give them a hard slap in the face?
Lu Zhangke and He Biweng each drew their weapons from their bosoms. It must be known that these two men were famous for their Xuanming Divine Palm. Other than when they fought Zhang Wuji, the people of the Ruyang Palace had never seen these two men use weapons. One was a short staff with a deer's head, the other was a crane's beak with two pens. Both of them were strange weapons, and their moves were extremely strange. Combined with the occasional sneak attack from the Xuanming Divine Palm, even Zhang Wuji, who had mastered the Xuanming Divine Palm, had almost been defeated by these two men.
Because the scene of the Two Xuanming Elders suffering a loss fell into the eyes of the two nobles, they felt a little embarrassed. They were about to raise their spirits and fight Song Qingshu again when Zhao Min's indifferent voice was heard, "Mr. Lu, Mr. He, please come back for now. I have heard that Shaolin Temple is the Mount Tai and the Big Dipper of the righteous Wulin world, the embodiment of upholding justice. Master Xuan Cheng is about to execute the accomplices of the demoness Li Mochou. It won't be too late to settle the score between you two gentlemen and him later. "
Zhao Min had just recovered from the shock when she saw Xuan Cheng's expression. She knew that it was impossible to use the conflict between Shaolin Temple and Wudang Temple to provoke a fight between him and Song Qingshu, so she changed the topic to Li Mochou.
If there were only Xuan Cheng and Song Qingshu in the inn, it would be fine. Even if Song Qingshu rescued Li Mochou, the two men would have misgivings about each other's martial arts. They would probably exchange some pleasantries and not really fight.
But now that they were under Zhao Min's control, if Xuan Cheng allowed Song Qingshu to rescue Li Mochou and did not do anything about it, Zhao Min's subordinates would exaggerate and spread the news, and the reputation of Shaolin Temple would be ruined.
Xuan Cheng was a martial arts fanatic but not an idiot. He knew that Zhao Min wanted to kill him with a borrowed knife, but he had no choice but to jump into the trap. What's more, his martial arts were unparalleled, so he felt that it wouldn't be difficult to deal with Song Qingshu first and then settle the score with Zhao Min later. He laughed loudly and said, "Fine, I have long heard that the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is the number one palm technique in the world. This poor monk will use Shaolin Temple's number one palm technique, Bo're Palm."
Finished speaking, without waiting for Song Qingshu to answer, Xuan Cheng's palm pressed down on his body.
"Min Min, I see that this Master Xuan Cheng's palm technique is slow, light, and doesn't seem to have much strength. Why is that Prince Song acting as if he is facing a great enemy, constantly dodging?"
After watching for a while, Princess Huazheng couldn't help but turn her head to ask Zhao Min.
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