Zhou Zhiruo was furious. With a flick of her wrist, a long black whip flew out of her sleeve towards Guo Fu. Huang Rong was shocked. She didn't think that Zhou Zhiruo would suddenly attack. She quickly used the Dog Beating Stick Technique to block the whip.
But Zhou Zhiruo was prepared. She made a turn in the middle of the whip and easily avoided the Dog Beating Stick Technique. The whip slightly shattered a hair clip on Guo Fu's hair.
Zhou Zhiruo quickly put the whip back into her sleeve. She said proudly, "The Emei sect has many divine skills. We won't covet the martial arts of other sects. Little girl, don't try to mislead people with your lies."
Guo Fu's face was pale with fright. She was completely dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond.
Huang Rong was a master who protected her children. When she saw Zhou Zhiruo attack her daughter, she was furious. She didn't hesitate to fall out with the Emei sect to fight to the death with Zhou Zhiruo. But when she found that Zhou Zhiruo was very careful and didn't really hurt Guo Fu, her anger dissipated.
Guo Fu finally came back to her senses. Just as she was about to curse, a celestial voice sounded.
"What happened here? Why is it so lively?"
The group of people turned their heads and saw an incomparably beautiful young girl looking at them with a smile. Her subordinates were scattered in the surroundings, vigilantly guarding against any intruders.
Huang Rong recognized one of them as Jinlun Fawang. She couldn't help but click her tongue. This witch was really arrogant. Even a master like Jinlun Fawang was obediently standing behind her.
"So it's the princess. Did the Mongols also send masters to participate in the Golden Snake Gathering?" Huang Rong had fought with the Mongols in Xiangyang for many years. Naturally, she didn't have a good impression of the Mongols. Her words were full of gunpowder.
As expected, the martial artists in the area started whispering to each other. The Golden Snake Camp had always been a volunteer army that fought against the armored cavaliers of the other clans. If the martial artists supported by the Mongolians won the championship in the end, then the martial artists of the Central Plains would be completely humiliated.
Zhao Min was not in a hurry. She asked with a smile, "Isn't Madam Guo also here to attend this meeting? Is there anyone among the 16 candidates supported by Madam Guo?"
"Of course," Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled. She changed the topic and continued, "As long as he can drive out the Tatars, no matter who wins, I will support him from the bottom of my heart."
Right when Huang Rong finished speaking, the martial artists cheered.
"Tartars, get out of the Central Plains!"
"Kill the Tartars."
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This caused Xiao Feng, who was standing beside Huang Rong, to feel extremely awkward. Speaking of his identity as a Khitan, he was also a Tartar in the eyes of the Han people.
"Madam Guo is indeed eloquent." Zhao Min was not angry at all. She was also not interested in arguing with her. In Zhao Min's eyes, Huang Rong was indeed quick-witted. However, due to her limited vision, her cleverness was only at the level of Jianghu. She was still far from the realm of being able to summon clouds and rain with a flip of her hand. Otherwise, after so many years, Xiangyang City would not only be struggling but also unable to make any progress.
"Demoness, return my Junior Martial Brother Kong Xing's life!" Suddenly, a loud roar rang out. A monk covered in golden light flew through the air and attacked Zhao Min.
Song Qingshu recognized that the person who attacked was Xuan Cheng, one of the Thirteen Ultimate Divine Monks of the Shaolin Temple. Remembering that Zhao Min was injured by his Great Vajra Palm last time, Song Qingshu subconsciously prepared to stand up and block the attack for her.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed. He noticed that Zhao Min's hand, which was behind her back, was secretly waving at him. She was hinting at him not to act rashly.
Song Qingshu immediately understood that it was better not to expose their relationship.
There was a reason why Zhao Min was so confident. The last time she was captured was because of Song Qingshu's interference. Now that Jinlun Fawang, Priest Baisang, and the head of the Vajra Faction were watching from the side, and there were also the Xuanming Elders and the Godly Arrow Eight Heroes accompanying them, Xuan Cheng dared to charge alone. If it were not for the fact that she was worried about the others, Zhao Min was confident that she could kill Xuan Cheng on the spot.
Like a hot knife through butter, Xuan Cheng broke through Zhao Min's carefully selected group of warriors. The densely packed arrows of the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes hit his body, but other than leaving a few white marks, they did not stop him at all.
"Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill?" The head of the Vajra Faction was overjoyed, and with a loud bang, his body turned golden as he also activated the [Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill].
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of moves. Xuan Cheng alternated between the Great Vajra Fist, the Formless Finger of Disaster, and the Prajna Palm. Even though the head of the Vajra Faction had been practicing the [Herculean Strength Index] for ten years, he still found it hard to endure. When the two figures separated, the body of the head of the Vajra Faction was left swaying in the same place, it was obvious that he had suffered a small loss.
However, after being blocked by him, Xuan Cheng's momentum was exhausted. Jinlun Fawang took the opportunity to block in front of him, and in an instant, the six giant wheels flew out and struck at Xuan Cheng's acupoints from all directions.
Xuan Cheng and the head of the Vajra Faction exchanged more than a dozen moves, and his breathing was already ragged. He did not dare to use his body to take on the sharp wheels that were spinning at high speed, and he quickly pushed left and right, knocking away the six giant wheels one by one.
Everyone present was an expert, and they were all dazzled by the scene. Xuan Cheng first used the Duo Luo Ye Finger to deflect the tin wheel that was coming at him from behind, and then he used the Flower Pinching Finger to catch the lead wheel that was about to cut his skin. He then casually flung it behind him, knocking away the iron wheel that was coming at him from behind. He used the [Sleeve Universe] skill, and then he stepped out and firmly stepped on the bronze wheel that was about to cut his leg tendons, using the Shaolin Temple's [Pursuing Shadow Kick].
He then used the Great Skanda Pestle to deflect the silver wheel that was flying at him from above, and finally, he forcibly activated the [Indestructible Body] and used the [Dragon Claw Hand] to directly grab the golden wheel in Jinlun Fawang's hand.
A grinding sound that made one's teeth ache was heard, and the rapidly spinning golden wheel was forcibly stopped by Xuan Cheng's claw, and it could no longer move forward.
Looking at Xuan Cheng's hand that was suffused with a bloody light, Jinlun Fawang was secretly shocked, if it was anyone else who received his golden wheel like this, they would at least have half their palm cut off. He didn't think that Xuan Cheng would only make a long cut, the [Indestructible Body] was indeed tyrannical.
But it was as if Jinlun Fawang had already expected this result, and the golden wheel moved to the side, drawing Xuan Cheng's hand away, and his right hand, which had been waiting for a long time, sent a punch towards Xuan Cheng's chest.
Before it even reached his body, the sound of the wind and thunder that the fist carried was already enough to make people's eardrums hurt. Xuan Cheng didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly used the profound meaning of the [Prajna Palm], wanting to dissipate the power of this fist.
The fist and the palm met, and Jinlun Fawang felt the power of his fist being gradually dissipated by the opponent, and couldn't help but let out an evil laugh: "Let's see how much you can dissipate!" Layer after layer of the [Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm], it was as if a huge wave was surging from his fist to the opponent's palm.
Pu!
When the ninth wave of power was dissipated, Xuan Cheng couldn't hold on any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood as he hurriedly retreated.
Priest Bai Shen had been waiting by Zhao Min's side, and didn't participate in the battle. Seeing that Xuan Cheng was injured, he followed the principle of taking your life while you're down, and with a flash, he used the [Xuan Ming Palm] to strike Xuan Cheng's body.
"Grandmaster, be careful!" The two Wu Dang envoys swung their swords at the same time.
Shaolin and Wu Dang have always advanced and retreated together in Jianghu, even though there was a rift between them because of Zhang CuiShan ten years ago, they couldn't just watch Xuan Cheng die in the hands of the Mongolians.
In the Wu Dang Sect, Zhang SanFeng had long stopped caring about the sect's affairs, and the position of sect leader was passed on to the eldest disciple, Song YuanQiao. In the end, because of the incident where Song Qingshu killed Muo ShengGu, Song YuanQiao took the blame and resigned, and has been concentrating on training in the back mountains.
The position of sect leader was passed on to the second disciple, Yu LianZhou, who usually presided over the Purple Cloud Palace and rarely left the mountain. Because Yu DaiYan was crippled for more than ten years, he also developed a quiet temperament, and didn't care much about anything.
The fifth disciple, Zhang CuiShan, committed suicide, and Muo ShengGu was killed, so of the Seven Heroes of Wu Dang, only the Fourth Hero, Zhang SongXi, and the Sixth Hero, Yin Liting, were left in Jianghu. This time, the envoys sent by Wu Dang to participate in the Golden Snake Gathering were these two.
Zhang SongXi and Yin Liting had been carefully taught by Zhang SanFeng, and in addition to these years of studying the Tai Chi Sword, they had long been among the world's top experts. Even though they weren't at the level of the Four Masters, but with time, it wasn't impossible for them to catch up.
However, Priest Bai Shen was the old devil who fought with Zhang SanFeng for hundreds of moves before being defeated. These years, he had been thinking of revenge, and secretly studied the martial arts of Wu Dang Sect.
Seeing the two people dressed in Wu Dang Sect's attire attack, Priest Bai Shen's face flashed with a sinister smile, and both of his palms struck out from an unimaginable angle. The long swords of Zhang SongXi and Yin Liting immediately clashed together. The two's cultivation levels were close, and when their forces collided, their bodies both paused, and it was obvious that they had suffered serious internal injuries.
This was also the two's bad luck. If it wasn't for Priest Bai Shen, who had been studying the martial arts of Wu Dang for dozens of years, even if they were up against Ouyang Feng and the others, the two of them would definitely be able to protect themselves if they joined hands, and wouldn't have suffered such a big loss as soon as they met.
"This old man will first slaughter the two treasured disciples of that old bastard Zhang SanFeng." Priest Bai Shen roared, and both of his arms suddenly expanded by a foot, pressing towards the two's chests.
Zhang SongXi and Yin Liting immediately recognized that this was the Xuan Ming Divine Palm that Zhang Wuji had been hit with. At that time, even Zhang SanFeng was helpless against his injuries, and the power of this person's Xuan Ming Divine Palm was more than double that of the Xuan Ming Elders. The two of them immediately thought to themselves, "Forget it, forget it, I'm afraid we're going to die here today."
Suddenly, a huge suction force came from the side of the two of them, and they were forced to move several feet horizontally. When they steadied themselves, they looked at the person behind them, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised: "Qingshu?"
"Greetings, fourth martial uncle, sixth martial uncle." Song Qingshu bowed, and laughed bitterly in his heart. Even though he was expelled from Wu Dang, and even had his meridians broken by Yu LianZhou at the Lion Slaying Gathering, but he was from Wu Dang, and he couldn't just watch these two cheap masters die in front of him.
Fortunately, Song YuanQiao's cheap father didn't come, or else he wouldn't be so thick to call a stranger father. Song Qingshu was incomparably glad in his heart.
Daoist Baisang turned around to look at Zhao Min, and seeing her give him a look, he couldn't help but understand, and continued to attack the two heroes of Wu Dang. Song Qingshu hurriedly shielded the two of them behind him, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to meet the attack.
Daoist Baisang had seen Song Qingshu's martial arts in the last martial arts competition at the inn, so he naturally didn't dare to be careless. He focused 120%, and the Xuan Ming Divine Palm reflected a sky full of palm shadows.
The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that Song Qingshu used did not have that many fancy tricks. On the surface, the moves looked ordinary, but in reality, every time Song Qingshu used a move, he would always remember to be strong and weak, and swallow and spit out.
After a dozen moves, Zhao Min's delicate voice rang out: "Alright, I'll spare this little thief's life for today."
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