Ouyang Feng had a deep impression of his opponent's Kung Fu because he had personally experienced it more than once.
"But that person is clearly dead!" Ouyang Feng looked at the other party in bewilderment, feeling a little puzzled.
Song Qingshu's expression finally became serious. He could not help but ask, "Brother Feng, how are you doing now?"
Ouyang Feng shook his head slightly. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "Not so good."
Not only was it not good, he could even feel the Genuine Qi in his body leaking out. If he had not practiced the Nine Yin Manual in reverse and changed his acupoints in a hurry, he was afraid that his opponent's finger would have broken his decades of hard work.
"Solar Finger."
Ouyang Feng's Toad Method had been broken by Wang Chongyang's Yang Finger and he had practiced hard for many years before he could master it again. How could he not recognize this kung fu? The person in front of him was obviously not Reverend Yideng, nor was he one of the monks from the Sky Dragon Temple in Dali. Moreover, neither Reverend Yideng nor Zen Master Kurong, who had the highest level of the Yang Finger in the Sky Dragon Temple, could injure him with just one move. So who was this person?
The answer was obvious. "Although Mr. Ouyang is known as the Western Poison in Jianghu, his behavior is worthy of being a grandmaster. He used to be an excellent person. Why did he degrade himself and become the dog of the Jin Kingdom?" The white-robed old man said in a low voice.
Ouyang Feng's face heated up, and the zhenqi in his body was in a mess. For a moment, he was unable to open his mouth. Song QingShu then asked, "Who are you? Why do you want to be our enemy?" Because the other side was acting righteously, it was useless to speak up for Ouyang Feng, so it was better to change the topic.
The white-robed old man snorted, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I hate the Jin Kingdom the most in my life."
Song Qingshu held his breath and immediately cursed. The old man's heart was in the Cao camp, but his body was in the Han camp. Oh, no, his heart was in the Han camp.
Of course, the reason could not be explained to others, and Song Qingshu did not want to.
The white-robed elder sized him up and said, "From your appearance, you should be a high-ranking official of the Jin Kingdom."
"You flatter me. I am now the Minister of the Jin Kingdom and the Commander-In-Chief." Song Qingshu thought to himself.
However, they had to put on a good show. They couldn't let down their spirits. t
The white-robed old man couldn't help being startled and said angrily, "Brat, you really are boasting shamelessly. Do you think this old man is a mountain villager that can be so easily deceived?"
He had always regarded the Jin Kingdom as an enemy, so he naturally knew the bureaucratic system of the Jin Kingdom. The Minister was the head of the political bureau of the Jin Kingdom, while the Marshal was the head of the military. No matter which one it was, it was the most honorable and respected person in the Jin Kingdom. Although the man in front of him had a long beard, he was not very old. How could he hold such an important position, let alone the head of the military and the political bureau at the same time? Wouldn't that make the Emperor a mere figurehead?
Song Qingshu said indifferently, "Although you aren't a mountain villager, you don't seem to be very well-informed."
The white-robed old man was startled. Seeing that none of the Jin people accompanying him revealed any strange expressions, he couldn't help but be surprised and delighted. He then laughed out loud, "I can wear out iron shoes in fruitless search, only to find it by chance. This old man has been fighting against the Jin Kingdom my entire life. Although I have occasionally had some results, they are generally of no help to the overall situation. I didn't expect to catch such a big fish while half my body is buried in the ground."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly, "I'm just afraid that you might have caught a shark and trapped yourself in it."
The white-robed old man snorted, "This old man wants to see if your hands are as good as your mouth."
With an embarrassed expression, Song Qingshu hugged Taj-tish and said, "My mouth is only good against women. When it comes to men, her mouth is still better."
Most of the people in the hall were cultivators. For a moment, no one understood the hidden meaning in his words. But even so, Taj-tish was about to die from embarrassment and could not help but glare fiercely at him.
The white-robed old man did not understand either. Just as he was getting impatient, his gaze fell on Xiao Long Nu who was in Song Qingshu's embrace. He couldn't help but reveal a puzzled expression, "How did the successor of the Ancient Tomb sect get mixed up with the Jin Tartars?"
Although he did not know Xiao Long Nu, he could recognize her breathing technique at a glance. It was undoubtedly the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. For a moment, his expression turned ugly.
Lin Chaoying was a peerless beauty in the past. Why would her successor associate with the Jin people?
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, "Miss Long and I met by chance. Just now, when I saw the Quanzhen sect's stinky Taoist disciples swarming forward, they bullied a weak woman.
Only then did I save her. "The white-robed old man carefully sized up Xiao Long Nu and nodded," That's right. She was indeed injured by the Quanzhen martial arts. "
The white-robed old man carefully sized up Xiao Long Nu and nodded, "That's right. She was indeed injured by the Quanzhen sect's martial arts." Immediately, he turned his head to look at the Quanzhen Five Masters, "Is what he said true? You all ganged up on her and injured her?"
The Quanzhen Five Masters looked at each other, embarrassed. Liu Chuxuan replied, "Senior, because of a momentary misunderstanding, we attacked Miss Long heavily. We are indeed very sorry."
The white-robed old man said curiously, "Speaking of which, you are also her elders. To deal with a little girl, you need the five of you and the help of the other disciples?"
Hearing the strange tone in his voice, Liu Chuxuan did not think too much about it. He subconsciously replied, "Miss Long's swordsmanship is superb. In a one-on-one fight, we are far from being her match." At the same time, he revealed a look of shame.
The white-robed old man muttered to himself, "Lin Chaoying's successor is unexpectedly so powerful." His tone seemed to be full of annoyance and unwillingness.
When these words fell into the Quanzhen Five Masters' ears, they immediately felt that they had lost their master's face. For a moment, they were ashamed.
"Do you know Ancestor Grandma?" Xiao Long Nu opened her eyes wide and asked weakly.
"More than just knowing her." The white-robed old man sighed and quickly regained his composure. After all, this was an important matter. He turned his head to look at Song Qingshu, frowned and said, "Don't tell me you intend to hold this little girl and fight me?"
Song Qingshu knew that his martial arts were powerful and did not dare to be careless. He hurriedly handed Xiao Long Nu to Taj-kis and said to her and Pu Cha Qiucao, "Help me take good care of her."
When the two women brought Xiao Longnu to the side, Song QingShu began to focus his attention on the white-robed old man. The old man stood there casually, as if he was one with heaven and earth. Song QingShu was secretly startled by this sight.
By this time, Ouyang Feng had finally sorted out the chaotic internal Qi in his body and was able to open his mouth to warn, "Brother, be careful, he is …"
Ouyang Feng immediately stopped talking. He suddenly realized that if he mentioned the name of that person, it would very likely affect Song Qingshu's mentality. After all, that person's name was too resounding and had become a legend in Jianghu. Anyone who met him would first have to lower their imposing manner.
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