Zhou Zhiruo was furious, and with a flick of her wrist, a long black whip flew out from her sleeve and hit Guo Fu. Huang Rong was shocked, she didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to strike suddenly, and quickly used the dog-beating stick to stop the whip.
However, Zhou Zhiruo had been prepared for a long time, the whip turned a corner halfway and easily avoided the interception of the dog-beating stick, and the whip slightly smashed a bead flower on Guo Fu's bun.
Zhou Zhiruo quickly retracted the long whip into her sleeves, and said proudly: "My Emei sect has so many magical skills, how can I be greedy for other sects of martial arts, little girl, don't deceive the public with gossip."
Guo Fu's pink face turned pale with fright, she was completely dumbfounded at this moment, and didn't know how to respond.
Huang Rong was originally a cub-protecting master. When she saw Zhou Zhiruo attacking her daughter, she was furious. She did not hesitate to turn against the Emei faction and fight Zhou Zhiruo to the death, but it turned out that Zhou Zhiruo's actions were very measured and did not really hurt Guo Fu. A cavity of anger will be dissipated in sevens and eighties.
Guo Fu finally came to her senses at this time, and just when she was about to curse, a voice like a fairy sounded out.
"What happened here, why is it so lively?"
A group of people turned their heads and saw a bright and unparalleled girl looking at her with a smile on her face, and the accompanying subordinates were scattered around, vigilantly on guard.
Huang Rong recognized that one of them was Jinlun Fawang, and she couldn't help but click her tongue secretly. This witch is really well-mannered, even a master like Jinlun Fawang stood obediently behind her.
"It turns out that the Princess of the Princess is here. Could it be that Mongolia has also sent experts to participate in the Golden Snake Conference?" Having fought against Mongolia in Xiangyang for many years, Huang Rong naturally didn't like the Mongolians, and her mouth was full of gunpowder.
The surrounding martial arts people really whispered that the Golden Snake Battalion has always been a rebel army against foreign iron cavalry. If the masters supported by Mongolia win the championship in the end, then the Central Plains martial arts will really lose face.
Zhao Min calmly asked with a smile, "Didn't Mrs. Guo also come to this conference? Could it be that Mrs. Guo supported some of the sixteen candidates?"
"Of course." Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled, then continued, "As long as he can get rid of the Tartars, no matter who wins, I will support him from the bottom of my heart."
As soon as Huang Rong finished speaking, all the martial arts people applauded,
"Tartars get out of the Central Plains."
"Kill all the Tartars."
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Xiao Feng, who was standing next to Huang Rong, was extremely embarrassed. Speaking of his identity as a Khitan, he was also a tartar in the eyes of the Han people.
"Mrs. Guo is really eloquent." Zhao Min was not angry at all, and he was not interested in exchanging words with her. In Zhao Min's view, Huang Rong is indeed smart, but due to her limited vision, her intelligence is nothing more than a cleverness in the world, and she is far from the realm of turning her hands into clouds and rain, otherwise so many years have passed However, Xiangyang City will not only have the strength to support it, but will not have the slightest effort to make progress.
"Yao Nu, give back the life of my Junior Brother Kong Xing!" Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, and a golden monk volleyed towards Zhao Min.
Song Qingshu recognized that the person who shot was Xuancheng, the thirteenth monk of the Shaolin Temple. Remembering that Zhao Min was injured by his Vajra last time, Song Qingshu subconsciously prepared to stand up and block her.
Suddenly Song Qingshu's eyes froze. It turned out that he noticed that Zhao Min's hand behind his back was swaying towards him covertly, signaling him not to act rashly.
Song Qingshu instantly understood that it was better for him not to reveal his relationship with her.
It is not without reason that Zhao Min is so confident. The last time he missed and was captured was because of Song Qingshu's horizontal attack. Now Jinlun Fawang, Baishang Taoist, and King Kong Sect Master are looking around. Shenjian Baxiong and others accompanied, Xuan Cheng dared to ride into the battle alone, if he hadn't worried about other people, Zhao Min was even sure that he would be enraged on the spot.
Xuan Cheng broke through Zhao Min's guard group of carefully selected warriors like a bamboo, and the dense arrows of the god arrows shot at him, except for leaving a few white marks, they did not stop him at all.
"Vajra is not bad?" The master of the Vajra sect was delighted when he saw Lie Xin, and with a bang, his whole body became golden, and he also used the magic of indestructibility to meet him.
Pointing to and fro, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye. Xuancheng changed into Vajra Fist for a while, Wuxiang Jiezhi for a while, and Prajna Palm for a while. Somewhat overwhelmed, when the two figures separated, the figure of the master of the Vajra Sect stayed in place and swayed, obviously suffering a little loss.
But being blocked by him, Xuan Cheng's castration was over, Jinlun Fawang took the opportunity to block in front of him, and in an instant the six giant wheels flew apart, hitting Xuan Cheng's body acupuncture points from all directions.
Xuan Cheng and the master of the Vajra Sect fought hard for more than a dozen moves, their breathing was already difficult, they didn't dare to use their bodies to forcefully connect a few sharp wheels that were spinning rapidly, they quickly pushed left and right to block, and knocked the six wheels away one by one.
All the masters present were dazzled by the sight, Xuan Cheng first flicked the tin wheel that was attacking from the right rear with his fingers, then grabbed the lead wheel that was about to cut into the skin with his fingers, and flicked it back, Hitting and flying towards the iron wheel behind him, he used the kung fu in his sleeves, stepped out with one foot, and firmly stepped on the copper wheel that cut his tendon on the ground, using the shadow-following leg technique of Shaolin Temple.
Then use the big Wei Tuo pestle to blast the silver wheel flying from the upper right, and finally forcefully transport the Vajra Indestructible Body, and use the dragon claw hand to directly grab the golden wheel in the hand of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
There was a grinding sound that made people's teeth sour, and the rapidly rotating golden wheel was unexpectedly grabbed by Xuan Cheng and stopped still, unable to move forward any more.
Looking at Xuan Cheng's bloody hand, the King of the Golden Wheel was secretly startled. If other people hard-wired his golden wheel like this, at least half of his hand would be cut off. Unexpectedly, Xuan Cheng just drew a long, long stroke. It's just a mouth, and the King Kong's body is really domineering.
But Jinlun Fawang seemed to have expected this kind of result long ago, Jinlun walked to the side, drew Xuan Cheng's hand away, and punched him in the chest with his right hand, which had been ready to go.
Before reaching the body, the sound of wind and thunder carried by the fist already made people's eardrums hurt faintly. Xuan Cheng didn't dare to be careless, and quickly used the profound meaning of Prajna Palm Empty, trying to dissipate the force of this punch.
When the fists and palms intersected, Jinlun Fawang felt that the strength of his fist was gradually being scratched away by the opponent, and he couldn't help but let out a grinning laugh: "See how much you can melt away!" His fist rushed to the opponent's palm.
puff!
When the ninth force was dissipated, Xuan Cheng couldn't hold on any longer, spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly backed away.
Daoist Baishang had been waiting by Zhao Min's side all the time, and did not participate in the battle. Seeing that Xuan Cheng was injured, he followed the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and in a blink of an eye, he slapped Xuan Ming's palm on Xuan Cheng's body.
"Master, be careful!" The two envoys of the Wudang faction swung their swords at the same time.
Shaolin and Wudang have always advanced and retreated together in the rivers and lakes, although there was a gap caused by Zhang Cuishan's incident more than ten years ago, they can't just watch Xuan Cheng die at the hands of the Mongols.
Among the Wudang sect, Zhang Sanfeng had long ignored sect affairs, and passed the headship to his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao. As a result, because of Song Qingshu's killing of Mo Shenggu, Song Yuanqiao resigned and devoted himself to cultivating in the back mountain.
The second disciple Yu Lianzhou took over the head of the sect. He usually sits in Zixiao Palace and rarely goes down the mountain. Because Yu Daiyan has been disabled for more than ten years, he has also developed a temperament of Qingxiu and doesn't care much.
The fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan committed suicide, and Mo Shenggu was killed, so only the fourth hero Zhang Songxi and the sixth hero Yin Liting are left to walk around the rivers and lakes. The envoys sent by Wudang to participate in the Golden Snake Conference this time are these two.
Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting have been carefully trained by Zhang Sanfeng, and they have studied Taijiquan and swords for these years, and they have already become the top masters in the world. Although they are not as good as Sijue, it is not impossible to catch up with the gap in time.
It's just that Baishang Taoist is an old devil who fought against Zhang Sanfeng with hundreds of moves back then, only to be defeated. All these years, he has been thinking about revenge and secretly researching the Wudang sect's martial arts cracking method.
Seeing two men in Wudang school costumes attacking with swords, a grim smile flashed across Taoist Baishang's face, and he struck out his palms from an unbelievable angle. , the force intersected, and the body was stunned, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.
This is also bad luck for the two of them. If they meet Daoist Baishang who has been researching and deciphering Wudang Kung Fu for decades, even if they meet Ouyang Feng and others, the two of them will definitely be able to protect themselves by joining forces. Big loss.
"I'll kill Zhang Sanfeng, that old bastard and his two precious apprentices first." Taoist Baishang let out a loud roar, his arms suddenly jumped a foot, and he pressed on the chests of the two.
Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting immediately recognized that this was Zhang Wuji's Xuanming God's Palm. Even Zhang Sanfeng was helpless against his injuries, and this person's Xuanming's God's Palm was more than twice as powerful as the two elders. It's all just screaming secretly, I'm afraid I will die here today.
Suddenly, a huge suction came from the side of the two of them, and they forcibly moved a few feet horizontally. After standing still, they looked at the person behind them, and couldn't help being surprised and delighted: "Qing Shu?"
"I've met the fourth uncle and the sixth uncle." Song Qingshu bowed, and smiled bitterly in his heart. Although he was kicked out of the gate by Wudang, and his meridian was completely severed by Yu Lianzhou in the lion slaughter meeting, but he came from Wudang. You can't just watch these two cheap uncles die before your eyes.
Fortunately, Song Yuanqiao's cheap father didn't come, otherwise he would be called a stranger's father, and his nerves would not be so strong. Song Qingshu was very happy in his heart.
Taoist Baishang looked back at Zhao Min, saw her wink, couldn't help but understand, and continued to attack the second hero of Wudang. Song Qingshu hurriedly protected the two of them behind his back, and moved up and down the eighteen palms of the dragon to meet them.
Daoist Baishang had seen Song Qingshu's martial arts in the last martial arts competition in the inn, so he naturally didn't dare to be careless.
Song Qingshu's Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon did not have so many tricks. On the surface, the moves looked ordinary, but in fact, every time Song Qingshu made a move, he kept in mind that it was strong and weak, swallowing and uttering eight words.
After dozens of tricks, Zhao Min's delicate voice sounded: "Okay, let's spare the life of this little thief today." r10
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