Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu's expression was stunned, holding the table with both hands and sucking it up, turning it over and blocking it in front of him. The wooden table was tumbling in the air at an amazing speed, and the arrows that came up hit it either by knocking or sticking on it. As a result, this terrifying rain of arrows was actually blocked.

Taking advantage of the stunned skills of the Magic Arrow and Baxiong, Song Qingshu ejected the remaining chopsticks in his hand.

Whoosh! The chopsticks flew in the direction of Zhao Min with a terrifying and sharp sound of breaking through the air. The Mongolian guards were shocked, but the chopsticks were so fast that they could not react at all. Only the masters in the field could barely take action.

The two elders Xuanming and King Jinlun were too far apart, and there was no time to rescue them. Zhao Min's Ada and Azasan were shocked, and Ada subconsciously chopped off the flying chopsticks with a sword.

Before he entered the Ruyang Palace as a slave, his real name was Fang Dongbai. He was once the head of the ten elders of the Beggar Gang. Arm Excalibur,

Fang Dongbai just saw that Song Qingshu only relied on a single chopstick to hit Xuancheng's Zen stick weighing tens of kilograms. He knew that the internal force attached to the chopsticks was not small, and he did not dare to hope that he could stop him with a sword, but on the sword. Using Qiao Jin, I hoped to slightly change the flight trajectory of the chopsticks and let Zhao Min escape the disaster.

What made Fang Dongbai's nerves split was that the sword he was bound to win actually smashed the space, and he could only hope that Ah Er and Ah San would stop the chopsticks, otherwise something happened to Zhao Min. I'm afraid none of the brothers will end well.

Almost at the same time as Fang Dongbai swung his sword, Ah Er and Ah San also reached out and grabbed the chopsticks. They came from the Western Shaolin. They were from the Western Regions. They were from the Western Regions. It is easy to open the stone and the stone. Unexpectedly, this grasping only felt a fierce pain in the palm of the hand, and the two of them did not grasp the chopsticks.

The two of them ignored the blood line in their palms, and looked at Zhao Min in fright. Zhao Min’s face was pale, and there was no trauma on her body. The chopsticks were inserted on the pillar behind her, and there was a broken red hairpin hanging on it. As Zhao Min’s confidant guardian, I knew that the red hairpin was. Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji were in love with Zhang Wuji.

"The subordinates are incompetent and startled the princess." Ah Da Ah Er Ah San hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty. The other guards also reacted and drew out weapons to guard Zhao Min and Hua Zheng Tuan Tuan in the middle.

The two elders Xuan Ming yelled angrily, and joined hands to rush towards Song Qingshu. King Jinlun also secretly squeezed a cold sweat, and for a while, he almost let the two nobles die under his nose, but he could see that Song Qingshu's men were merciful, so he hesitated and did not join the battle group. Instead, he was guarding Zhao Minhua. Zheng is next to them.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already fought a number of moves. Song Qingshu used one enemy and two, with simple and subtle handling, but did not lose the slightest.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending?" The second elder Xuan Ming said lightly, a little scrupulous about the prestige of the best palm in the world, and did not want to fight him for a long time, but to bully Song Qingshu at a young age, and wanted to join forces. Rely on the skill of practicing for decades to fight with him internally.

The palm of the **** Xuan Ming is exquisite, not to mention that the two elders Xuan Ming are proficient in the art of combined strikes. Song Qingshu hastily didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and was forced to resist.

The three of them stood quietly in the field, and the old man Xuan Ming's face became more and more blue, and everyone around could see a cyan air mass passing from the arms of the two to Song Qingshu.

"Big Brother Song!" Seeing Song Qingshu was one enemy and two, Xia Qingqing quickly drew out the Golden Snake Sword and stepped forward to help him, but was worried that the other masters of the Mongolian side would join the battle group, and couldn't help but hesitate on the spot.

Li Mochou secretly drew three Ice Soul Silver Needles in his sleeves, and also planned to look for opportunities to help.

Keeping an eye on the situation in the field, Song Qingshu couldn't help but frown, and said to the two women: "Youyou, you and Daochang Li will go first. We will meet at the place we agreed before."

Seeing Song Qingshu's internal strength, he was able to speak calmly, not only the two elders Xuanming, but everyone else in the inn was also shocked.

"Big Brother Song, I won't leave. If we die, we will die together." Xia Qingqing pursed her lips, but her tone was extremely firm.

"Stupid girl, you don't know my martial arts, I want to go, who can stop me in the world? If you stay here, they have many masters, I want to protect you, maybe we two really want to be the same The mandarin duck is dead." Song Qingshu said with a wry smile, and said in a secret voice.

Hearing what he said about the same fate, Xia Qingqing's ears became red. She is no longer the stubborn and willful Miss Wen Jiabao in the past. Of course, she is prioritized. Knowing what Song Qingshu said is true, she nodded and said with red eyes. : "Well, I will always wait for you in that place." After speaking, he ran out of the window.

Li Mochou has more experience in the rivers and lakes. Knowing that his stay will not be of any use to the competition of this level of masters, he hesitated, and he also handed over to Song Qingshu to thank: "Thank you for your salvation today. Illustrated." After speaking, he ran out of the window.

"Where is the demon girl!" Seeing that Li Mochou was about to run away, Xuan Cheng roared, a big Peng spread his wings, volleyed and shot Li Mochou behind him.

Song Qingshu's eyes condensed, a palm shook the two elders Xuan Ming, and with the help of the counter-shock, he came between Xuan Cheng and Li Mochou, and blasted Xuan Cheng's impossibly keen fingers with a punch.

"I've always been kind to me. Of course, if the Taoist leader agreed with his body, Song would be very happy." Hearing Song Qingshu's jokes coming from behind him, Li Mochou almost came out of the window sill. Stumbled down.

"Da Fu Moquan, Jiuyin Scripture?" Xuan Cheng yelled, stopped chasing, and looked at Song Qingshu with solemn expression.

"The master really deserves to be a martial arts genius in Shaolin Temple. He actually recognized that this is the martial arts in the Jiuyin Scripture." Song Qingshu glanced at him in surprise, and his tone became friendly.

"Your Excellency, as a Wudang disciple, doesn't need the Kungfu of the original school, but the eighteen palms of the beggar gang's Jianglong Eighteen Palms and the long-lost Jiuyin scriptures on the rivers and lakes are used. It can be seen that the Wudang School of martial arts is really not elegant." Xuan Cheng Sneered.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a while, and the little favor he had just raised disappeared without a trace. Was this stinky monk been given green by the Wudang sect before he became a monk? Otherwise, why did he resent the Wudang sect so much? He is no longer a Wudang disciple, and has to maintain the reputation of Wudang Sect.

"The great monk does not know that Song Mou made a big mistake in the past and was expelled from the Wudang Sect by the Taishifu. He would not be able to use Wudang magical power again without being reclaimed by his old man. Otherwise, Wudang's pure Yang Wuji Gong, or Taijiquan, Taiji sword, etc., just like the stunts of the Shaolin monks, there is still no problem."

According to the rules of the arena, what Song Qingshu said was reasonable and reasonable. Others couldn't force him to use Wudang school martial arts to fight the enemy. Xuan Cheng felt regretful in his heart, and suddenly felt that fighting Song Qingshu was boring. If he won, he couldn't defeat the Wudang school's reputation. What's more, the martial arts displayed by the opponent is really unfathomable. In case of misfortune to draw a tie or even lose, where will one's face be put?

Xuan Chengli remained silent, his expression constantly changing.

Let’s say that the two elders, Xuan Ming, were shaken by Song Qingshu’s palm. They only felt that their blood was boiling, and they had suffered a lot of internal injuries. In fact, this is also considered to be their own responsibility. If they fight each other, relying on two people’s ten-year combined attack experience, Even if they were lost, they wouldn't be injured so quickly. The two of them had suffered the same loss under Zhang Wuji in order to take advantage. They thought that there would be no other young man in the world who could develop Zhang Wuji's vast internal strength. They didn't know that reality slapped them hard.

Lu Zhangke and Crane Biweng each drew their weapons from their arms. You must know that they are famous for their Xuanming Divine Palm. Except for having dealt with Zhang Wuji, the people in Ruyang Palace have never seen them use weapons. A short stick with a deer head and a double pen with a crane beak are all strange weapons. They have very strange tricks. Together with the secret cold arrows from the Xuanming God's palm from time to time, Zhang Wuji, who was Dacheng, almost folded in the hands of the two.

The two elders Xuan Ming fell into the eyes of the two nobles because of the scene of suffering, their faces were a little bit uncontrollable, and they were about to fight with Song Qingshu in the dark, but Zhao Min's faint voice came: " Mr. Deer, Mr. Crane, you will come back temporarily. It is said that Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou in the righteous martial arts, the incarnation of justice, Master Xuancheng is about to kill the female devil Li Mochou’s comrades, two gentlemen and his It’s not too late to wait for the holidays."

As soon as Zhao Min recovered from the shock, seeing Xuan Cheng's expression, he knew that it was impossible to use the contradiction between Shaolin Wudang to provoke him to fight with Song Qingshu, so he shifted the topic to Li Mochou.

If Xuancheng and Song Qingshu were the only two in the inn, even if Song Qingshu rescued Li Mochou, the two would be scrupulous about each other's martial arts.

But now that Zhao Min has been enlisted in the army, if Xuan Cheng allows Song Qingshu to save Li Mochou and ignores him, and Zhao Min's men have added oil and vinegar to spread it, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will be ruined.

Xuan Cheng was a martial idiot, not an idiot. Knowing that Zhao Min was killing someone with the help of a knife, he had to jump in. What's more, he thought that martial arts was the best in the world. He felt that it was not difficult to solve Song Qingshu and then find Zhao Min to settle the accounts. The monk came to the meeting for a while with the first Prajna palm of Shaolin Temple."

Without waiting for Song Qingshu's answer, Xuan Cheng stamped a palm on his body.

"Minmin, I see that Master Xuancheng's palms are slow and light, and seem to have little strength. Why is that Young Master Song, like a big enemy, keep dodge?"

After watching for a while, Princess Huazheng couldn't help turning her head to ask Zhao Min.

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