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A powerful punch flew from the air and hit Master Miejie's Heavenly Sword directly.

Although it is just one punch, there are seven different forces in one punch, which may be fierce, feminine, hard with softness, soft with hardness, some may go out horizontally, some may be sent straight, or some may be retracted.

Some people from the Kongtong sect have already recognized this punch and exclaimed, "Seven Injury Fist!"

The power of the Seven Injury Fist was transmitted to Master Miejie's body, causing her blood to surge and causing her to retreat continuously.

Disciples Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo both supported Master Miejie's back and made her stop. However, her face was also turning blue and white, and she obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

At this time, a figure appeared from behind the main altar like a gust of wind and lightning, falling between the two warring parties, punching or palming in all directions.

Whether they were members of the Ming Cult or the masters of the six major sects, they were all repelled and separated.

At this time, the figure stood still in front of Zhang Wuji and revealed his true form.

"Senior Brother Qingshu!"

"Qingshu!"

"Song Qingshu!"

"Death-seeking Yama!"

Voices came out from the mouths of the martial arts people present.

Who else could this person be, if not Wu Siyuan, who had learned "The Great Shift of the Universe"?

Wu Siyuan threw Cheng Kun's body on the ground and stood with his hands behind his back. With his charming appearance and handsome appearance, he really looked like a fairy.

"Who am I? It turns out that I am a master disciple of the Wudang Sect! Is this move of the Wudang Sect colluding with the Mingjiao? I thought Master Sanfeng lived an upright life..." Master Miejie calmed down his injuries and recognized Wu Siyuan's identity. He was the first to stand up and accuse on the spot.

Wu Siyuan glanced at her lightly, and then punched her with seven wounds.

With one punch, seven fist shadows appeared.

Master Miejie used the Yitian Sword to resist, but he was unable to control the left and right sides. He was hit on the shoulder by the fist. The seven kinds of power invaded his internal organs. A mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot. His body was even knocked backwards by the force of the Seven Injury Fist. Yu fell to the ground.

"master."

"master."

A group of female disciples from the Emei Sect immediately surrounded him.

"Did I let you speak?" Wu Siyuan said calmly, his words were full of domineering and disdain, and he was so angry that Master Jue vomited another mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked!

"Qingshu, what's going on with you?" At this time, the only one who dared to speak was Wu Siyuan's father, Song Yuanqiao.

He stood up and questioned Wu Siyuan with a gloomy face.

Wu Siyuan smiled slightly and said, "Father, Junior Brother Wuji asked me to keep a member of the Mingjiao, and I also feel that the existence of the Mingjiao is very useful, more effective than some so-called famous sects, so after thinking about it for a while, I agreed!"

When Wu Siyuan talked about the so-called famous and upright sect, his eyes glanced at the Emei sect where Master Jue belonged.

"Okay..." Master Jue, who was helped up by a group of disciples, was about to have a seizure when he suddenly saw Wu Siyuan's indifferent eyes sweeping over him, and his heart trembled, remembering that this boy's reputation was first spread as "throwing his life." "Yam Luo", knowing that this guy kills without blinking an eye, he will really kill her if he says he will kill her!

She is not afraid of death, but the secret of the Emei Sect in her body has not yet been passed on, so she cannot die easily.

When he thought of this, Master Miejie's voice suddenly stopped and he stopped making any sound.

In the eyes of others, Master Miejie was too afraid of Wu Siyuan!

"Qingshu, you did such a stupid thing... Why don't you come back soon?" Song Yuanqiao said anxiously. Although Wu Siyuan was domineering now, he was far from being an upright martial artist.

If today's matter is not handled well, Song Qingshu will become a demon that everyone in the martial arts community calls for beating. Moreover, the Wudang Sect will also be stigmatized for this. How will he face his master Zhang Sanfeng!

Wu Siyuan shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, father, Mingjiao is still of great use to me. I can't let the six major sects destroy him!"

"Asshole, Qingshu, do you know what you are talking about? The evil and crooked religions like the Mingjiao are punished by everyone in the martial arts world. How dare you say that you are of great use? How can the Mingjiao be of great use to you!" Song Yuanqiao was heartbroken. , the energy he had cultivated for most of his life was gone at this moment.

The eyes of the other five major sects have turned unkind to the Wudang Sect. Even the disciples of the Wudang Sect are deep in self-doubt at this time!

The people in the Mingjiao looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what value they had in using Song Qingshu!

"I know very well! Of course the Mingjiao is of great use! I dare to ask any of the sects present. Apart from me, the Wudang Sect, which sect dares to say that it has contributed one-tenth of the Mingjiao's contribution to the fight against Yuan Ting and the expulsion of the Tartars?" Wu Siyuan's eyes swept across the scene, and the six major sects present were silent.

The six major sects are naturally anti-Yuan, but in this aspect, no sect dares to claim to be better than the Mingjiao.

Not even the Wu-Dang Clan with Wu Siyuan can do it!

Although these various sects don't talk about it on weekdays, they know it clearly in their hearts.

The people in the Ming Cult, including the high-level officials headed by Guangming Zuo Envoy Yang Xiao, were all surprised. They were surprised at Wu Siyuan's understanding of their Ming Cult, and they were surprised at Wu Siyuan's recognition of their contribution to the Ming Cult!

"Master Song..." Yang Xiao opened his mouth to speak, but Wu Siyuan waved his hand to stop him.

At this time, among the six major sects, a middle-aged scholar dressed as a scribe, with handsome features, handsome and unrestrained, holding a folding fan, said, "Song Shaoxia! It is true that the Mingjiao rebelled against the Yuan Dynasty and restored China, but merit is merit and fault is fault. However, the Mingjiao has done all kinds of bad things over the years, killing me, Bai Yuan of the Huashan sect, and other comrades, which can be said to be a loss of conscience, so what should I do?"

Wu Siyuan met the middle-aged scribe's confident eyes and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked embarrassed. The tall old man behind him stood up immediately and said in a stiff tone, "This is the leader of my Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong! Haha, the Wudang Sect's arrogance is getting bigger and bigger. Dare to love Song Qingshu, Song Shaoxia except those from the Wudang sect, no one from other sects will take him seriously!"

"Yes!" Wu Siyuan admitted directly.

At this moment, the faces of the martial arts people from the five major sects present became very ugly.

Those who come out to hang out just have a good face.

Now I'm getting slapped in the face...

The tall old man had a fiery expression and was about to rush over to fight Wu Siyuan to defend his honor, but was stopped by another short old man.

As the head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong felt uncomfortable. He put down his harsh words and said, "Okay, I, the Huashan Sect, have recorded today's shame. I will definitely go to Wudang to ask for advice in the future!"

"Are you worthy?" Wu Siyuan didn't recognize Xian Yutong, but he remembered his deeds.

When Wu Siyuan said this, Xian Yutong's face turned green and red.

Song Yuanqiao couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Qingshu, you've gone too far!"

Among those present, Song Yuanqiao and the Wudang Clan were the most embarrassed.