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At this time, in the Wudang branch, five Wudang disciples were in a hurry.

"Damn the Mongols, they came to harm the people again."

"I can't stand these bastards, I'm going out and fighting them!"

"Junior brother, calm down, there are hundreds of elite cavalry there, and it won't help if we go out."

"Is it just watching the Mongols harm our compatriots like this, then what is the purpose of me waiting to practice martial arts?"

"Although the Mongols are ferocious, they will not kill all the people in the town. If we rashly kill the Mongols, it will not be worth the loss if we make them angry with the townspeople."

"Also, don't forget that the young master is in retreat. We go out rashly, it doesn't matter if we die, what if we offend the Mongols, what should we do with the young master?"

……

The words of the last disciple silenced everyone.

That's right, Young Master Song Qingshu is still practicing in closed doors, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.

If because of their actions, the Mongols were enraged and rushed in, causing the young master to die, then they would be Wudang's sinners through the ages.

Angry, unwilling, aggrieved!

The endless negative emotions almost overwhelmed the five Wudang disciples. At this moment, a voice sounded outside the courtyard, making them feel cold all over.

"Young master? Haha, I thought it was just a small shrimp, but I didn't expect to catch a big fish."

boom!

With a loud bang, the gate of the Wudang sub-helm was smashed into pieces and scattered in all directions, and Crane Biweng appeared in front of everyone.

"Is the young master you are talking about Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao's son?"

"I heard that this kid is a genius never born in Wudang. That old ghost Zhang Sanfeng even taught him the real martial arts sword."

"I think if we get rid of this kid, it should make old ghost Zhang feel bad!"

Crane Biweng's dark eyes fell on the five Wudang disciples, and he sneered.

"Tell me where Song Qingshu is, and I will spare you!"

Chapter 13

Crane Biweng is the existence of the sixth heaven of Houtian Realm, even in the entire martial arts world, he is definitely a top master.

From the moment when he shattered the palm of the main gate with his move, the disciples of the sub-duo already understood that the comer was not good.

"This is the Wudang sub-helm, who are you, why did you trespass?"

Crane Biweng sneered: "Answering the wrong question is not the choice of a smart person."

With just one word, Crane Biweng disappeared in place, and when he reappeared the next second, he was already behind the disciple.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the rudder disciple flew backwards, and a black palm print appeared on his back.

And his body gradually turned black and cold behind the palm, and finally his whole body was covered in frost, he convulsed a few times and died.

"Xuanming Divine Palm, you are the second elder of Xuanming!"

Xuanming God's Palm has a fierce reputation in the Jianghu, and the remaining four Wudang disciples don't know that they have met a ruthless character.

"Third Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, you go and tell the young master to evacuate, Second Senior Brother and I will block this old thief."

He Biweng sneered: "In front of me, you'd better be honest, resistance is pointless."

After finishing speaking, He Biweng struck out four palms in a row, knocking all four disciples to the ground.

The cold air from Xuanming God's Palm poured into the meridians of the four people in an instant, making them feel cold all over their bodies and excruciating pain all over their bodies, as if they were being eaten by thousands of ants.

"Just one palm, the old man only used three successes." Seeing the four disciples struggling on the ground, He Biweng said with a smile, "Take me to find Song Qingshu, and I will relieve the cold poison for you."

"Hey, Wudang has a strong character, you would rather die than submit, the old thief will not want us to submit!"

Crane Biweng sneered, and slowly approached the disciple who spoke, and put his hands on top of his head: "I don't like people who talk hard."

Terrible cold air poured out from He Biweng's palm, instantly turning that Wudang disciple into an ice sculpture.

"The old man doesn't like killing people, really."

The smile on He Biweng's face was bright: "Even if you don't lead the way, the old man can still find Song Qingshu, so why do you bother to resist!"

For the remaining three disciples, the cold poison in their bodies became more and more intense, and their pain gradually deepened.

Under He Biweng's cat-playing-mouse-like smile, finally one disciple couldn't help it: "I, I'll take you to find Song Qingshu!"

The faces of the other two disciples changed suddenly: "Fourth Junior Brother, how could you do this!"

"Fourth, you have disappointed me so much!"

Seeing the Wudang disciples fighting among themselves, He Biweng was obviously very happy: "Haha, boy, you are very smart, not bad, not bad, I like this old man."

"When I kill that kid Song Qingshu, I can consider taking you under Xuanming's lineage. You are much more powerful than this laoshizi Wudang martial arts."

After finishing speaking, Crane Biweng temporarily suppressed the cold poison in the fourth junior brother's body, and followed him towards the depths of the house.

The second after the two left, the two Wudang disciples who had fallen to the ground and moaned struggled to stand up.

"We don't have much time," one of the disciples showed a hint of determination in his eyes, "Even if it is death, the young master must leave first!"

……

In the closed room, Song Qingshu slowly received his skills.

At this time, he has completely transformed his pure Yang Wuji Kungfu into the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Kungfu", exuding a domineering aura all over his body.

In the pupils, there is a round of black sun shining faintly, with a sharp edge that makes people dare not look at each other.

"Who?"

The real martial arts sword clanged, and Song Qingshu looked at the stone gate of the retreat room.

The stone gate opened slowly, and two young men in Wudang Taoist robes appeared in front of Song Qingshu with panic on their faces.

"Young sect master, the second elder Xuanming attacked, and the fourth junior brother led him into the tunnel, but he couldn't be trapped for long."

"We will block it for you, you leave here quickly, report to Master, Master, and the others, and avenge the brothers and sisters!"

After saying these words, the faces of the two Wudang disciples turned paler.

Song Qingshu's face darkened, and the closed room was almost completely isolated from the outside world, so he couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world before.

"Second Elder Xuanming?"

Song Qingshu supported the two Wudang disciples: "Have you been hit by Xuanming God's palm?"

The two disciples were so anxious that they were about to cry. When was it, they kept asking questions.

You can't grow snacks if you are less in charge, run away quickly?It's too late!

"Come on, come on, sit down first, I'll cure you of the cold poison."

Listening to Song Qingshu's calm words, the corners of the mouths of the two disciples twitched, and they couldn't complain.

Also relieve cold poison?

The cold poison of Xuanming God's Palm is difficult to cure, and it is known all over the world.

Even Zhang Zhenren, who is known as the "No. [-] martial arts master", can't do anything.

Otherwise, Zhang Wuji would not have needed to go to the Butterfly Valley medical immortal Hu Qingniu for treatment.

You come to solve?

Pick a safe time to brag, okay?

"Young Master, don't be joking, it's really urgent, you run away!"

boom!

Song Qingshu didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly stretched out his palms, covering the black palm shadows behind the two disciples.

Behind him, a huge black magic sun was looming, and Song Qingshu exuded a terrifying attraction.

The Heaven Swallowing Devil Kung Fu, which can contain all kinds of scriptures and smelt myriad Taos, can almost swallow all the energy in the world.

Although the cold poison of Xuanming Divine Palm is difficult to deal with, it is not a threat at all in front of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art.

With the urging of Song Qingshu's skill, the cold poison in the bodies of the two disciples was quickly swallowed up, poured into Song Qingshu's body, and turned into pure nutrients.

Even the composition, components, and even the exercise route of this palm force appeared in Song Qingshu's mind and were thoroughly analyzed.

It can be said that as long as Song Qingshu is willing, he can now use the Xuanming God's Palm like a gourd.

And under the urging of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art, the power will be stronger than the original version.

"It's still... really solved."

Feeling the relief of the pain, or even disappearing completely, the expressions on the faces of the two disciples were quite wonderful.

Shocked, shocked, pleasantly surprised, and a little bit confused.

The Xuanming God's Palm, which was feared like a snake and a scorpion by the people in the world, was just solved like this?

Originally, they were all prepared to die bravely, but now...

Looking at Song Qingshu with an understatement, they felt a little dreamy, and their three views were subverted.

"Young master, this..."

Song Qingshu waved his hand and interrupted the two of them: "Isn't there still a senior brother who was not rescued?"

Bringing up the Zhenwu sword, Song Qingshu walked out of the closed room indifferently: "What's the matter, let's talk about it after beheading the two elders, Xuanming and Ming!"

The moment Song Qingshu stepped out of the closed room, a cold and tyrannical aura came from the backyard.

"Hey, what a brat, he dared to deceive the old man."

"But do you think this kind of pediatric hidden weapon mechanism can hurt the old man?"

"Is it right to play loyalty and protect the lord in front of this old man? Today, this old man told you not to live but not to die!"