Flower Stealing Master Chapter 310: The devil’s Zhu Chai

Song Qingshu's expression was stunned, and he held the table with both hands and sucked it up, turning it over and blocking him in front of him. The wooden table tumbling in the air was extremely shocking, and the arrows that had been shot were either knocked off or stuck on it. As a result, this terrifying rain of arrows was actually blocked.

Song Qingshu ejected a chopstick that was left in his hand, taking advantage of the stunned skills of the sacred arrows and eight heroes.

Wow! The chopsticks flew in the direction of Zhao Min with a terrifying and piercing sound. The Mongolian guards were shocked. However, the chopsticks were as fast as lightning, and most people couldn't react at all. Only the masters in the field could barely take action.

The two elders Xuanming and the King Jinlun are too far apart, and there is no time to rescue them. Zhao Min's Ada, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, and A, are frightened, and A Da, subconsciously cut off the flying chopsticks with a sword.

Before he entered Ruyang Palace as a slave, his real name was Fang Dongbai. He was once one of the top ten elders of the Beggar Gang. He was exquisite in swordsmanship and famous for his fame. Because his sword was so fast, it was like having seven or eight arms, so It’s called the Eight-Armed Excalibur,

Fang Dongbai just saw that Song Qingshu only relied on a chopstick to knock 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. He tried his best on the sword, hoping to slightly change the flying trajectory of the chopsticks so that Zhao Min could escape the disaster.

What made Fang Dongbai's heart and nerves split is that the sword that he was bound to win actually smashed the space, so I can only hope that Ah Er A San will stop the chopsticks, otherwise something will happen to Zhao Min , I am afraid that none of their brothers will end well.

Almost at the same time that Fang Dongbai swung his sword, Ah Er and Ah San also reached out and grabbed the chopsticks. They came from the Shaolin of the Western Regions. They were from the Western Regions. His hands were stronger than gold and iron, and it was easy to open the tablet and crack 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 when they worked together.

The two did not care about the blood line in the palm, 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 in the past.

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

The two elders Xuan Ming scolded 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 exquisite handling, but he didn't lose the slightest.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending?" The two elders Xuan Ming said softly, a little scrupulous about the prestige of palms from the first to the first in the world, and did not want to fight him for a long time, but instead bullied Song Qingshu at his young age, so he thought about two People work together, relying on decades of practice to fight with him internally.

The palm of the **** Xuanming is exquisite, not to mention that the two elders of Xuanming are proficient in the art of combined attack. Song Qingshu 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 that 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, so he 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.

Always paying attention to 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 It's about to be a mandarin duck with the same fate." Song Qingshu said with a wry smile, and said through a voice transmission.

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 knows what Song Qingshu said is true, so she nodded, red With eyes closed, he said, "Okay, 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, Li It will be a pictorial one day later." After speaking, he ran out of the window.

"Where are the demon girls going!" Seeing 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 force of the counter shock, he came between Xuan Cheng and Li Mochou, and blasted Xuan Cheng's imperceptible karma with a punch.

"I am a person who never hopes for retribution. Of course, if the Taoist leader agrees with his body, Song would be very happy." Hearing Song Qingshu's jokes coming from behind, Li Mochou turned out the window sill. Almost staggered down.

"Da Fu Demon Fist, Jiu Yin Zhenjing?" Xuan Cheng said, stopped the pursuit, and looked at Song Qingshu with a solemn expression.

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

"Your Excellency, as a Wudang disciple, doesn't need to use Kungfu in this school. What you use is the Jianglong Eighteen Palms of the Beggar Gang and the long-lost Jiuyin scripture on the rivers and lakes. It can be seen that the Wudang School of martial arts is really unrefined. "Xuan Cheng sneered.

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

"The great monk did not know that Song Mou made a big mistake in the past and was expelled from the Wudang Sect by Master Tai. He did not reclaim the door wall by his old man for a day, and he really did not dare to use Wudang magic again. Otherwise, he would use Wudang. Pure Yang Wuji Gong, or Tai Chi Tai Chi Sword, etc., just like the stunts of the Shaolin monks, there is no problem."

According to the rules of the world, 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, and he couldn't defeat Wudang if he won. Pai’s reputation, not to mention the martial arts the other party showed is really unfathomable. In case of misfortune, a tie or even a loss, where do you put your face?

Xuan Chengli remained silent, his face constantly changing.

Let’s say that the two elders Xuanming on the other side 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, they can rely on two people for ten years. Skill experience, even if it is invincible, it won't hurt 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 mysterious palms. Apart from 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 the loss~ IndoMTL.com~ The face was a little bit uncontrollable, and he was about to fight with Song Qingshu in the dark, but Zhao Min A faint voice came: "Mr. Deer, Mr. Crane, you come back for the time being. It is said that Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou in the right way of martial arts, the incarnation of justice, and Master Xuancheng is about to kill the female devil Li Mochou's comrades. , The two gentlemen have a feast with him, it’s never too late to wait a while."

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 turned the topic to Li Mochou.

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

However, now that Zhao Min has been commanded by the army, if Xuan Cheng allows Song Qingshu to save Li Mochou and ignores him, Zhao Min’s subordinates add oil and vinegar to spread the word, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will be ruined. .

Xuan Cheng is a martial idiot, not an idiot. Knowing that Zhao Min was using a knife to kill someone, he had to jump in. What's more, he thought that martial arts was the best in the world. He felt that it would not be difficult to solve Song Qingshu and then find Zhao Min to settle the accounts. He laughed for a long time: "Well, I have long heard that the Beggar Gang Jianglong Eighteen Palms is the world's number one palm. The monk came to the meeting for a while with the Prajna palm, the number one palm of Shaolin Temple."

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

"Minmin, I see that Master Xuancheng's palms are slow and light, and seem to have little strength. Why is that 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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