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But the most important thing now is to intercept and kill the remnants of the demon sect to ensure that the identity of the master will not be leaked, affecting the relationship between the six major factions and the Ming sect.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng is a veteran master in the world, and no one knows how strong he is.

The veteran Taoist priests have been very clever over the years, knowing that he took care of his disciples and did not directly conflict with the court, and we did not need to take the initiative to fight.

After the six major factions and the Demon Sect are both defeated and injured, the princess will give you two brothers the opportunity to avenge the master."

The deer stick guest on the side quickly said: "Don't get me wrong, my junior is also to share worries on behalf of the princess, and there is no intention to test the princess."

Zhao Min said indifferently: "If you don't have it, you two will lead your troops into the city!"

"Assemble all the people, this princess has something to ask.

Remember, if it is not necessary, it is not allowed to harass women, children, the old or the child, let alone kill anyone."

"These people are now citizens of Dayuan. If the court wants to rule the Central Plains for a long time, it can't arouse too many people's anger, otherwise the number of demons against thieves will only kill more and more."

Lu Zhangke and Crane Biweng looked at each other and said quickly: "Yes!"

Under the leadership of the two, a hundred elite cavalry immediately turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards the town.

When the Mongols entered the town, it was like a hungry wolf entering a sheep pen, causing chaos.

"People come out for me and squat down at the entrance of the town!"

"If you don't want to die, give Lao Tzu a little bit, or you will be killed!"

"Grandma's, the princess is still too soft-hearted. These two-legged sheep will be killed if they are killed. What matters."

"Oh, there is a little lady here! Hehehehe, brother, look at these untouchables first, I will take this little lady to have fun, how about changing you later?"

"What if the county lord blames it?"

"Come on! The town is so chaotic, how can the princess have the time to pay attention to us!"

"Yes, even if the princess knows it? Can she kill us because of these Han people?"

"Hurry up, finish things quickly and replace me."

...

Although Zhao Min knows that'public opinion is like water, water can carry boats and can overturn the boat', he has always been cruel and cruel to the people in the rivers and lakes and the Mingjiao army.

However, in the past few decades, the Mongols have been committing acts of adultery and looting, and have long formed the habit of soldiers.

In the chaos everywhere, although blatant hacking did not occur, it is not uncommon to rape women and beat horses.

Even some hapless old men and children were directly knocked down by the Mongolian soldiers'inadvertently', trampled to death, causing a burst of laughter.

"You Mongolian dog thieves, rob my mother-in-law, kill my son, I'm fighting with you!"

There was a strong man who rose up to resist and raised his hoe to attack. How could this group of Mongolian soldiers be their opponents?

With just one knife, the hoe was broken into two pieces, and the brawny man fell to the ground and the blood flowed.

"I said it is not allowed to kill civilians and inflame the people's anger," Zhao Min just happened to witness this scene with a cold face, "Don't you understand?"

The deer stick guest on the side laughed and said, "The princess don't be angry, the guy just had to resist, kill it!"

Hebi Weng also smiled and said: "Yes, the princess must not be a Han Chinese citizen to chill the hearts of the soldiers."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhao Min's eyes: "Master Lu and Master He should also be Han people!"

Lu Zhangke smiled and said: "A person who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man, and a stupid man who doesn't know how to judge the situation is not worthy of sympathy."

Zhao Min sneered: "Master Lu is really smart. If those Demon Cults against the thieves are as smart as Master Lu, it will be fine."

"What the princess said!"

Luzhangke and Crane Biweng looked at each other, and Luzhangke smiled and said, "Since the princess has ordered, then our brothers and sisters will watch for the princess."

"Junior Brother," Lu Chang said in a guest, "I will stay here to protect the princess. Go watch these soldiers and don't let them make trouble."

"Yes, brother," Hebiweng turned his eyes and left.

However, he didn't look at the soldiers, but walked straight to a large mansion deep in the town.

On the beam of the big house, a plaque was hung horizontally with four gilt characters-Wudang Fenruo.

At this time, five Wudang disciples in Wudang Sub-rudder were in a hurry.

"Damn Mongols, they have come to harm the people again."

"I can't bear these beasts, I will go out and fight with them!"

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

"Do you just watch the Mongols harm our compatriots like this, so why should I wait to practice martial arts?"

"Although the Mongols are fierce,...but they will not kill all the people in the town. If we rashly kill the Mongols, if we provoke them to anger the townspeople, the gain will not be worth the loss."

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

...

The words of the last disciple silenced everyone.

Yes, Young Master Song Qingshu is still practicing in retreat, completely isolated from the outside world.

In case the Mongols were angered and killed because of their action, and the leader was also killed, then they would be the sinners of Wudang.

Angry, unwilling, suffocated!

The endless negative emotions almost overwhelmed these five Wudang disciples, and just then, a voice rang out of the courtyard, making them cold.

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

boom!

With a loud noise, the gate of Wudang Sub-rudder was directly shot into pieces and scattered around, and Crane and Bi Weng appeared in front of everyone.

"Is the young master in your mouth, Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao?"

"I heard that this kid is an unborn genius in Wudang. The old ghost Zhang Sanfeng even taught him the true martial arts sword."

"I think if you kill this kid, it should make Zhang Laogui feel bad!"

Crane Pen Weng Yincun's eyes fell on the five Wudang disciples, and he sneered.

"Tell me where Song Qingshu is, and forgive you not to die!"

Chapter 13 Wudang Vigor, I'd rather die than surrender

Crane Bi Weng is the existence of the sixth layer of the Houtian realm, and even in the entire martial arts, he is definitely a top master.

From the fact that he smashed the power of the sub-rudder gate just now, the sub-rud disciples had already understood that the person who came was not good.

"This is Wudang Sub-rudder. Who is your Excellency, why trespass?"

Crane Biweng sneered: "Answering the wrong question is not the choice of a wise man."

After a word, Crane Biweng disappeared in place when his figure was steep, and when he appeared in the next second, he was already behind the disciple.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the sub-rudder disciple flew out directly, with a black palm print on his back.

And his body gradually turned black and cold behind the middle palm, and eventually he was covered in frost and convulsed to death.

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

Xuanming Shenzhang has a fierce reputation in the arena, and the remaining four Wudang disciples don't know where they have encountered a ruthless character.

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

Crane Biweng sneered and said, "In front of me, it's better for you to be honest. Resistance is pointless."

After all, Crane Biweng produced four palms and knocked all the four disciples to the ground.

The cold air from Xuan Ming's palm instantly poured into the meridians of the four people, causing them to grow cold all over their body, and their whole body was in severe pain, as if they were being eaten by ten thousand ants.

"Just a palm, the old man only used three successful powers," Hebi Weng smiled as he looked at the four disciples who were struggling on the ground, "Take me to Song Qingshu, and I will relieve the cold toxin for you."

"Bah, Wudang's character, would rather die than surrender, the old thief would never let us succumb!"

Hebi Weng sneered, and slowly approached the disciple who opened his mouth, and put his hand on top of his head: "I don't like people with hard lips."

The terrible cold air poured out from the palm of Crane Biweng, instantly turning that Wudang disciple into an ice sculpture.

"I don't like killing people, really."

The smile on Hebi Weng’s face was brilliant: “Even if you don’t lead the way, the old man can find Song Qingshu, so why bother to resist!”

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

Under the smile of Crane Bi Weng cat and mouse, finally a disciple couldn't help it: "I, I will take you to Song Qingshu!"

The expressions of the other two disciples suddenly changed: "Fourth Junior Brother, how can you be like this!"

"Old fourth, you disappointed me too much!"

Seeing Wudang disciples' infighting, Hebi Weng was obviously very happy: "Haha, boy, you are very smart, not bad, and you have an appetite for the old man."

"When I kill the boy Song Qingshu, I can consider accepting you under the line of Xuanming, which is much better than the Wudang martial arts of Laoshi."

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

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

"We don't have much time," one of the disciples' eyes showed a trace of determination. "Even if you die, you must first let the young master leave!"

...

In the closed room, Song Qingshu slowly recovered.

At this time, he had completely transformed his pure Yang Wuji Gong power into "Sky Swallowing Devil Gong," exuding a domineering aura.

In the pupils, there is a faint round of black sun shining brightly, with an edge that makes people afraid to look at each other.

"Who?"

The Zhenwu sword rattled loudly, and Song Qingshu looked at the stone gate in the closed room.

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

"Young master, the second elder Xuan Ming attacked, and the fourth junior brother took him into the tunnel, but he won't be sleepy for long."

"We're blocking it for you. Get out of here, report to Master and them, and take revenge on the brothers!"

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

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

"Elder Xuan Ming?"

Song Qingshu supported two Wudang disciples: "Are you in the palm of God Xuan Ming?"

The two disciples were so anxious that they were crying. When was this time, they asked questions.

You can't have a snack if you are less in charge, hurry up and run?It's too late!

"Come on, you sit down first, and I will relieve the cold for you."

Listening to Song Qingshu's calm words, the corners of the two disciples' lips twitched, and they were almost powerless to complain.

Also relieve cold toxin?

The cold toxin of Xuan Ming's palm is inexplicable, and the world knows it.

Even Zhang Zhenren, who is known as the'first master of martial arts', can do nothing.

Otherwise, Zhang Wuji didn't need to go to Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal Hu Qingniu for treatment.

You to solve?

Is it okay to pick a safe time for bragging?

"Little boss, stop joking, it's really anxious, you run away!"

boom!

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

Behind him, a huge black magic sun loomed, and Song Qingshu exuded a terrible attraction.