Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Zhao Min also noticed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and couldn't help but blushed slightly, coughed, and turned to look at the field, "Who will win just now?"

"Song Qingshu won!" Lu Zhangke replied.

Zhao Min took a look at the young man with a jade-like face in the arena, "Wudang swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved, I will challenge you!"

At this time, Song Qingshu was slightly pale and looked powerless. As for the person who fought against him before, it was He Taichong, the head of Kunlun.

Without even looking at He Taichong, Zhao Min took a wooden sword and walked straight to Song Qingshu, "If you lose, you will have to keep a finger or a trick!"

Song Qingshu snorted, without saying a word, thinking to himself, as long as there is a chance, he will definitely take the opportunity to kill this demon girl, so as to save his father and Zhiruo from being humiliated.

Zhao Min smiled slightly, raised his hand and stabbed out with a sword. Although he used a wooden sword and didn't use any internal force, the sword was powerful and sharp, and the angles were accurate, which showed that Zhao Min's swordsmanship was quite good. for extraordinary.

Song Qingshu's heart also trembled, and immediately he didn't dare to be careless, raised a sword in his hand, and laid it across his chest.

But if you look closely, you will find that his sword is not stationary, but is moving downward at an extremely slow speed.

Zhao Min obviously didn't notice this, as soon as the wooden sword was blocked, she immediately turned the blade over and swiped from top to bottom.

But at the next moment, Song Qingshu's wooden sword suddenly picked up speed, and the sword crossed out, hitting Zhao Mintan's middle acupoint directly.

Zhao Min was also slightly taken aback, but her reaction was also very quick. She saw her legs soaring into the air, and her body folded in half from the lower abdomen, and she barely avoided Song Qingshu's sword.

Song Qingshu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then he looked furious, "What is this? It's not fair to say that you don't need internal force!"

Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled, "Are you blind? Who saw me use my internal strength!"

The reason why she was able to use this move just now was all due to her diligent training of the Divine Foot Mantra during this time, her body's toughness has greatly improved, and she felt a little grateful for Murong Fusheng in her heart.

"You..." Song Qingshu was speechless for a moment, thinking carefully about Zhao Min's move just now, there was indeed no fluctuation of internal energy, but that move was really weird, worthy of being a witch!

"Hmph, besides, don't you think it's ridiculous to tell me fairness with your current status as a prisoner?" Zhao Min suddenly turned cold, "If you don't use the real Wudang swordsmanship, I don't have the time to play with you Already!"

Song Qingshu opened his mouth, finally let out a snort, raised his sword and stabbed out at an extremely fast speed.

"Okay, it should have been like this a long time ago!" Seeing that he had used real Wudang swordsmanship, Zhao Min's face was slightly excited, and he fought back.

For a moment, the two came and went, fighting on par. Song Qingshu's martial arts inherited the Wudang lineage, paying attention to the combination of form, spirit, energy, and mind.

It's just that Song Qingshu lost all his internal strength, his hands, eyes, and body skills were much slower than usual, and his swordsmanship was nothing but showy. Zhao Min, as the head of various schools, has good and evil, although he uses his internal power, his body skills are light, The moves are agile.

Not long after, Song Qingshu gradually fell into a disadvantage. Seeing Zhao Min slashing with a sword, a ruthless look flashed across his face. He raised his long sword and moved forward, following the trend, and then turned half a circle, holding the sword with both hands handle, stabbing himself in the right rib.

Zhao Min was taken aback for a moment, wanting to die together?

At this moment, Lu Zhangke slightly shouted, "Stop!"

With a flash of figure, he stepped into the field with one step, and slapped Song Qingshu's wrist with Yaoyao's palm.

Song Qingshu couldn't hold the wooden sword any longer, and let it go.

"This round, you won!" Lu Zhangke glanced at Song Qingshu and said lightly.

"What!" Zhao Min was puzzled immediately, "How could it be that he won!"

"The princess doesn't know that the sword he just used seemed to kill both, but in fact it was extremely cunning. It ended with one death and one injury. He pierced the ribs with his sword, and it wouldn't kill him, but the princess is in danger of his life! "Lu Zhangke said rather tactfully.

Zhao Min frowned in thought, his eyes lit up after a while, he couldn't help nodding and said: "That's true, this trick is wonderful, wonderful!"

Lu Zhangke's face changed slightly, "The daughter of the princess, if it is not a last resort, I hope the princess will not try it lightly!"

"I know, thank you, Master Lu!" Zhao Min obviously didn't listen, and turned to look at Song Qingshu, "What's this move called? Is it your Wudang's unique skill? It's really powerful!"

A look of pride flashed across Song Qingshu's face, "This move is called Heaven and Earth Same Life, and it is a unique skill created by my seventh uncle, but the master said that the hostility is too strong, and it has not yet been included in the Wudang unique skills."

"Then are you going to keep your fingers or your trick?" Zhao Min suddenly changed the subject and asked leisurely.

"This..." Song Qingshu hesitated immediately, asking him to keep his fingers, so that he would never have the opportunity to practice swordsmanship. This is obviously impossible, but if he wants to pass on the unique knowledge of Wudang to this witch, and let his father and the others know about it in the future, he must beat himself to death .

Zhao Min guessed Song Qingshu's difficulties as soon as he rolled his eyes, and didn't urge him, as if it was interesting to watch a person make a choice between his own interests and the interests of the sect.

At this moment, two soldiers escorted a woman in green shirt out of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

"Zhiruo!" Song Qing's complexion changed drastically, and he was about to step forward, but there was a "bang", and he was slapped away by Lu Zhangke.

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, but then relaxed again, her expression as indifferent as water.

"Don't hurt her, I will write you any stunts you want!" Song Qingshu said such a sentence without thinking.

Zhao Min looked slightly happy, clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay!"

Immediately, two soldiers brought the Four Treasures of the Study.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Song Qingshu, and said lightly, "Just take care of yourself!"

Song Qingshu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Zhao Min turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo, although he was feeling quite uncomfortable, he said with a smile on his face, "It's no wonder that that person cares about you so much, and after imprisoning you for so many days, you're still like this, maybe you're really a fairy Woolen cloth!"

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo was as beautiful as a fairy, as beautiful as a celestial being, and there was a kind of charm coming out of her bones when viewed from a distance or near. back to the place.

Hearing the words "that person cares about you so much", Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but think of Murong Fu, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes slightly rippled, and then quickly fell silent, looking at Zhao Min indifferently, "What are you looking for?" What am I here for?"

"Hmph!" Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's effort in nourishing Qi, Zhao Min felt even more irritable, pointed at Song Qingshu and said, "This person cares about you so much, why don't you take a second look?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help being stunned, and looked at Zhou Zhiruo obsessively.

"He has nothing to do with me, not even the door, why should I take another look at him."

"Zhiruo..." Song Qingshu murmured.

Zhao Min also frowned slightly, "Zhou Zhiruo, you didn't seem like this before!"

"Then what should I look like?" Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"The you in the past shouldn't be so indifferent, no, maybe it should be said that it wasn't so cold!" Zhao Min ignored Zhou Zhiruo's expression and said to himself.

The Ruyang Palace has already set its sights on the major sects in the Central Plains, so it has conducted very detailed investigations with the leaders of the various sects. According to the intelligence, Zhou Zhiruo is a gentle and soft-hearted person, even if she doesn't like Song Qingshu, she shouldn't be like this Unfeeling.

A white figure flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's mind, and a look of sadness flashed on his face.

Although the change in expression was only for a moment, Zhao Min caught it, and his heart moved, "Could it be for him?" On the mouth, he said with a smile that was not a smile:

"That man is already dead, why should you keep thinking about it? There are so many good men in this world. For example, this Song Qingshu is no worse than him in appearance and family background. Although his martial arts are a little worse, but after another 30 or [-] years of practice, whoever is superior and who is inferior Not sure yet!"

"Good job, Zhao Min, let's see how I deal with you next time!" At this time, Murong Fu happened to rush to the vicinity of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and listened to Zhao Min's words verbatim.

But he couldn't help but want to hear what Zhou Zhiruo would say, so he stopped and hid on the east courtyard wall.

Needless to say, Song Qingshu had already looked at Zhou Zhiruo longingly, his heart pounding.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Min, "Maybe there are many men in this world who are better than him, but I only love him!"

For some reason, she couldn't help but say those things that she didn't dare to say before.

Murong Fu, who was hiding in the distance, was overjoyed immediately, almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and thought to himself: "My Zhiruo is the most well-behaved, brother will definitely love you well tonight!"

Song Qingshu's face was ashamed, but the next moment, he shouted hoarsely: "Why, he is a dead man, why are you... Pfft!"

But halfway through the speech, Zhao Min slapped his palm from the air, "It's so noisy!"

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, "Miss Zhao came to me, it's not just for this!"

"Of course not!" Zhao Min stroked the hair on his forehead, and in the blink of an eye he was smiling again, "Old rules, if you compete with me, you will be safe if you win, but you will be left with a finger or a unique skill if you lose!"

She obtained a set of Emei swordsmanship from Ding Minjun a few days ago, after practicing for a few days, she felt more and more exquisite, so she wanted to squeeze out a few more sets, anyway, she was going to send her away, not for nothing.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Min with a strange look, nodded slightly, "Okay!"

On the contrary, Zhao Min was stunned. People from the six major sects were forced to compete in martial arts these days. The refreshing one hadn't seen it before, so he couldn't help asking: "Do you know what the purpose of the contest is?"

"Heh!" Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "Don't you just want to learn the secrets of various schools!"

"Then you still..."

"As long as you can learn it, it doesn't matter!" Zhou Zhiruo's face flashed a look of contempt.

Zhao Min couldn't understand the woman in front of her more and more, so she snorted to herself, "It's really a bitch, acting weird!"

He ordered his subordinates to fetch wooden swords, and each of them took one.

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