Song Qingshu returned to the cave, worshiped in front of Dugu's grave, and then left here, as for the secret book of Dugu's swordsmanship, it was taken away by Song Qingshu, he was not so generous, and left this peerless secret book to irrelevant people.

Song Qingshu, who had left the woods, went straight to the top of the light, thinking about finding out the news of the six major factions and Mingjiao on the way.

On a road to Guangming Peak, a teahouse has a very hot business, and these customers are all martial arts people with swords.

I only heard a bearded man shouting loudly: "His grandmother's, this time he will definitely annihilate the people in the Demon Sect in one fell swoop." ”

Most of the martial arts people in the teahouse echoed one after another.

At this moment, only a sneer was heard, and suddenly the big guy felt that his face was dull, especially the big man who spoke out at the beginning was even more angry. The big man looked for the source of the voice, and saw three people sitting by the window of the teahouse, one was a heroic young man with a folding fan in his hand, and the other two were old men, two old men with high noses, looking like people from the Western Regions.

The bearded man walked up to the table and asked the young man who had just snorted coldly, "What, don't you agree with what Uncle Ben said?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in the eyes of an old man beside the young man, and he slapped the big man in the air.

Before the big man could react, he was slapped away by the palm force in the air, lying on the ground with a blue face, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The Central Plains martial arts people present were all frightened to death by the old man's profound skills, and the entire teahouse was suddenly silent.

There were a few people who were originally going to force themselves to come out secretly glad in their hearts that the masters who could kill people in the air with the power of their palms were definitely not something they could afford to provoke.

At this time, the young boy stood up and mocked at the people in the teahouse: "Even you shrimp soldiers and crab generals also want to attack our Mingjiao, it's really beyond your strength. ”

After speaking, he walked out, and the two old men looked at the people in the teahouse, sneered and followed, but they always followed behind the boy.

Everyone in the teahouse looked at each other, and they all felt that their faces were gloomy. Originally, they were all characters who were not in the rivers and lakes, and they came to this troubled water with the intention of picking up cheap, but when they saw that any old man in Mingjiao was so terrifying, and it seemed that he was just an entourage of others, they began to retreat in their hearts.

The three people who left the teahouse here were walking on the way to Guangming Ding, and the old man who had just started asked the young man suspiciously, "Why did the county lord just say that he was from the Ming Sect?" In this way, don't these people have the courage to go to the trouble of Mingjiao? ”

The county lord laughed: "How much trouble does Master Lu think they can cause to the Ming Sect?" ”

Without waiting for him to answer, he continued: "First, these people are all wine bags and rice bags, and staying on the side of the six major factions will affect their overall combat effectiveness. How can this be in the interests of our Great Yuan Dynasty? ”

"Well, these people's fists are not powerful, but the power of their mouths is not necessarily worse than that of the people of the six major factions. They have been humiliated today, and they will definitely settle this account on the head of Mingjiao and make Mingjiao famous in the rivers and lakes. ”

The old man who had just spoken admired it: "The county lord is far-sighted, and the old man admires." ”

The monarch laughed and said: "Master Lu has won the prize, and if you want to get rid of the Ming Sect's rebels in the future, you have to rely on the Xuanming Divine Palm of the two masters." ”

It turned out that these three people were Zhao Min and the two elders of Xuan Ming.

The two elders of Xuan Ming listened to Zhao Min's words and laughed heartily, and while speaking, the three of them had easily reached the top of the light by relying on the map given by Cheng Kun.

It had been eight days since Song Qingshu set off for Guangming Peak that day, and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain this morning. But depending on the situation, the six major factions may have already reached the top of the light, and they dare not delay at the moment, and follow the traces left by the six major factions to the top of the light.

Along the way, Song Qingshu heard a lot about Mingjiao and the six major sects.

The six major factions can be said to be pouring out this time, the emptiness of the Shaolin faction, the two monks of Kongzhi led nearly a thousand Shaolin monks to attack Mingjiao, and Wudang except for Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Daiyan, who has been disabled for many years, are also all dispatched.

The other major factions also took out the strongest combat power of their own factions.

Speaking of which, it is still the Shaolin family's great business, and the family not only has empty news, but also has the background of Sandu.

The Mingjiao side is also not to be underestimated, and the Mingjiao is also united because of this crisis, first of all, Wei Yixiao persuaded the Wusan people to come to help Yang Xiao.

Secondly, the Five Elements Banner also rushed back from all over the country, and the white-eyed Eagle King, who had already been independent, came back with the Heavenly Eagle Sect to protect the sect.

Song Qingshu galloped all the way, finally reached the top of the light, and then entered a large square through two halls.

The black pressure on the field was full of people, and the number of Xishou was small, and nine out of ten were drenched in blood, sitting or lying, which was the side of Mingjiao. The number of people in the east head was several times larger, divided into six piles, and it seemed that the six factions had all arrived.

The six major factions faintly formed a siege of the Ming Sect.

These people were all paying attention to the two people in the arena, and they didn't hear someone cheering.

Song Qingshu was already tall, so he could easily see the situation in the square.

Seeing that both sides of the fight were empty-handed, but the palm wind was whistling, and the power was far away, it was obvious that both of them were top masters. The two of them turned their bodies and fought very fast, and suddenly the four palms intersected, and they immediately froze, and in just a moment, they turned from extremely fast jumping to complete stillness, and the spectators couldn't help but shout again: "Good! ”

Song Qingshu saw clearly the two people who were fighting, one was his fourth uncle Zhang Songxi, unexpectedly, the fourth uncle was also promoted to the top in a year, and the other was a burly bald old man, with long eyebrows and better than snow, drooping the corners of his eyes, his nose hooked, like an eagle's beak, he must be the famous white-eyed eagle king.

After a while, a trace of heat came out of the top of their heads, and it was obviously a critical moment to compete for internal strength.