"Zai Xia is just a new disciple in the Heavenly Gate of the Ming Sect, and his name is not enough to worry about." In the face of the masters of the six major factions, Yi Xiaofeng was calm and relaxed, which made Song Qingshu inevitably a little frightened, but seeing that the other party did not have the momentum of a master, ordinary and unremarkable, he calmed down again.

"You are a nobody, you dare to come up and send you to death, your courage is worthy of praise, but you are even more ignorant of the sky, I advise you to abandon the darkness and turn to the light as soon as possible, or avoid death."

Song Qingshu is narrow-minded, greedy for life and afraid of death, ungrateful, but pretending to be righteous here, which is really disgusting.

"Brother Yi, is it really you?" Zhang Wuji covered his chest with one hand, endured the pain, and barely stood up with Xiao Zhao's support.

Yi Xiaofeng saw that he was seriously injured and couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly stepped forward and helped him, "Brother Wuji, it has been a few years since I said goodbye to Butterfly Valley, I didn't expect you to remember me, it's really rare!" ”

"If it weren't for Brother Yi's reminder in advance, I'm afraid that my sister and I would have encountered an accident, such a life-saving grace, how dare Wuji forget it, but Wuji fell into the deep valley later, and he was able to get out a few days ago, I don't want to reunite with Brother Yi in such a situation today!" Zhang Wuji said with both joy and emotion.

"Haha, Mowgli is serious. Presumably, the Wuji brothers must have experienced extraordinary experiences in the past few years, and now I can't imagine that he is a young hero with martial arts, and I didn't dare to recognize each other at first, hehe. Yi Xiaofeng had no choice but to pretend that he had just recognized Zhang Wuji.

"Brother Yi, I'm ......" Zhang Wuji was really in unbearable pain, and his body was in a trance and almost fell.

"Wuji, if you can trust Brother Yi, go to the side to heal your injuries first, and I will do the next competition." Although Yi Xiaofeng's words were light, he was firm and confident.

Although Zhang Wuji had never seen Yi Xiaofeng make a move, he knew from his eyes that this was a kind of confidence and demeanor that only experienced masters could have. So with Xiao Zhao's support, he walked among the people of the Ming Sect and sat next to Yang Buregret.

"Mowgli, is it really you? Mowgli, my grandson. As soon as Zhang Wuji walked over, the white-eyed eagle king immediately stepped forward to recognize him, and for a while there were some old tears.

"Grandpa, please forgive Mowgli for not being able to recognize each other earlier."

"Get up, get up, grandpa understands that you must have a hard time, you must have gone through all kinds of hardships over the years, right? Grandpa thought that he would never see you again, but he didn't expect that the young heroes of the six major factions of God would be my grandson Yin Tianzheng, and Su Su gave birth to a good son! Haha......" The white-eyed eagle king looked up to the sky and laughed, and he couldn't close his mouth for a while.

"Mowgli, do you still recognize me?" Yang Xiao asked.

"Uncle Yang."

"Wuji, looking at the situation just now, you and that person seem to know each other, who is he?" Yang Xiao was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't vomit or be unhappy.

"It's a long story, and it starts after I entered Butterfly Valley......"

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"Show your weapons, lest the world say that I am bullying an unarmed nobody." Song Qingshu spoke proudly, as if he was a master of martial arts.

"You can be dealt with without a sword." Yi Xiaofeng carried one hand behind his back, and made a gesture of please with one hand in front of him.

"Okay, it's you who is looking for your own death, so it's no wonder to me."

Song Qingshu rushed under his feet, first he split his palm, and then the blade was reversed, and one hooked and slashed, directly approaching Yi Xiaofeng's neck, the tricks were coherent and impermeable, in order to make a name for himself in front of the world's heroes, Song Qingshu was really ruthless, and wanted to kill Yi Xiaofeng with one move.

Although the Wudang swordsmanship is exquisite, Song Qingshu's cultivation is not yet at home, and with his skills, he is a level between a second-rate martial artist and a first-class martial artist, in front of Yi Xiaofeng, a martial artist in the acquired realm, he is like a three-year-old child.

Coupled with Yi Xiaofeng's Divine Light Aurora, the speed is extremely fast, although it has not fully recovered, but it is not comparable to Song Qingshu, even Wei Yixiao on the side was amazed, I didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could match him in speed.

With only one move, Song Qingshu was knocked away by Yi Xiaofeng with an incredible angle, of course, this palm only used three percent of the force, but it only bounced him away and was slightly injured, and it was no big deal.

"Qingshu, how are you? You okay. Song Yuanqiao was surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to help his son up, and a father's concern was beyond words.

"Dad, I'm fine." Song Qingshu looked at Yi Xiaofeng fiercely, although he was unwilling, but he also understood that the gap between himself and that person was too big, if it wasn't for his mercy just now, he was afraid that he would have died in Huangquan long ago.

With such a gap, no one cares about the question of losing face or not, but it is so shocking that people don't have the heart to think about anything else.

"This young man is so familiar, I'm afraid his martial arts are still above that Zeng Shaoxia, although Qingshu's martial arts are not a first-class master in the martial arts, but even if it is a master and an old man, it is difficult to be so easy, and he can be defeated with a strange move, and even his life can be injured."

Song Yuanqiao stared at Yi Xiaofeng who was standing there in disbelief, and gradually recalled the scene eight years ago in his mind, and secretly said in his heart, he was the one who rescued my fifth brother and his wife at that time, and remembered that he also gave his master a flying knife at that time.

"Does Wudang still want to send another person?"

Yi Xiaofeng didn't deliberately come out to show anything, but he also wanted to take the test to see what kind of level his martial arts had reached, so he shot to fight his opponent in the strongest state, so that he could judge the level and length of his realm, and constantly improve himself.

"This little brother's martial arts are unfathomable, so let me let the seven-star sword formation of the four heroes of Wudang come to learn your Excellency's high moves."

Mo Shenggu is an anxious man, in his opinion, if he doesn't make a move to find some ground, it will damage the prestige of Wudang too much, and in the future, he will not let the world laugh at them Wudang was defeated by someone in one move, and he will go back and face his master Zhang Sanfeng without shame.

"Seventh junior brother, wait a minute, don't you all see that he is the boy who gave the master a birthday celebration and gave the master a flying knife, and later rescued Cuishan and his wife?" Song Yuanqiao reminded.

"When the senior brother said this, I finally remembered, no wonder I always felt that he was familiar, but too much time has passed, and I was just in a hurry back then, and I can't remember his appearance anymore, I didn't expect to meet him here today!" Yin Liting said with emotion.

"Even so, but for so many years, we have not heard of the fifth brother and their husband and wife, who knows if he really saved them, or killed them halfway, otherwise, the fifth brother should also go back to Wudang, report safety, and ask Wuji about the whereabouts of that child!"

What Mo Shenggu said also has some truth, but when he talks like this, he can't help but be too ungrateful and a little ungrateful, I'm afraid that the master is there, and he won't allow him to talk and do things like this.

Yi Xiaofeng naturally heard their words clearly, but he was not angry, after all, Zhang Cuishan and his wife had been gone for eight years, and there was no news, if it was changed to himself, he would have doubted it, so Yi Xiaofeng just smiled faintly and said: "As long as you can beat me, I am willing to tell Zhang Cuishan's whereabouts." ”

"Okay, that's what you said, senior brother." Mo Shenggu looked at Song Yuanqiao eagerly.

"Okay, for the sake of the fifth brother, we can only offend, and please ask Yi Shaoxia to do more Haihan." Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and bowed his hand.

"Song Daxia is serious, although I use what you have learned in your life, if I unfortunately die under your sword, it can only be blamed for my lack of skill. Please! ”

"Please!" Song Yuanqiao and the four of them opened the sword formation.

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