At the bottom of the cliff behind Wudang Mountain.

At this moment, the image of the wolf is quite strange, sitting cross-legged at the mountain wall, frowning, but the belly is as huge as a woman who has been pregnant for six months, and the belly has a surging vision from time to time, as if something is about to break out of the body.

If you go further, the wolf's stomach is already rotten and full of pieces of minced meat, and there is a ball of light in it, but unfortunately every time it hits the meat wall, it just sinks into it for a period of time, and it rebounds back, and every time it bounces back, the golden ball of light is a few points smaller.

At this moment, it is the third morning of the wolf falling off the cliff, and it took two and a half days for the wolf to absorb the fire foreman, mainly not the body of the fire foreman, but his one hundred and forty internal strength, although the master is dead, but still wants to escape the control of the wolf and return to nature.

"Huh!!" The wolf roared, a burst of blood gushed out of his body, and his body was like ten thousand snakes entering his body, rolling back and forth, and finally at noon, the wolf rested.

"Whew, I'm almost dying." The wolf sat up from the rubble and said with a scared expression.

"I didn't expect that the fire foreman Tuo's internal force was so much, I almost couldn't swallow it, and I almost wasted it, fortunately." The wolf propped up the ground with one hand, slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said to himself.

Looking up at the scorching sun that was half-obscured by the fog, the wolf disappeared directly in place with a teleportation. All that was left was a pile of rubble that had been blown away by the cannon barrel, and a deep humanoid hole sunk into the mountain wall

"Bastard." An angry roar resounded throughout Wudang Mountain.

"Father, father, the child is incompetent and failed to save Wuji's junior brother from the cult." Song Qingshu was slapped by Song Yuanqiao and fell to the ground, and said in an extremely ashamed tone, it was a true feeling.

"You, you still put the blame for killing Mowgli on the Assassin that night! There are those words before Wuji's death spread everywhere on Wudang Mountain, what else do you have to say. Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but step forward and kick Song Qingshu, sighing uncontrollably.

Song Qingshu stiffly carried this foot, and said with a turn of his eyes: "That's because the cult demon used internal force to shout indiscriminately, father, think about it, Senior Brother Wuji has been unable to practice internal force since he was a child because of the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, how could he shout such a loud voice." Father, this is all a trick of a cult and a demon. ”

Song Qingshu said that when he saw that Song Yuanqiao still had no idea of dissipating his anger, he could only grit his teeth and raise a sword with both hands, bow his head and say: "If my father doesn't believe in the child, he still thinks that the child deliberately killed Wuji's junior brother, and my father can kill me with his own hands, and I am already the spirit of Wuji's junior brother in the sky." ”

"Kill!" Song Yuanqiao originally had just a little angry expression, but he suddenly became angry, and stepped forward to throw away the sword that Song Yuanqiao had offered with both hands, and pushed Song Qingshu away with one palm, causing him to fall into the distance.

"Kill, kill, kill, you know kill, either kill the enemy, or kill your own people, what else do you have besides killing, alas, forget that people are already dead, even if they kill you, what can be saved, you retreat." Song Yuanqiao's angry expression was as if he was suddenly more than ten years old, and his entire spirit was aging, and he said bitterly.

Song Qingshu retreated with a grim face, what the child thought and did in his heart, how could he not know as a father, for example, why the voice was so similar to Zhang Wuji's voice, although Song Yuanqiao knew that this matter should have a lot to do with Song Qingshu, but what could it be, Zhang Wuji was just a martial arts talent, but his body was a waste, although Song Yuanqiao felt a little guilty about Zhang Wuxia and Zhang Cuishan, but he would not kill his son to pay back.

"Wait." Just when Song Qingshu turned around and showed a fierce expression, a group of people walked into the entrance of the lobby, led by a talented young disciple who had just entered Wudang not long after entering Wudang, and was leading a group of fierce and vicious outer disciples, including some older disciples.

"Who are you who dare to break into the Wudang hall." Song Qingshu's face had just recovered its fierce expression, which was seen by a group of people, and naturally maintained the dignity of Wudang with his face.

I saw that the young disciple didn't look at Song Qingshu, he directly skipped Song Qingshu, came to Song Yuanqiao, crossed his hands forward, bent down and said, "Disciple Bai San, meet Uncle Master." ”

"What's the point of bringing someone to the lobby?" Song Yuanqiao surprisingly didn't get angry, but just looked at the young disciple who claimed to be Bai San with some frowns.

"The disciple came just to ask for an explanation for Senior Brother Wuji." Bai San raised his hand to stop the gossiping crowd behind him, and said respectfully.

"What's that?" Song Yuanqiao had already guessed something and asked.

"Senior Brother Wuji was killed by Song Qingshu, and all the Wudang disciples heard it. Please also ask Uncle Shi to give an explanation. Bai San raised his head and looked straight at him

"Fart, Senior Brother Wuji was killed by the Demon Cult, which one was killed by me." Song Qingshu heard that someone wanted to find trouble, so he immediately turned around and walked over, and the whole person said angrily.

Bai San didn't care about Song Qingshu next to him, but looked at Song Yuanqiao seriously.

"This, because Song Qingshu didn't save Zhang Wuji, he was punished for a month in the mountain secret room, you see this is feasible." Song Yuanqiao looked at dozens of outer disciples, including more than a dozen inner disciples, and finally said.

"Hmph, the embarrassed father and son." Bai Sankou said without hesitation.

"If you dare to insult your father, I will teach you a lesson on your behalf today." Song Qingshu found the right time, but he directly drew his sword and said.

However, Bai San continued to ignore Song Qingshu, took a deep breath and said: "Although Song Qingshu killed Senior Brother Wuji, although we want to avenge Senior Brother Wuji, Senior Brother Wuji has always done his best for Wudang, and we dare not destroy Wudang." I only ask Uncle Song to demote Song Qingshu to the second senior brother of Wudang, and Senior Brother Wuji to be the senior brother of Wudang. ”

"What!" Song Yuanqiao didn't expect this group of disciples to say such things, and he frowned secretly.

"Who dares to demote Senior Brother Song to the second senior brother." Originally, after a short while, Song Yuanqiao was forced by some circumstances and ashamed in his heart, and when he wanted to agree, a crisp voice sounded at the door of the lobby.

"Senior Sister Zhiruo." Song Qingshu saw that it was Zhou Zhiruo who immediately put the sword back into the scabbard, and said with a calm face.

Zhou Zhiruo strode forward, saluted Song Yuanqiao and said, "Senior Brother Song tried his best to save Senior Brother Wuji that night, but he was injured by the Demon Cult and failed to save Senior Brother Wuji, but do you know that Senior Brother Song still has the palm wound left by this Demon Sect disciple on his chest now, don't you have a trace of sympathy." But you still think that Senior Brother Song killed Senior Brother Wuji, are you a traitor of the Demon Sect? ”

Bai San looked at Zhou Zhiruo who suddenly appeared hatefully, and then looked at Song Yuanqiao, who had changed his face, and immediately said with a hideous smile: "Hahaha, okay, Wudang has been corrupted up and down, even the disciples of Emei can intervene, I, Bai San, swear again, from now on I should break away from Wudang, although I am not an enemy of Wudang, but I am a mortal enemy with Emei Zhou Zhiruo, Wudang Song Qingshu has become a mortal enemy, and I will never die." ”

After Bai San finished speaking, he directly turned around and left the Wudang Hall, looking at his meaning, it seemed that he wanted to leave Wudang Mountain directly.

"Okay, since Wudang has become like this, and Senior Brother Wuji is no longer here, we won't go down the mountain, wait until we learn martial arts, and the reigning Senior Brother Wuji will take revenge." I don't know who shouted first in the crowd, and it resonated with everyone. They all said straightforwardly, 'get out of Wudang', and walked out of the lobby directly.

"What are you when you are a martial artist, worship in, worship in, say detached, detached." Song Yuanqiao directly flew away, stopped everyone, and said with a gloomy face.