Zhou Zhiruo was suddenly furious, with a flick of her wrist, a long black whip flew out of her sleeve and hit Guo Fu, Huang Rong was taken aback, she didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to make a sudden move, and hurriedly used the dog-beating stick method to stop the long whip.

However, Zhou Zhiruo had already prepared, and the whip turned a corner halfway and easily avoided the interception of the dog beating stick, and the whip slightly smashed a beaded flower on Guo Fu's bun.

Zhou Zhiruo retracted the long whip from her sleeve and said proudly: "My Emei faction has a lot of magic skills, how can I covet the martial arts of other factions, little girl, don't bewitch the public." ”

Guo Fu's pink face turned white with fright, and she was completely stupid at this time, and she didn't know how to respond.

Huang Rong was originally a cub protector, and when she saw Zhou Zhiruo attacking her daughter, she was furious, and she didn't hesitate to turn her face with the Emei faction and fight with Zhou Zhiruo to the death, but it turned out that Zhou Zhiruo's action was very measured, and she didn't really hurt Guo Fu, and her anger was scattered.

Guo Fu finally came back to his senses at this time, and was about to scold when a voice like a fairy sounded.

"What's going on here, why is it so lively?"

A group of people turned their heads to look, only to see a bright and peerless girl looking at this side with a smile, and the accompanying men were scattered around, vigilantly on guard.

Huang Rong recognized that one of them was the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and couldn't help but smack her tongue secretly, this demon girl is really a big deal, even a master like the Golden Wheel Dharma King is obediently standing behind her.

"It turned out that the county lord's mother arrived, could it be that Mongolia also sent a good hand to participate in the Golden Snake Conference?" After fighting with Mongolia in Xiangyang for many years, Huang Rong naturally had no good impression of Mongolian people, and she smelled of gunpowder as soon as she opened her mouth.

The surrounding martial arts people really whispered, the Golden Snake Battalion has always been a rebel army against the alien iron cavalry, if it is finally won by the masters supported by Mongolia, then the face of the Central Plains martial arts will really be lost.

Zhao Min was not in a hurry, and asked with a smile: "Didn't Mrs. Guo also come to this conference, could it be that some of these sixteen candidates are supported by Mrs. Guo?"

"Of course there is," Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled, and continued as soon as she changed her words, "As long as he can drive out the Tartars, I will support them from the bottom of my heart, no matter who wins." ”

As soon as Huang Rong's voice fell, a group of martial arts people applauded,

"Tartars get out of the Central Plains. ”

"Kill all the Tartars. ”

......

made Xiao Feng, who was standing next to Huang Rong, extremely embarrassed, speaking of his Khitan identity, he was also a Tartar in the eyes of the Han people.

"Mrs. Guo is really sharp. Zhao Min was not angry, and he was not interested in talking to her. In Zhao Min's opinion, Huang Rong is indeed smart, but because of the limitation of her vision, her cleverness is just a little cleverness in the rivers and lakes, and she is still far from the realm of turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands into rain, otherwise after so many years, Xiangyang City would not only have the strength of hard support, without the slightest enterprising effort.

"Demon girl, return my life to my junior brother of emptiness!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and a great monk covered in golden light struck Zhao Min in the air.

Song Qingshu recognized that the person in his hand was Xuan Cheng, the thirteen peerless monks of Shaolin Temple, remembering that Zhao Min was injured in his Donkey Kong palm last time, Song Qingshu subconsciously prepared to stand up and prepare to block it for her.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's eyes froze, and it turned out that he noticed that Zhao Min's hand behind him was secretly posing to him, signaling himself not to act rashly.

Song Qingshu instantly understood that it was better for him not to expose his relationship with her.

It's not for nothing that Zhao Min is so confident, the last time he was caught was because Song Qingshu inserted a bar, and now the three grandmaster-level masters of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the Hundred Losses Daoist, and the King Kong Gate Master are looking around, as well as the two elders of Xuan Ming, the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow and others accompanying him, Xuan Cheng dares to ride into the battle alone, if it weren't for the others, Zhao Min would even be sure to let him hate on the spot.

Xuan Cheng broke through Zhao Min's carefully selected warrior guard group, and the dense arrows of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow shot at him, except for leaving a few white marks, they did not stop him in the slightest.

"King Kong is not bad magic?" The master of King Kong Gate was happy when he saw the hunt, and with a bang, his whole body also became golden, and he also carried King Kong's magic skill to meet him.

The fist pointed to each other, and in the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves, Xuan Cheng for a while Donkey Kong fist, for a while without a phase robbery finger, and then became a palm, Rao is the master of the King Kong Gate immersed in the King Kong index for ten years, and it was also a little unbearable, when the two figures separated, the figure of the King Kong Gate Lord stayed in place and shook, obviously suffering a small loss.

However, he stopped him, Xuan Cheng's castration was exhausted, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King took the opportunity to block in front of him, and in an instant, six huge wheels flew out, hitting the big points around Xuan Cheng's body from all directions.

Xuan Cheng and the King Kong Gate Master fought hard for more than a dozen moves, and their breathing was already poor, so they didn't dare to use their bodies to connect a few sharp giant wheels that were spinning rapidly, and hurriedly pushed left and right, knocking the six giant wheels away one by one.

Xuan Cheng first used his Doroye finger to fly the tin wheel that attacked from the right rear, and then grabbed the lead wheel that was about to be cut to the skin with his flower finger, and threw it back, hitting the iron wheel behind him, using the kung fu in his sleeve, stepping out, and firmly stepping on the copper wheel that cut to his tendons on the ground, using the Shaolin Temple's shadow with the leg method.

Then use the Great Veda pestle to blast the silver wheel flying from the upper right, and finally force the King Kong not to break the body, and use the dragon claw hand to grab the golden wheel directly in the hand of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

A tooth-aching friction sound sounded, and the rapidly rotating golden wheel was grabbed by Xuan Cheng and stopped, and he could no longer move forward.

Looking at Xuan Cheng's blood-glittering hand, the Golden Wheel Dharma King was secretly frightened, if others were to connect their Golden Wheel like this, they would be cut off half of their palms at the lightest, but they didn't expect that Xuan Cheng just made a long cut, and King Kong was really domineering.

However, as if the Golden Wheel Dharma King had expected this result, the Golden Wheel stepped to the side, drew away Xuan Cheng's hand, and the right hand, which had long been ready to attack, punched him in the chest.

Before he could get up, the sound of wind and thunder carried by his fist had already made people's eardrums faintly painful, Xuan Cheng didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly carried the mystery of the empty palm, wanting to turn the strength of this punch away.

The fists and palms intersected, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King felt that the strength of his fists was gradually crossed by the other party, and he couldn't help but let out a cruel smile: "Look how much you can melt!" The dragon elephant is like a layer after layer, like a huge wave from his fist to the opponent's palm.

Burst!

When the ninth strength was dissolved, Xuan Cheng could no longer support it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing that Xuan Cheng was injured, he strictly followed the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and his body flashed and took the Xuan Ming Divine Palm and slapped it on Xuan Cheng's body.

"Master, be careful!" the two envoys of the Wudang Sect swung their swords at the same time.

Shaolin Wudang has always advanced and retreated together in the rivers and lakes, although more than ten years ago because of Zhang Cuishan's incident, but he couldn't watch Xuancheng die in the hands of the Mongols.

Among the Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng has long been ignorant of the affairs of the sect, and the position of head of the sect has been passed to the eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao, but because of Song Qingshu's killing of Mo Shenggu, Song Yuanqiao took the blame and resigned, and has been concentrating on cultivation in the back mountain.

The position of head was taken over by the second disciple Yu Lianzhou, who sat in Zixiao Palace on weekdays and rarely went down the mountain. Yu Daiyan has been disabled for more than ten years, so he has also developed a temperament of Qing Xiu, and he is not a big director.

The five disciples Zhang Cuishan killed himself, and Mo Shenggu was killed, so the only four heroes Zhang Songxi and the six heroes Yin Liting who often walked around in the rivers and lakes of Wudang were the only ones left, and the envoys sent by Wudang to participate in the Golden Snake Conference this time were these two people.

Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting have been carefully taught by Zhang Sanfeng, coupled with the study of Taijiquan sword over the years, they have already ranked among the top masters in the world, although they are not at the level of the four uniques, but over time, it is not impossible to catch up with the gap.

It's just that the Hundred Losses Daoist is the old devil who fought hundreds of tricks with Zhang Sanfeng before he was defeated, and he has been thinking about revenge and hatred all these years, and secretly studying the Wudang faction's martial arts to crack the method.

Seeing the two people in Wudang faction costumes swinging their swords and attacking them, a sinister smile flashed on the faces of the Baiyi Dao people, and their palms struck out from an incredible angle, Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting's long swords suddenly collided with each other, and the two cultivated closely, their strength intersected, and their bodies were stunned, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries.

This is also the bad luck of the two, if they meet a pervert who is not a Hundred Damage Daoist who has been studying and cracking Wudang Kung Fu for decades, even if it is against Ouyang Feng and others, the two of them will definitely protect themselves by joining forces, how can they suffer a big loss as soon as they meet like this.

"The old man slaughtered Zhang Sanfeng's two baby apprentices first. The Hundred Losses Daoist roared, and his arms suddenly swelled by a foot, pressing towards the chests of the two of them.

Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting immediately recognized that this was the Xuanming Divine Palm that Zhang Wuji had once had, even Zhang Sanfeng was helpless against his injuries at the beginning, the power of this person's Xuanming Divine Palm was more than twice as high as that of the second elder Xuanming, and the two of them immediately secretly screamed, I am afraid that I will die here today.

Suddenly, a huge suction force came from the side of the two, and they moved a few feet, and after standing firmly, they looked at the person behind them, and couldn't help but be surprised and happy: "Qingshu?"

"I've seen the fourth uncle and the sixth uncle. Song Qingshu bowed, and smiled bitterly in his heart, although he was expelled from the door wall by Wudang, and was beaten by Yu Lianzhou at the lion slaughtering conference, but he was from Wudang, and he couldn't watch these two cheap uncles die in front of him.

Fortunately, Song Yuanqiao's cheap dad didn't come, otherwise calling a stranger dad would not be so strong. Song Qingshu was extremely happy in his heart.

The Baiyi Daoist glanced back at Zhao Min, and when he saw her making a look, he couldn't help but understand, and continued to attack Wudang Erxia. Song Qingshu hurriedly protected the two of them behind him, and carried the eighteen palms of the dragon to meet them.

In the last martial arts competition in the inn, the Daoist had seen Song Qingshu's martial arts, so he naturally didn't dare to be careless, and he played up his spirit, and the Xuanming Divine Palm reflected the palm shadow in the sky.

Song Qingshu's eighteen palms of dragon descent are not so fancy, and on the surface they seem to be mediocre, but in fact, Song Qingshu keeps in mind every time he makes a move, he keeps in mind that he is weak and strong, and he swallows and spits out eight words.

After more than a dozen moves, Zhao Min's delicate voice sounded: "Okay, let's spare this little thief's life today." ”I1292