Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 282 Wudang, Zhang Wuji
Wang Xiaoer asked: "Where is the Wudang faction, how is it now?"

Sun Laoqi shook his head and said: "Although the Wudang faction did not close the sect behind closed doors, they still don't care about the affairs of the Jianghu, and only protect their own one-acre three-point land. Now, the righteous way of destroying the sect, closing the mountain Fengshan, the evil way is rampant!"

But Wang Xiaoer said: "There is nothing wrong with [Villion Palace] dominating the martial arts world."

Old Dog Liu on the side sighed and said, "Since ancient times, good and evil have not coexisted. There are many reasons why the right way is the right way, but there is only one reason why the evil way is the wrong way!"

"What's the reason?" Wang Xiaoer asked.

Old Dog Liu looked grim, and said in a deep voice, "Either murder and set fire! Or rape and loot! Or mutilate the people! Or commit a heinous crime!"

Sun Laoqi listened, and whispered to himself: "Your Mingjiao is not evil!"

Old Dog Liu has very good ears, and he said angrily after hearing this: "No matter how bad my Mingjiao is, at least I dare to fight the Tartars with real swords and guns! It is ten thousand times better than him [Villion Palace]!"

Suddenly, in a corner of the inn, more than a dozen people slapped the table and stood up, and the benches under their feet flew over together. Qi Qi fell to the ground, bleeding from the head.

Wang Xiaoer was still vigilant, he shrank his head and dodged it, and then looked up to see the dozen or so people rushing towards him in unison, all of them looked ferocious and hostile.

Wang Xiaoer clasped his fists together and said, "Everyone, please calm down for now, calm down!"

The leader slapped Wang Xiaoer on the face, beat him a few times, and sat down on the ground with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The leader looked at Sun Laoqi, Liu Laogou, and Wang Xiaoer who were lying on the ground, and said with a cold snort: "You guys, dare to treat [Lingjiu Palace] and Tianshan Tong Grandma, the old man put her beak?! I think you are really impatient!"

At this time, the few Mingjiao disciples who came with Liu Laogou immediately drew their knives out of their sheaths, swayed twice, and looked at the group of people in front of them warily.

At this moment, Old Dog Liu had already got up, put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and asked sullenly, "Who are you?" His head was dripping with blood, and the ends of his hair dripped onto the ground as he spoke.

The leader said disdainfully: "We? We are Tianshan Child Elder, sit down, disciple of Haisha Sect! My name is Ren Buyi!"

At this time, Laogou Liu said: "Even the Haisha faction has taken refuge in Tianshan Child Elder?!"

Ren Buyi grabbed Sun Laoqi's hair, pulled him up from the ground, made him face Liu Laogou, and said sharply: "Dare to question Tianshan Child Elder, dare to make irresponsible remarks to my Haisha Sect, you guys A group of bereaved dogs don't have the qualifications yet!"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned the blade in his hand and pressed it against Sun Laoqi's neck, severing his throat as he spoke.

Sun Laoqi's second younger brother opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated for a while, and finally didn't say anything.

Ren Buyi glanced around and told everyone to lower their heads, and couldn't help but become wild with complacency, Jie Jie laughed and said: "This is the Jianghu! The jungle is just preying on the weak!"

After all, the blade in his hand suddenly pulled down!
The next moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed past, bumped directly into Ren Buyi's blade, knocked Ren Buyi's long blade into the air, and thrust it into the wall next to it.

"Who is it?" Ren Buyi looked at his bloody palm and asked, looking around.

At this time, only a soft and clear voice was heard: "The reason why evil ways are called evil ways is because of the existence of people like you!"

Everyone couldn't help but looked towards the direction of the sound, and saw a young man in a blue robe sitting on a table in the middle of the inn, drinking wine to himself.

Ren Buyi frowned and looked at the boy, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Haisha faction works, I advise you not to meddle in your own business!"

The young man turned around and looked at Ren Buyi, he saw that his face was quite handsome and kind, with a hint of youthfulness, he looked like a son of a wealthy family who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

"Has the hand of [Lingjiu Palace] already reached here?" the young man asked, his voice was still clear, but with unconcealable disdain, "Your Haisha sect Chen Liangchen has also become Tianshan Is Child Elder's dog gone?"

His appearance made everyone in the Haisha faction burn with anger. In the Zhoushan area, no one dared to say that about the Haisha faction.

"Shut up, the name of our leader is taboo, you, a young brat, can say it?!" At this time, a disciple of the Haisha sect beside Ren Buyi yelled, and in a blink of an eye, he approached the boy, and then With his right hand grabbing the skin pouch at his waist, a handful of white things flew over.

The young man was not in a hurry, his body was still, but he suddenly changed his direction, from the west side of the table to the east side in an instant, and the white thing suddenly fell into nothingness.

The young man took a look and saw that the white thing fell on the ground, making a rustling sound of corrosion, but it eroded the green bricks on the ground into dense pores.

The young man frowned slightly, and said softly, "Poisonous salt?!"

"It's good that you recognize it, it's still too late to beg for mercy!" Ren Buyi said sharply.

The boy said disdainfully: "Are you planning to kill me with just a few taels of salt?!"

Ren Buyi said angrily: "Throw it for me!"

The next moment, seven or eight disciples of the Haisha Sect lined up in a row, stretching their hands into their waist pockets in unison, and then suddenly sprinkled a large cloud of white poisonous salt.

The poisonous salt of the Sea Sand Sect is unique, many people have been killed by this poisonous salt, even Yang Wustork of the Vajra Sect lost an arm because of this poisonous salt.

Therefore, the disciples of the Haisha sect specially practiced their unique skills on how to sprinkle salt. A handful of poisonous salt was thrown out, covering almost all the space around the young man. A few handfuls of poisonous salt were sprinkled below.

It can be said that it has taken care of almost all the places where the young man can dodge and hide.

Just relying on this method of spreading poisonous salt, one can see the extraordinaryness of the Haisha faction.

Ren Buyi and the others already had cruel smiles on their faces, waiting to see how the boy would roll all over the floor next.

But at this moment, I saw the inner strength of the boy's whole body swelled, and the clothes on his body were swelled up, as if his figure suddenly became several times thicker, and then he slapped his palms on the table, and the table Like a door panel, flowers danced directly on his hands, blocking those poisonous salts from the table.

Then he pushed his palms on the table, and the table covered with poisonous salt suddenly flew towards the Haisha sect members. Pai disciples suffered a disaster.

I saw the disciples who sprinkled poisonous salt strip off their clothes one by one, scratch their faces, and within a moment, they were already rolling on the ground covered in blood.

The young man snorted coldly: "It's your own fault!"

Ren Buyi said angrily: "Hack him to death!"

The next moment, the rest of the dozen or so Haisha sect disciples swung their knives and chopped at the young man.

The young man didn't move, and when he closed his palms, the dozen or so Haisha sect disciples felt a suction force coming from between the young man's palms, and the dozen or so steel knives suddenly flew out of their hands and fell into the young man's hands. between palms.

When the young man rubbed his palms, the dozen or so steel knives were immediately kneaded into a steel ball. As the young man drew a circle with his palms, the steel ball became more and more rounded, and in the end he couldn't even see what it looked like before.

Everyone looked at the boy and the steel ball in his arms in horror, and couldn't help but gasped.

What kind of kung fu is this? The dozen or so steel knives were kneaded into steel balls in this way. If this human body was replaced with a flesh and blood body, it would have become a meat ball!
Looking at the boy again, he dragged the steel balls made of dozens of steel knives in his hands, looked at the Haisha faction, and said calmly: "Now, do I have the right to say you Haisha faction? "

Ren Buyi swallowed his saliva, cupped his fists and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency, your name?!"

The boy threw the steel ball on the ground, and the steel ball sank more than half of the ground, and the boy said loudly: "Wudang, Zhang Wuji!"

(End of this chapter)