Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 358: After a day of fighting with He Songling, Quan Xing had to go to the supermarket of Nisheng Group to buy daily necessities

"I'm sorry..."

Ruan Tao really wanted to curse.

But in front of him is the leader of Quanxing, and behind him is the traitor of Sanyi. If he offends both sides, he will die here today.

So he could only walk out with a dark face, looked at Wu Gensheng and said, "Wu Gensheng, today's incident was caused by my Qingzhu Garden. You and I have a fight. Regardless of winning or losing, let's stop here today. How about that?"

"I have no problem, but my friend, can you be the boss on your side?" Wu Gensheng obviously didn't take Ruan Tao seriously. He looked over his shoulder and at the back row of the righteous people.

"I..." Ruan Tao felt extremely humiliated at this moment, and even wanted to hang himself. "I can be my own master! No one else can be my master. I am here today, and no matter what happens in the end, I must fight you, Wu Gensheng!"

"Okay, then you come." Wu Gensheng didn't intend to accomplish his goal in one go. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kowtowed to the red-haired man at the beginning and called him grandpa just for the sake of one person.

Come one by one, he has patience.

"blow!"

Ruan Tao pushed the ground with his heels and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wu Gensheng, swinging his palm to hit him. Wu Gensheng subconsciously raised his hand to block, but suddenly frowned and dodged to the side.

Sure enough, Ruan Tao's hand, which was originally coming from the front, suddenly appeared from the bottom and waved in an arc. If Wu Gensheng stood still and blocked it according to the original posture, he would inevitably suffer a heavy blow from the ribs to the side of the lower abdomen.

“That’s it!” Li Muxuan’s eyes widened, and he muttered in mid-air, “Damn it, I don’t understand this kid’s move at all. There’s nothing I can do about it except retreat.”

Wu Gensheng seemed to have heard Li Muxuan's whisper. He looked Ruan Tao up and down and asked softly, "Is that so?"

Ruan Tao's attack missed, and without hesitation, he followed up with another punch. Wu Gensheng dodged a body length and a half again, and sure enough, Ruan Tao's fist changed from the side to a sky-high punch from bottom to top.

"Is that so?" Wu Gensheng's tone this time showed understanding, and then he was stunned, and then laughed dumbly: "Turtle Fist, no wonder."

This sentence made Ruan Tao very angry. He Songling said, forget it, we can't hit him, we can't beat him even if we hit him. You Wu Gensheng, a stinky cult leader, dare to despise me?

beat him!

Ruan Tao became ruthless and punched out with both fists, making the sound of windmills, and attacked Wu Gensheng from an unknown distance.

But when the fist arrived in front of him, he was stunned.

Wu Gensheng didn't even dodge.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…”

There was a series of muffled sounds of flesh colliding. In an instant, Wu Gensheng was hit by punches on the cheek, shoulder, chest, ribs, abdomen and other parts, at least six or seven times.

But Wu Gensheng's breath surged between his chest and abdomen, and he resisted Ruan Tao's punch. He still rushed forward, stretched out his hand, and when Ruan Tao wanted to retreat after the last punch, he grabbed his two arms, and locked them tightly with his hands in a cross. "No wonder I can't predict your punching style. It seems that you don't know where to punch, turtle punch, ha." Wu Gensheng smiled grimly, and his tone finally took on a bit of sinister meaning: "If you can't hit accurately, then you have to hit hard, my friend."

"Kacha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of bones folding, and then Ruan Tao's wrists were seen folded at an extremely unnatural angle, as if they had no bones.

"Brother!"

Hou Ling and the female disciple from Qingzhuyuan were about to rush over when they saw the miserable state of Ruan Tao's arm, but Ruan Tao stopped them by shouting, "Don't go over there!"

"This……"

"It's just a dislocation." Ruan Tao whispered, "Don't worry about it, that's it." Then he raised his voice, "Okay, Wu Gensheng, thank you very much. I won't care about what happens in the future. Whether the matter can be resolved and whether you can leave today all depends on Brother He's decision."

"No problem." Wu Gensheng cast his gaze towards the righteous formation: "Their senior brother, please come out and draw a path."

"No great ability, but a lot of small cleverness, is this what a famous scholar of the Wei and Jin Dynasties should be like? Before Ji Kang was beheaded on the execution ground, he still had the mind to play Guangling San. Why are you pretending to have a fractured joint to make Qingzhuyuan look heroic?"

As expected, He Songling's haunting voice from the Yinghe Tower came again, and the three Qingzhuyuan disciples closed their eyes in pain. They couldn't beat him, and they couldn't talk him out of it, so what could they do?
"Tsk, you're looking for me now. What do I have to do with him? Li Muxuan is my junior fellow apprentice. I've already beaten up Wang Yaozu. Wu Gensheng didn't fight with me. Who are you trying to blame by putting a conflict on me?"

He Songling walked out with his hands behind his back, and kicked the three people from Qingzhuyuan back. "What a disgrace. See you again, you nameless rat."

"It's you!"

Others thought that He Songling, the leader of the righteous sect, had humiliated the head of Quan Xing Sect in person, but Wu Gensheng recognized him. After all, unlike him, Wu Gensheng, who liked to change his skin, the appearance of those who practiced the third level of Ni Sheng had not changed much over the years.

"You are He Songling."

He Songling's reputation has spread far and wide in recent years, and he even surpassed veteran players like Zuo Rutong and Zhang Jingqing. After all, Zuo and Zhang are old, and they are the heads of a sect. They either practice in seclusion or manage their sect. They also have to maintain their status and rarely go down the mountain.

The less one moves around, the fewer deeds one does. This is the inheritance between the old and the new, and the succession from the young to the old. The power of the statement itself will be gradually handed over to outstanding disciples such as Zhang Zhiwei and Cheng Zhen.

Before this, He Songling's senior brother Cheng Zhen, whose name was "Wei Xuanzi", was already well-known in the martial arts world. He had done many great things and dealt with many Quan Xing people.

But He Songling's reputation was soaring like he had his asshole plugged into Space X. Not only did he defeat some big sects to make his reputation soar, he even colluded with the strange sects through the Ni Sheng Group to give them money and industries, so that his reputation could be recovered and completely rooted in everyone's heart.

Yes, especially these young disciples, many of them only get every penny of their pocket money after cooperating with He Songling’s company. Some sects were unable to pay their workers and were about to go bankrupt before the spread of the Ni Sheng Group.

Under such circumstances, He Songling's reputation is so great that even Zuo Rutong can only be called "a kind and powerful senior" in front of him. As for people like Si Chong and Cheng Zhen, they are no different from little Karami. Who still remembers who they are?

Immortal Daying, Mr. Kuang Ya, Wei Xuanzi? I'm really not familiar with them. I only know Immortal Jiuxu and He Songling, the traitor of Sanyi.

"Brother He, have you met before?"

(End of this chapter)