The hundred damage Taoist was more and more frightened in the Vietnam War. He wanted to fight with song Qingshu by relying on his skill for decades. As a result, the opponent's palm power was not as strong as it was real, but he didn't fight hard with him. Most of the strength of the hundred damage Taoist hit the void, and several times he was even taken advantage of by the opponent's palm power.

After more than a dozen rounds, baishang Taoist felt pain in his chest. He was tired and nauseous. Obviously, he had suffered a slight internal injury. After hearing Zhao Min's words, baishang jumped out of the battle circle and said proudly, "since the princess spoke, I will spare your life today."

Seeing him dead, song Qingshu smiles and is not interested in exposing his lies.

"This time, the princess is also a peace envoy of the Song Dynasty. If something happens that leads to the failure of the peace negotiation between the two countries, and the loss of life, you will be guilty." Zhao Min chuckles at Xuancheng.

Xuancheng's face was very blue. After a short fight just now, he knew that it was impossible for him to take Zhao Min's life. At this time, when he heard that Zhao Min was oppressing him with the peace between the Mongolian great Song Dynasty, how dare he risk the world's great injustice and carry this black pot? With a cold hum, he turned and left.

"Mr. Song has a large number of adults. He was expelled from the gate wall by Wudang school, and his channels were broken by Yu Erxia. Today, he was eager to stand out for Wudang. Tut tut..." when Zhao Min turned to leave and passed by song Qingshu, he suddenly shook his head and sneered. His tone was full of sarcasm, as if he was laughing at the fool in front of him.

Song Qingshu was stunned, but suddenly saw Zhao Min blink his right eye quietly when people didn't pay attention to him. Zhao Min's gorgeous face with cunning micro expression seemed to be in full bloom. Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling.

Song Qingshu laughs knowingly and says in a loud voice: "song used to go astray, so he should be punished for it. He can't blame others. Although taishifu expelled me from Wudang, song grew up in Wudang. Seeing the elder of his school in danger, there was no reason for him to sit back and ignore me. "

When Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting looked at each other, they could see the moving color in each other's eyes. Zhang Songxi was even more excited and grabbed song Qingshu's arm: "Qingshu, the Master heard that you assassinated the tartar emperor alone a few days ago, but he praised you very much. His old man said that knowing your mistakes can improve things. He also said that he had taken his eyes and misunderstood you."

Yin Liting also said: "yes, elder martial brother has been depressed all these years. When he heard the news that you assassinated the Qing emperor, he showed a smile for the first time. Qingshu, please go back to Wudang school to see your master and your father sometime."

Song Qingshu has a headache. He doesn't know that this is the signal that Wudang school is willing to re record him. But song Yuanqiao is the last person he wants to see in the world. He's not interested in recognizing this cheap father.

With Zhao Min's help this time, he got rid of the bad reputation of Wudang school. Song Qingshu was satisfied. As for recognizing his ancestors and returning to their ancestors, he must be grateful.

Song Qingshu has his own plan, but he doesn't want to be constrained by several elders without any reason. What's more, Wudang sect, as a great warrior in the Wulin, should always pay attention to this and that. Song Qingshu can't stand those rules.

In addition, although he saved Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting this time, the seven swordsmen Mo Shenggu really died in his own hands. The seven swordsmen of Wudang are brothers and sisters, so it's hard to avoid a thorn in their heart.

With the rapid development of his mind, song Qingshu had an idea in mind. He took a word dragging formula and said some ambiguous words. At last, the two heroes were satisfied and returned to their seats.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother song has improved a lot in martial arts." When Murong Fu just entered the arena, he saw song Qingshu's fight with the hundred damage Taoist. His heart suddenly surged. He was a villain, but he still couldn't stop him from participating in the Golden Snake meeting. If he really wanted to win against him, his hope of winning was really slim.

Although Murong Fu was angry in his heart, he had a smile on his face, as if he had never done anything to obstruct him secretly.

Song Qingshu looks at Wang Yuyan beside Murong Fu with a smile on her face. She looks embarrassed and hesitant. She can't help laughing. It seems that Wang Yuyan didn't tell her cousin what happened to her that night. Murong Fu still thinks that she doesn't know what he did

"Mr. Murong, I'm flattered," Song Qingshu said, as if nothing had happened. "Thank you for your help to find the trace of Murong Jingyue some time ago. I'd like to thank you for this matter."

Listening to their respective greetings, Wang YuYan's face was so red that she was about to drip out of the water. She wanted to have a crack in the ground to get in directly. I don't know why she didn't tell Murong Fu what happened to song Qingshu that night, which made her cousin so ugly today. But now, she has to keep silent

"Young Xia song really has a wide circle of friends. He is very happy to talk with the old demons such as western drugs, Xingxiu Laoxian and Duan Yanqing. Even beiqiaofeng and nanmurong are childe friends." Huang Rong looks at this handsome young man curiously. With her intelligence, Rao Shi can't figure out why song Qingshu has changed so much in just one year.

Song Qingshu smiles: "I just like to make friends."

Seeing that he didn't mean to go on, Huang Rong secretly scolded the little fox and didn't reveal any clues to himself. But the Golden Snake meeting was about to begin, and Huang Rong had to lean down to say goodbye.

"People have come so far, do you still see?" Zhou Zhiruo said with jealousy.

Song Qingshu's face turned red. He took back his eyes from Huang Rong's swaying back and said, "Mrs. Guo is a chivalrous woman respected by everyone in the Wulin. Zhiruo, it's too abrupt for you to say that."

Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly: "others don't know you. I don't know you yet. The idea you gave Yang Guo is obviously your own real idea."

Song Qingshu was embarrassed: "keep your voice down, keep your voice down. It's hard for me to establish a good reputation in the world."

"Yes, it's Zhao Min, the enchantress who helped you." Others don't know the relationship between Song Qingshu and Zhao min. how can Zhou Zhiruo not be clear? At a glance, she can see that Zhao Min's sect's attack on Wudang's two swordsmen is just to give song Qingshu a chance to help each other.

Just now, the two people's eyes were not hidden from Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. Zhou Zhiruo thought bitterly: it's not shameful to cast her eyes like that. Why do you always want to rob men from me!

"Hey, you won't be taken away by some old monster, will you?" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly raised her head suspiciously and stared at Song Qingshu.