"This person is the son of Leng Qian, the "Leng-faced Mr." among the five scattered people of the Ming Cult. Try to catch him as much as possible, force Leng Qian to submit and serve me Dayuan." The leader of the monk shouted.

Song Ming, in the center of the Han River, only realized that the bearded man was Leng Qian's son. Leng Qian was known as the "Leng-faced Mr.", and was the most skilled in martial arts among the five scattered people. He was calm and never said a word of nonsense. He had a very high martial arts skills. Since he got down from Guangmingding, he organized the sects to raise troops to resist the Tartars, making a lot of noise and capturing several county towns.

"Mongolian Tartars have been able to do evil! The 'Eight Heroes of Wudang' Song Ming is here!" Song Ming went down to Wudang Mountain and saw that many Han people lived miserable lives under the rule of Mongolia and lived in dire straits. They immediately wanted to rescue them.

As soon as Song Ming finished speaking, he snatched the oars from the boatman's hand, threw them into the Han River, carried the Wudang "Ladder Cloud Zong" and walked in the air. When he fell, he just stepped on the oars he threw out, and flew away again, and had already reached the shore.

At this time, two Mongolian military officers "swoosh" two arrows shot towards Song Ming. Song Ming waved his sleeves, and two feather arrows flew out from afar. The scabbard in Song Ming's hand flew out, and immediately knocked a Mongolian military officer out with a pounce, falling into the river. A sword light flashed, and the sword cut the throat of another Mongolian military officer, and blood spurted out. Song Ming slapped out with a palm and used the Wudang Mian Palm. The Mongolian military officer whose throat was cut was directly knocked away and fell into the river. Scarlet blood immediately emerged in the position where he fell into the fall.

The two Mongolian military officers were abolished as soon as they took action. The other Mongolian military officers and the monks were shocked. When Song Ming reported to his family, they were even more frightened.

Wudang in the south, Shaolin in the north!

This shows the status of Wudang in the world. Although the Yuan Dynasty emperor repeatedly named Wudang Mountain as a holy place in the Taoist sect and Zhang Sanfeng as a real person in the protection of the country, the Wudang Sect never truly recognized it. The area within a radius of hundreds of miles was all forbidden areas of the Wudang Sect, and even the Yuan Meng could not station troops, and he would be assassinated if he did not allow it. The Yuan Dynasty was also concerned about Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts and did not dare to force Wudang.

The leading military officer shouted: "Don't be that Taoist, why stop the court from doing business? Could it be that we are not afraid that our army will besiege Wudang?"

Song Ming cursed: "The dog Tartars are coming to commit crimes again and harm good people. Why don't you get out of here quickly! Otherwise, Master Dao will send you to hell today."

The military official said, "Do you know who this person is? He is the son and grandson of Leng Qian, a five-san member of the Ming Cult. As a disciple of the Wudang Sect, if you collude with the Demon Sect, there will be no place for you in the world."

Since the Ming Cult leader Yang Dingtian disappeared, the Ming Cult has no leader and is divided into pieces. In addition, the Ming Cult has always been doing what he wants. More than ten years ago, the Ming Cult Dharma King "Golden Lion King" Xie Xun killed innocent people. I don’t know how many martial arts people died at the hands of the Golden Cult King. Especially when the monks in Shaolin were killed by Xie Xun, the Ming Cult suddenly became a demon sect that everyone shouted to beat and kill. The disciples of the Ming Cult are called thieves of the Demon Cult and the remnants of the Demon Cult.

Nowadays, good and evil are incompatible!

Song Ming sneered that the power of good and evil in the world is like water and fire, but the Yuan court is pushing it behind it. The Yuan court hopes to weaken the power of the world in this way. If the good and evil fight fiercely, there will be no extra force to fight against the Yuan.

"Dog Tartar, Dao is in charge of this matter today. Why don't you get out of here?" Song Ming shouted.

"A little Taoist priest who is ignorant, will kill you here today. Even if Zhenren Zhang comes in person, it is no wonder that I am on the head!" The monk shouted, holding a golden pestle in his hand and attacked Song Ming.

Song Ming turned sideways slightly, dodged the golden pestle, and picked up the "Longquan Sword" in his hand and shot down the golden pestle. The monk was shocked. He never thought that Song Ming's martial arts were so powerful. He quickly retreated. However, the sword that Song Ming stabbed out was round and had already moved with the flow. The monk only felt a sharp pain in his hand, and saw his right palm flying up, and a tingling bloody light of eyes.

"My hand! My hand!" The monk's face was pale, screamed in surprise, and flew backwards and smashed into the river.

"Go! Go together! Kill this little Taoist priest!" The Mongolian military officer in charge shouted in horror, obviously having some eyesight, knowing that the Taoist priest in front of him was really a master of the martial arts world. If they did not join forces to siege, none of them would be Song Ming's opponent.

Song Ming snorted coldly. His cultivation level reached the top level in the world, with thirty years of skill, and he was not afraid of these Mongolian military officers and foreign monks.

Five Mongolian military officers and three foreign monks joined forces to fight Song Ming, which only disappointed Song Ming. Although these Mongolian military officers and three foreign monks joined forces, their cooperation was messy and flaws were everywhere, and they could not bring pressure to Song Ming.

Song Ming's swordsmanship is not as superb, but he is also the first-class in the world. He lacks some experience and is not as good as those masters of swordsmanship. However, these Mongolian military officers, monks, and third-rate Jianghu, have a lot of different strengths.

"Swish~" Song Ming's Longquan sword cut off the golden pestle of the monk. Under the horrified eyes of the monk, a Wudang Mian Palm slapped out and drove the monk into the river.

The monk didn't understand the water flow and thrust in the river in horror and shouted, but at this time someone could save the monk. However, after a while, the monk sank into the river and could not die again after death.

The Mongolian Tartars suddenly seemed to be in a hurry after losing one person. In addition, the bearded man picked up a bow and arrow from the ground, shot arrows and attacked them, killing two Mongolian military officers. In just about a quarter of an hour, the Mongolian Tartars were no longer left, either corpses on the banks of the Han River or died in the river.

"Leng Jian thanked the benefactor for his life. If it weren't for his benefactor's rescue, both my father and son would have died in the Han River today!" Leng Jian held the child at this time, holding his fists and said gratefully.

"Hero Leng is polite. The Mongolian Tartars have committed many evil deeds and harmed the Han people. Hero Leng raised an army to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, and he was a righteous man." Song Ming bowed his fists and said, "Since you meet me, you will naturally not stand by and watch!"

"Oh, I regret not listening to my father's words, and being arrogant and no one was in awe. I just fell into the trap of the Mongolian Tartars and was ambushed by accident. Five thousand brothers were killed and injured. The foundation that I had built for many years was lost." Leng Jian sighed, full of annoyance.

Song Ming said: "Why should Hero Leng be so upset? Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. How can there be an ever-winning general since ancient times?"

Song Ming picked up the oars in the river, returned to his boat, handed them over to the boatman, and continued on, but in just an hour he entered the Yangtze River.
Chapter completed!