result……

"Bang, bang, bang~"

As soon as several disciples rushed forward, they were knocked to the ground by Zhang Wuji.

No, this must be a dream!

Song Qingshu rubbed his eyes in disbelief and pinched his thighs.

"Senior Brother Qingshu, don't force me!"

Zhang Wuji said to Song Qingshu, then turned around and left.

Now, Song Qingshu came to his senses and his anger surged. He didn't care about why Zhang Wuji suddenly became stronger, and rushed up like a whirlwind with his fist.

"You little beastman dare to contradict me?"

A punch hit him fiercely.

"Bang~"

Zhang Wuji suddenly fell down and took the punch.

At present, his Nine Yang Divine Art has reached the second level. How could Song Qingshu's martial arts be hurt?

On the contrary, Song Qingshu's arms were sore and numb that he took two steps back.

"This...how is this possible?"

Song Qingshu widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

Then he went crazy and shouted: "I understand. It's the master. It must be the master who will teach you the merits. I don't accept it. Why should the master who will teach you this little beast?"

When Zhang Wuji heard the name "little beast" again, his anger broke out completely.

"If you have revenge, if you have revenge, if you have revenge..."

"Your tolerance will only make your opponent think you are weak and can be bullied..."

"Especially Song Qingshu, if he punches you, you will get two punches and three punches..."

My father's words echoed in his ears again.

"Bang!"

Zhang Wuji had to go forward, kicked Song Qingshu over to the ground, and then rushed forward and rode onto the other party.

"Play..."

"You are the little beast!"

"Play..."

"Baby, little mischief!"

"Play..."

"Let you bully me again..."

"Play..."

The disciples who fell to the ground were stunned and forgot to turn over and forgot to strike up.

Fortunately, Song Qingyun's roar before attracted an elder in the sect.

Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but look so scared that he looked blue and white, and quickly ran over.

"Wuji, Wuji, stop beating, Qingshu is already faint..."

That's right, Song Qingshu has indeed fainted at this moment.

Most likely, I was embarrassed, angry and anxious, and fainted just now.

Just as Mo Ziming taught, Song Qingshu was beaten so hard that he couldn't even recognize his mother, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

...

"What? Zhang Wuji knocked Song Qingshu out?"

This news was soon spread among the three generations of Wudang disciples, which shocked and suspicious.

"The news is correct. There were four junior brother Jin and the others who were knocked down at that time."

"Impossible? When did that kid Zhang Wuji become so capable of fighting?"

"Haha, do you need to guess this? He has disappeared for more than half a year, and it must be the master who passed on the merits to him."

"What kind of ability does that kid have? Senior Brother Qingshu is the only son of the master..."

The disciples only thought that it was Zhang Sanfeng who passed the skills to Zhang Wuji. How could they guess that Zhang Wuji had already practiced the magic skills?

Song Yuanqiao must be unhappy when his son was beaten into a pig's head.

First, I feel sorry for my son, second, I feel embarrassed that something like this happened.

However, Zhang Sanfeng summoned several disciples in time and ordered that the matter was not investigated.

He also left Song Yuanqiao alone to scold him, asking him to discipline Song Qingshu well, and told him about the fact that he had seen Song Qingshu humiliate Zhang Wuji with his own eyes.

In this way, Song Yuanqiao naturally had nothing to say.

After this incident, the relationship between the three generations of Wudang disciples began to undergo subtle changes.

Zhang Wuji became the leader faintly.

In a word, the more he was in the past, the more glorious he is now.

In the past, everyone thought that Song Qingshu would definitely be the third-generation leader, but now... I'm afraid I have to stand aside.

Most people are so realistic.

...

Time flies.

Before he knew it, Zhang Wuji grew up.

At this time, three major events that caused a sensation:

The first thing: Song Qingshu and several confidants betrayed Wudang and surrendered to King Ruyang. Song Yuanqiao was so angry that he almost committed suicide and died to thank the world.

The second thing: Zhou Zhiruo, the close disciple of Master Miejue, went to Wudang to get the Yitian Sword by his master's order.

The third thing: Zhang Cuishan and his wife, who had been missing for many years, suddenly appeared in a small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

For a time, the world was in turmoil and many people began to get ready.

This group of people dared not take the idea of ​​the Yitian Sword, but the Dragon Slaying Sword... can be thought about.

In the world, only Zhang Cuishan and his wife knew about Xie Xun's whereabouts. Naturally, this group of people began to flock to Wudang again.

However, this time it was not as big as the last time the five major sects gathered together.

The result was that he was raised to the mountain with his head and chest raised, and was beaten to the point of rolling down the mountain like a broken dog.

Today is different from the past.

Now Mo Ziming has achieved great success in the Nine Yang Divine Arts and has reached the ninth level of "Nine Yangs in the Sky".

Although this body is not a boy's body, it affects the power of the Nine Yang Divine Art.

But even so, you have rarely encountered opponents in the world.

Not to mention, he also practiced Tai Chi to a state of superb level.

This time, Mo Ziming used Tai Chi to fight against those who asked about Xie Xun's whereabouts, and almost no one could take over his three moves.

In this way, Zhang Wuxia's reputation has become even more famous, making many gangsters no longer dare to act rashly.

A few days later.

Zhou Zhiruo came to the Zhenwu Hall of Wudang.

"Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo, see Zhenren Zhang!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and asked, "Mijue's anger is not that big, right?"

"My teacher devotes himself to studying Buddhism and his cultivation will naturally go to the next level."

"Well, Miejue received a disciple like you, so she will be lucky~"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled with relief.

Then he turned his head and ordered: "Wuji, take out the Yitian Sword and return it to her."

"Yes, Master!"

Seeing Zhang Wuji walking over with a sword, Zhou Zhiruo looked like peach blossoms and her eyes were as watery. She deliberately did not reach out to take the sword, but asked in a delicate way: "Are you the young master of Zhang Wuxia?"

Zhang Wuji's heart was beating wildly, his face was hot, and he didn't dare to look at the pair of hot eyes. He stuttered: "Yes...yes, my name is Zhang Wuji."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wuji."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled sweetly and was about to reach out to take the sword.
To be continued...