I collect gold fingers in the heavens

Chapter 47 Did I Let You Talk?

A majestic fist rushed in the air, and directly hit Miejue Shitai's Yitian sword.

Although it is just a punch, there are seven different forces in a punch, some are fierce, some are feminine, some are soft, some are soft, some are horizontal, some are straight, some are retracted.

Someone from the Kongtong faction has already recognized this boxing technique and exclaimed, "Seven Injuries Boxing!"

The power of Qishang Quan was transmitted to Miejue Shitai's body, and her blood surged immediately, causing her to retreat again and again.

His disciples Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo both supported Miejue Shitai's back and made her stop, but her face was also blue and white, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.

But at this time, a figure appeared from behind the main altar like a gust of wind and lightning, and fell into the gap between the two fighting parties, throwing punches or palms in all directions.

Whether they were members of the Ming Cult or the masters of the six major sects, they were all repelled and separated.

And at this moment, the figure stopped in front of Zhang Wuji, revealing his real body.

"Brother Qingshu!"

"Blue Book!"

"Song Qingshu!"

"Death Yan Luo!"

Voices came out from the mouths of the martial arts practitioners present.

This person, who else is not Wu Siyuan who has learned "The Great Teleportation of the Universe"?
Wu Siyuan threw Cheng Kun's body on the ground in his hand, and stood with his hands behind his back. Combined with his cool appearance and handsome appearance, he is really like a fairy.

"Who am I? So I'm a high-ranking disciple of the Wudang sect! Did the Wudang sect join forces with the Ming sect? I think that Sanfeng Daoist lived a bright and upright life..." Miejue Shitai healed his injuries and recognized Wu Siyuan's identity. He was the first to stand up and accuse him on the spot.

Wu Siyuan glanced at her indifferently, and then punched her with seven wounds.

With one punch, the shadows of seven fists appeared.

Juejue Shitai used the Yitian Sword to fight back, but he couldn't hold it left or right. He was hit by the punch on the shoulder, and seven kinds of force penetrated into the internal organs. Yu fell to the ground.

"master."

"master."

A group of female disciples of the Emei Sect immediately surrounded them.

"Did I let you talk?" Wu Siyuan said lightly, with domineering and disdain in his words, so angry that Miejue Shitai spit out another mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked!

"Qingshu, what's going on with you?" At this moment, only Wu Siyuan's father, Song Yuanqiao, dared to speak.

He stood up and questioned Wu Siyuan with a gloomy face.

Wu Siyuan smiled slightly and said, "Father, Junior Brother Wuji asked me to keep the members of the Ming Cult, and I also feel that the existence of the Ming Cult is very useful, more effective than some so-called decent sects, so after a little thought, I agreed!"

When Wu Siyuan talked about the so-called decent school, his eyes swept over the Emei School where Miejue Shitai belonged.

"Okay..." Miejue Shitai, who was being helped up by a group of disciples, was about to have a seizure when he saw Wu Siyuan's indifferent eyes sweeping over, and his heart shuddered, remembering that the first word of this son's reputation was to "kill his life" Yan Luo", I knew that this guy would kill without blinking an eye, if he said he would kill her, he would really kill her!

She is not afraid of death, but she has a secret of the Emei sect that has not been handed down, so she cannot die easily.

Thinking of this, Miejue Shitai's voice stopped abruptly, and no longer made a sound.

In the eyes of others, Juejueshi is too afraid of Wu Siyuan!

"Qing Shu, you did such a foolish thing... why don't you come back soon?" Song Yuanqiao said anxiously, although Wu Siyuan is domineering now, but he is self-declared in the martial arts.

If today's matter is not handled properly, Song Qingshu will become a demon in the martial arts world, and the Wudang faction will also be stigmatized. How will he face his master Zhang Sanfeng!
Wu Siyuan shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, father, Mingjiao is still of great use to me, I can't let the six factions destroy him!"

"Bastard, Qingshu, do you know what you're talking about? Mingjiao is such a crooked religion, and everyone in the martial arts can punish it. How dare you say that you are of great use? How can Mingjiao be of great use to you!" Song Yuanqiao was heartbroken. , the qi he had cultivated for most of his life was gone at this moment.

People from the other five major sects looked at the Wudang sect with unkind eyes, and even the disciples of the Wudang sect were deeply in self-doubt at this moment!
The people in the Ming Cult looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what value they could use Song Qingshu for!

"I know very well! Mingjiao is of course very useful! I dare to ask any sect present, except my Wudang faction, which faction dares to say that Mingjiao owes a tenth of the credit for fighting against the Yuan court and expelling the Tartars?" Wu Siyuan's eyes swept over the present, and the six major factions present were silent.

The six major sects are naturally anti-Yuan, but in this regard, none of them dare to claim to be better than Mingjiao.

Not even the Wudang faction with Wu Siyuan!

Although these major sects don't talk about it on weekdays, they know it clearly in their hearts.

People in the Ming Cult, the high-level leaders headed by the left envoy Yang Xiao of the Brightness, all looked surprised, surprised at Wu Siyuan's understanding of their Ming Cult, and at Wu Siyuan's recognition of their contribution to the Ming Cult!

"Song Daxia..." Yang Xiao opened his mouth to say something, but Wu Siyuan waved his hand to stop him.

At this time, among the six major sects, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe, with delicate features, handsome and unrestrained, and holding a folding fan, said, "Song Shaoxia! It’s true, the Mingjiao has done all kinds of bad things these years, killing my Huashan faction Baiyuan and other comrades, it can be said that it is devoid of conscience, so what should I do?”

Wu Siyuan looked at the middle-aged scribe's confident eyes and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly showed embarrassment, and the tall old man behind him stood up immediately, and said in a blunt tone, "This is the head of my Huashan sect, Xian Yutong! Hehe, the airs of the Wudang sect are getting bigger and bigger. Dare to love Song Qingshu and Song Shaoxia, except for the members of the Wudang faction, the other factions are ignored!"

"Yes!" Wu Siyuan admitted directly.

At this moment, the faces of the martial arts practitioners from the five major sects present all became very ugly.

Those who come out to play are just to live a face.

Now the face is slapped...

The tall old man had a fiery expression on his face, and was about to rush over to fight Wu Siyuan and defend his reputation, but was stopped by another short old man.

As the head of the Huashan School, Xian Yutong also felt uncomfortable, he put down his harsh words and said, "Okay, I have recorded today's shame, and I will definitely go to Wudang to ask for advice in the future!"

"Are you worthy?" Wu Siyuan didn't recognize Xian Yutong, but he remembered his deeds.

When Wu Siyuan said this, Xian Yutong's face turned blue and red.

Song Yuanqiao couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded, "Qingshu, you're going too far!"

Among those present, Song Yuanqiao and the Wudang faction were the most embarrassed.

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