Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 283

"Wudang, Zhang Wuji!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't expect that just now they said that the Wudang faction disappeared, and suddenly there appeared a Wudang young man with high kung fu, who was able to subdue dozens of Haisha faction without any effort. Secretly scolded that Sun Laoqi for talking like farting!
At this moment, Ren Buyi clasped his fists and said, "So he is a disciple of Wudang sect, which one of the seven Wudang heroes did he learn from?"

Zhang Wuji cupped his fists and said, "Father, Mr. Cuishan!"

Ren Buyi was startled, glanced around, seemed to want to see if Zhang Cuishan was nearby, and then complimented: "It turns out that he is the son of Wudang Five Heroes Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Daxia, he is really a good-looking talent among all the dragons and phoenixes!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Young master Zhang has such profound skills at such a young age, it's really admirable!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The surrounding people in the arena were not stingy with all kinds of compliments, and Zhang Wuji blushed for a while because he was so exaggerated. After all, he was still young and hadn't learned the best defensive skill in the arena—the thick skin technique. Many people boasted, and it was inevitable that they would be a little bit smug.

So he cupped his fists and said to the people around him: "Everyone loves you! Wuji is just a young disciple of Wudang, so he shouldn't talk like that!"

At this time, Wang Xiaoer came over and said to Zhang Wuji: "Young Xia Zhang is really extraordinary, even the heroes of the Haisha faction are no match for you, really admirable!"

Zhang Wuji cupped his hands with a smile, and stopped talking. At this moment, he suddenly looked at Ren Buyi, frowned slightly and said, "Hero Ren, may I ask where the leader of your faction, Chen Liangchen, is? From your words, it seems that your faction has already Have you taken refuge in [Villion Palace]?"

Ren Yiyi smiled and said: "We are just the low-level disciples of the Haisha Sect. As for who the old man wants to take refuge in, it's not for us juniors to intervene!"

At this time, Sun Laoqi who was standing beside him said angrily: "Your Haisha sect is too domineering! You won't even be allowed to talk about it? Mr. Zhang is here today, let me see what you can do to me?!"

Sun Laoqi also really lost face, so he wanted to rely on Zhang Wuji's backing to regain some face.

Zhang Wuji was about to open his mouth, but let Ren Buyi's voice be gloomy and said: "Hmph, Mr. Sun, Mr. Zhang is here today. I will show Mr. Zhang some face and spare your dog's life. I hope you can control your stinky mouth from now on." , don't talk about what you have and what you don't have!"

After all, Ren Buyi waved his hand and walked towards the door first, followed by more than a dozen disciples behind him, not even looking at those fellow disciples who had been poisoned by the poisonous salt and were already dying.

But at this moment, what no one saw was that Mingjiao disciple Liu Laogou was quietly lurking behind the pillar, just waiting for Ren Buyi to come over, and if he caught him by surprise, he would strike him in the head.

Ren Buyi was startled, and tried to avoid the vital point with his body, but who knew that Liu Laogou's knife Duanfei was extremely fierce, and it was his most powerful move. Although it was just a slash, no matter it Both the speed and the strength were far beyond normal, coupled with mental calculation and unintentional, he slashed directly at Ren Buyi's neck, and then only heard a "噗嗤", and a bloody sword flew out of Ren Buyi's neck.

Looking at Ren Buyi again, with a head dangling on half of his neck, his hands were scrambling in front of his body, his appearance was really creepy, and within a moment, there was a large pool of blood under his body, And the lying one slowly fell to the ground, sobbing silently, and gradually lost his voice.

In the blink of an eye, Ren Yi, who was majestic just now, died in Huangquan.

The disciples of the Haisha sect around were all stunned, but they were stunned, and everyone in Mingjiao was not stunned. Liu Laogou hit him with a knife, let go of the handle of the knife, took out a piece of bamboo tube from behind, and threw the bamboo tube at the head. Haisha sent everyone to throw it over.

At the same time, several Mingjiao disciples beside him also threw bamboo tubes over in unison.

The bamboo tube didn't even have a lid, so it turned over in the air and sprinkled some liquid, which drenched the Haisha sect disciples all over.

"It's kerosene!" A Haisha sect disciple exclaimed after smelling it.

The other Haisha sect disciples hurriedly wanted to take off their clothes.

But at this moment, Old Dog Liu casually threw a brimstone bomb, and the small ball hit a disciple of the Haisha sect on the outermost edge, sparks flew all over the place, igniting the fire oil on that person.

Suddenly, a torchman covered in flames appeared in front of everyone.

The fire was not that big at first, but it caused the man to lose his sense of proportion. He didn't take off his clothes to protect himself at the critical moment. His own clothes, but inadvertently stained his body with fire oil, and two torch men appeared immediately.

The three of them were covered in flames and it was already difficult to rescue them, and under the severe pain of the flames, they also frantically rushed towards everyone they saw in front of them, as if they wanted to pull some backs.

But at this moment, three crossbow arrows shot through the heads of the three people, and the three died immediately. No matter how fierce the fire was, the three dead people could not be awakened.

Looking at everything in front of him, Zhang Wuji couldn't help feeling a little scared, and a little bit cruel, but most of all he still didn't understand.

The people of the Haisha faction died unjustly, in fact, they were not wronged at all. This group of people murdered and set fire to commit crimes, and they deserved their death. But when a person really dies in front of him, he will still feel uncomfortable and feel sad. And helpless.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help asking himself, is this the world?

At this time, Old Dog Liu was blocking the door, holding a few brimstone bombs in his hands, staring straight at the Haisha faction members, and the few remaining members of the Haisha faction did not dare to make any moves for fear of being careless became a fireman.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer cried, "Hero Liu, please calm down, don't burn down my shop!"

Old Dog Liu snorted coldly: "Don't worry, burn them to death at most!"

Wang Xiaoer said: "There are five or sixty people in my inn. If you accidentally miss one of them, I'm afraid that we will really become turtles in the urn and be roasted in a pot!"

Old Dog Liu didn't speak, but just stared at the Haisha faction with gloomy expressions. The two beside him were each holding a crossbow, and they were the ones who shot those arrows just now.

From this, it can be seen that Mingjiao's combat method is very different from that of people in the Jianghu. When encountering an enemy, they first use weapons to attack them unprepared, and then use the large number of people as their strength to crush the enemy in one fell swoop.

At this time, Sun Laoqi suddenly shouted: "Old Dog Liu, Mr. Zhang is still here, aren't you going to burn him to death too?!"

Who would have thought that Old Dog Liu snorted coldly: "He is your savior, not mine! When he was besieged by the Wudang faction at Guangmingding, he did not fail to kill my Mingjiao disciples!"

Sun Laoqi was dumb for a moment, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, the seven or eight disciples of the Haisha sect suddenly rushed towards the crowd, trying to sneak into the crowd, so that Liu Laogou would not dare to throw brimstone bombs and set fire.

But Old Dog Liu was always watching the movement of these people. Seeing that several people rushed towards the crowd separately, the brimstone bomb in his hand suddenly flew out and fell directly on the kerosene on the ground, and a burst of fire suddenly surged. The fire snake stretched all the way along the kerosene dropped by the Haisha sect members, the speed was like fireworks, and it suddenly pounced on the few Haisha sect disciples, and the fire engulfed them in an instant.

These people have the most fire oil on their bodies, and they burn quickly.

Almost in a few breaths, seven or eight torch men suddenly appeared in front of the crowd. The seven or eight people braved the fire and screamed, waving their hands constantly, trying to grab a life-saving straw, but almost everyone I was avoiding them, how could anyone dare to let them get close.

For a moment, the crowd in the inn was raging, and the flames ignited suddenly, but everything was messed up.

(End of this chapter)