Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

　　 Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji's words full of contempt and envy.

　　 "You broom star, you will kill your father and your mother from birth. You only know how to flatter your teacher, and your teacher will give you a lot of internal strength every day to help you resist the cold."

　　 "If those internal strengths had lost to me, I would have become a master of martial arts!"

　　 Song Qingshu gradually became more and more unpleasant, and finally talked about Zhang Wuji's parents.

　　 Zhang Wuji scolded angrily.

　　 "You can talk about me, but you can't talk about my parents!"

　　 Song Qingshu has no respect for the elders who have passed away.

　　 was even more ugly as he spoke, and while speaking, he lighted Zhang Wuji's forehead contemptuously and insultingly with his fingers.

　　 Zhang Wuji was poked into the wound, unbearable for his parents to be humiliated, and suddenly a mouth stubbornly bit the **** Song Qingshu used to point him.

　　 Song Qingshu was also caught off guard.

　　 Several Wudang disciples watched Song Qingshu's injury and hurriedly stepped forward to help. They finally worked together to pull Zhang Wuji away.

　　 When Zhang Wuji was pulled open and let go, Song Qingshu was in pain again.

　　 Song Qingshu looked at his **** that had been bitten apart, and his skin was about to be seen. His face suddenly became vicious, his expression became savage, and his heart was extremely angry with killing intent.

　　 A leap to Zhang Wuji was a kick, and he moved his internal force with this kick.

"Go to **** you!"

　　 Zhang Wuji has just finished taking a heart-protecting pill that Zhang Sanfeng left behind before retreat, so he just vomited blood and didn't get serious injuries.

　　 Several Wudang disciples immediately suppressed Zhang Wuji to prevent him from going crazy again.

　　 At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was already panicked. If Song Qingshu really maimed or killed Zhang Wuji, Zhang Sanfeng was furious and pursued that she couldn't get rid of the relationship, so she hurriedly stopped.

　　 "Brother Qingshu!"

　　 Song Qingshu was intent on killing, regardless of the hand that grabbed his injured hand and shouted cruelly: "Catch him for me, I'm going to chop off his hand!"

　　 Before Song Qingshu could move, he heard a woman's taunt on the roof not far away.

　　 "Oh, Wudang originally believed in this, so many people fight one."

　　 The voice was clear and sweet, but it fell into Zhou Zhiruo's ears and her expression changed. It would be awful if things were spread out today.

　　 "Dare to ask the above, which school of friends are you?"

　　 The masked woman in red didn't pay any attention, and instead ridiculed her.

　　 "Friend? Who knows you! Put on your clothes quickly, vixen!"

　　 When Zhiruo was said that next week, she couldn't hold her face anymore. She looked cold and stopped pretending to be friendly and tender.

　　 "If you have the courage, come down!"

　　 Xiaozhao is naturally not afraid. She was ready to help out as soon as she spoke, and she swept to the ground neatly as soon as she turned over.

　　 Zhou Zhiruo drew out the sword of the Wudang disciple next to him, and rushed forward.

　　 Song Qingshu also intended to kill people and kill the masked woman in red with Zhou Zhiruo's efforts.

　　 The cold iron chain in Xiao Zhao's hand can be used as a whip and a sword.

　　 used flexibly, but after a few moves, she forced the two into a little embarrassment.

　　 During the fight, the face towel was accidentally rubbed off, and the eyebrows and eyebrows were leaked, and the face was beautiful.

　　 Seeing that the situation is not good, Song Qingshu quickly suggested Zhou Zhiruo to go back to the room to get the Yitian sword.

　　 Xiaozhao heard this, but she liked it even more. She came to Wudang originally for this Heavenly Reliant Sword, so that she could cut off the cold iron chains on her wrist that were hard to hurt by ordinary soldiers.

　　 Seeing Zhou Zhiruo return to the room, Song Qingshu hurriedly encircled and attacked all Wudang disciples, delaying and preventing the woman in red from fleeing.

　　 Xiaozhao was beaten and walked around by a dozen people, and unknowingly broke into the Wudang Zhenwu Hall next to the small courtyard.

　　 Song Qingshu had just stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, with a slightly happy face, and said that the woman in red had entered the hall in a panic, and she would block the door and kill her.

　　 But as soon as I raised my head, I saw a real martial art about several feet high in the middle of the hall, like a person standing diagonally in his arms.

　　 Black robes, bamboo hairpins tied with hair, deep eyes are warm and moist and jade-like, and he is leaning against the arm of the Taoist statue and looking at them with interest.

　　 Song Qingshu didn't keep up, and only a dozen or so ordinary Wudang Taoists were naturally not Xiao Zhao's opponent.

　　 The chain in her hand was like a whip, and she screamed and screamed several Wudang disciples easily, and the rest of them couldn't help but retreat with fear.

　　 The woman in red has been blocked in the hall and can't run, it's not enough.

　　, on the contrary, is like the kid standing in his arms. For some reason, just glancing at him made him feel uncomfortable.

　　 Seeing that his eyes didn't show any contempt, but Song Qingshu was inexplicably angry.

　　 It feels like when people are watching a play, although the curtain above the stage is hung there, no one will pay attention to it, even if they occasionally glance at it, they will naturally skip it.

　　 This kid doesn't take himself seriously at all! It's like seeing a pillar or a bench!

　　 Just thinking about it, Song Qingshu immediately pointed the sword at the man and asked loudly.

　　 "Boy, who are you? Dare to blaspheme the Taoist statue of Emperor Zhenwu! Get out of here!"

　　 Hearing Song Qingshu calling him, Li Xiu also turned his attention away from Xiao Zhao and the Wudang disciples.

　　 "Ask who am I, then who are you?"

　　 Li Xiu stayed still, but instead asked Song Qingshu back.

　　 Hearing this, Song Qingshu's expression immediately straightened, and the corners of his eyebrows rose unconsciously, speaking out his classic lines that he had said many times.

　　 "My father is Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Swordsmen, and next is Song Qingshu, the current head of Wu Dangdai!"

　　 Instinctive reaction, Song Qingshu was completely unaware that Wudang's current power was empty and inadvertently said.

　　 He wanted to talk about his identity, and according to common sense, even if the other party is not very respectful, how can he report his family as well, but who would have thought that some inexplicable smile appeared between his eyebrows.

　　 Li Xiu looked at Song Qingshu under the idol and said this seriously, and he wanted to laugh a little.

　　 This may be a laughing point that people in this world cannot understand. After all, in the eyes of others, this is just a bit of a family background.

　　 After Li Xiu was asked just now, he also had a little bit of evil in his heart and immediately questioned Yu Song Qingshu.

　　Who is Song Qingshu? How will Song Qingshu answer? Li Xiu, who has read the novel so many times, would not know in his heart.

　　 But when Song Qingshu said the words seriously, it really didn't have a funny meaning.

　　 Li Xiu couldn't help but look weird. Isn't this a different version of "My dad is Li Gang"?

　　 Seeing that after he had finished answering, the kid stopped paying attention to him, and Song Qingshu shouted again.

　　 "Boy, are you deaf! I tell you not to blaspheme the real martial arts statues anymore, quickly roll down and kowtow to apologize!"

　　 At the same time, Song Qingshu also had a secretive headache, why would Wudang come in and stroll around after a retreat.

　　 If this matter is not handled well, how can he explain it to the masters and uncles! Maybe it will affect him to take over as the next head of Wudang!

　　 When thinking of this, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly increased in killing intent.

kill! Kill them all! Both of them have to die!

　　 And after killing Zhang Wuji's little bastard, it happened to be able to blame these two people!

　　 The dozen or so Wudang disciples of Xiaozhaohe were attracted by him and Song Qingshu and stopped fighting for the time being. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 The situation calmed down, and I felt that there was no scene to watch. Li Xiu didn't lean against the idol with a flick of his body and jumped off.

　　 The Nine Suns inside the body turned around, and Li Xiu floated down like a grass, naturally and relaxed.

　　 Seeing that the person hadn't landed yet, Song Qingshu's face flashed with a gloomy look, and immediately sent a cold sword.

　　 Li Xiu glanced sideways, but he didn't seem to see it, and let him do what he did.

　　 The sword in Song Qingshu's hand attacked like a poisonous snake, piercing the air with a sharp sound, and the angle went straight under Li Xiu's ribs.

　　 He has a measurement in his heart. If this sword is pierced directly from the left rib of the kid, he will not survive even if he has martial arts.

　　 Between the lightning and flint, Song Qingshu had already approached. Seeing the boy in front of him, he seemed to have no reaction at all, and a trace of cruelty and sarcasm could not help leaking out of his face.

　　The martial arts is so bad, and you dare to steal into Wudang, it's really looking for death!

　　 The point of the sword is close to Li Xiu's ribs! It's near!

　　 But unfortunately, I couldn't get closer!

　　 The sharp sword in Song Qingshu's hand stabbed three inches from Li Xiu's body, but it was like a thorn on the black iron and gold spirit, no more money.

　　 Instead, an overbearing internal force bounced out in an instant.

　　 First and foremost is Song Qingshu's favorite sword in his hands, and second is Song Qingshu, who looks stiff and confused in his head.

　　 "Crack, click, boom!"

　　 The sword was very clean and shattered into a few pieces and flew away. Song Qingshu was shaken upside down and flew a few meters away, hitting his body on the heavy palace pillar, and blood was spraying from his mouth.

　　 The blood mist stayed in the air, and when it landed, it turned red.

　　 The few Wudang disciples who had seen the big brother sneak attack and wanted to keep up with the help of the sword were suddenly shocked by the sight and backed away. The sword in his hand almost fell to the ground with an unsteady grip.