"Dad! Dad, please save me! I am your son, please open your mouth and save me!"
Seeing Li Zhige walking step by step, Song Qingshu was trembling both physically and mentally. He hated Li Zhige because Li Zhige was Junior Sister Zhou's enemy.
But when he met Li Zhige for the first time, Song Qingshu found that there was no hatred in his heart at all, but only fear.
In the martial arts field, everyone looked at Song Qingshu's embarrassed appearance, and it was complicated for a moment.
Zhang Zhenren has dominated the world for a long time and is recognized as the best in the world in martial arts.
Each of the Seven Heroes of Wudang has a small name in the world of martial arts.
But when it comes to Song Qingshu, he doesn't look like a Wudang disciple.
Li Zhige came to Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu was enveloped in shadow.
Song Qingshu did not dare to look at Li Zhige. His lips trembled, his voice trembled, and he said harshly, "Li Zhige, they say you are the second best to Master Zhang. I don't agree that you can be compared with Master. Is this wrong? Are you Do you think you are the second best Zhang Zhenren?"
Li Zhige's expression was calm and he said in a deep voice, "There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years."
"The last hundred years in the world of martial arts are the era of Zhenren Zhang. No one can doubt this. But Li does not need to be compared with Zhenren Zhang, because Li will climb over the mountain of Zhenren Zhang and give this century of martial arts the title of Li Zhige name."
"No matter what opinions you have against Mr. Li, you should not insult Mr. Li's friends at Shenquanmen. Mr. Li spared your life and took your martial arts skills, and you have already given Zhang Zhenren face. If it were not for Zhang Zhenren's face, , Li will kill you here today.”
As he said that, under Song Qingshu's horrified gaze, Li Zhige raised his palm.
"No!"
"Don't destroy my martial arts!"
"Li Zhige, I was wrong. I was wrong. Isn't it okay? If you spare me, you will spare me this time. I promise never to appear in front of you again."
"Don't come over, don't come over!"
Song Qingshu was so frightened that he fell to the ground. He kept kicking his legs back and begged Li Zhige.
Seeing that Li Zhige was unmoved, Song Qingshu looked at Song Yuanqiao and the others and shouted sternly, "Father, second uncle, seventh uncle, please save me. Stop him quickly. I don't want to become a cripple!"
Song Yuanqiao clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead were squirming. He tried his best to restrain himself and not let himself take action.
Song Qingshu is his biological son after all!
But he couldn't take action because Song Qingshu was the first to be rude. As the leader of Wudang, not only could he not take action, he could not even ask for mercy. Once he pleads for mercy, rumors will spread in the world that Song Yuanqiao is protecting his son.
As the leader of Wudang, he cannot let Wudang's reputation be damaged.
Yu Lianzhou shook his head and sighed, unable to bear to turn his head. After all, he had watched Song Qingshu grow up.
"stop!"
"Master Li, just teach Qingshu a lesson. It would be too serious to abolish his martial arts."
Mo Shenggu was still very young. After all, he couldn't calm down and couldn't just watch Song Qingshu's martial arts being ruined.
Seeing Mo Shenggu walk out of the crowd, Song Yuanqiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Qingshu saw the savior and cried, "Uncle Qi, you love your nephew the most. You must save your nephew. He doesn't want to become a useless person."
Li Zhige shook his head, unmoved.
Mo Shenggu, Mo Shenggu, if the plot trajectory does not deviate, do you know that you will die at the hands of your most beloved nephew in the future?
Li Zhige raised his palm and pressed it against Song Qingshu's lower abdomen.
"Li Zhige, I tell you to stop!"
As Li Zhige pressed out his palm, there was a clang of swords, and Mo Shenggu jumped out, trying to force Li Zhige to withdraw his palm.
However, when the long sword struck Li Zhige three feet away, it was blocked by an invisible force, leaving Mo Shenggu stagnant in mid-air holding the long sword.
Snapped!
With a soft muffled sound, Li Zhige pressed his palm on Song Qingshu's lower abdomen.
Song Qingshu's mouth was bleeding and his face was gray.
Feeling the empty Dantian, he sat on the ground in despair, like a vegetable.
Mo Shenggu fell to the ground, he looked at Li Zhige with a gloomy face, and said coldly, "What a divine fist Li Zhige!"
"Qingshu! Qingshu! How are you?"
Quickly walking to Song Qingshu's side, Mo Shenggu pulled up the lost Song Qingshu, his eyes full of concern.
Song Qingshu turned around, crying and laughing, "Uncle Qi, my martial arts has been abolished, Qingshu has become a useless person."
Song Yuanqiao walked out and looked at Song Qingshu. There was no emotion or anger on his face, and he said calmly, "Follow me back to Wudang."
After saying that, Song Yuanqiao strode out of the Divine Fist Gate without looking back.
Mo Shenggu supported Song Qingshu and followed Song Yuanqiao without looking back.
Yu Lianzhou let out a long sigh and cupped his fists towards Li Zhige, "Master Li, it seems we can't be friends anymore. Yu takes his leave."
Seeing several people from the Wudang Clan leaving, everyone in the martial arts arena whispered.
Li Zhige didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "Dear friends, something like this happened today and disturbed everyone's interest. It was because of Li's poor hospitality."
"Li punished himself with three bowls, please don't blame me."
As he spoke, Li Zhige stretched out his hand to grab three large bowls, filled them with wine, and poured the wine down his throat one after another.
Gudonggudong!
With his Adam's apple bulging, Li Zhige put down the bowl and his chest became wet.
"good!"
"Master Li has a huge number of disciples. We respect Master Li."
Soon, all the people in the world forgot about the unpleasantness just now.
Deng Yu of the Iron Sword Sect was a young swordsman. He was not in high spirits. He walked out worriedly with a wine bowl in hand, and said to Li Zhige, "Master Li, it's all our fault. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't have taken Wudang to the throne." Pi was offended."
After Deng Yu finished speaking, several more Jianghu people came out with apologetic faces. They were all the people who had just clashed with Song Qingshu.
"Master Li, what happened today is all because of us. We will go to Wudang tomorrow to explain the matter clearly. We will never let Master Zhang blame Master Li."
Li Zhige shook his head and smiled at everyone, "Brothers, you don't have to be like this. You were invited by Mr. Li to come to the Divine Fist Sect. How could Mr. Li let you be humiliated?"
"With Master Zhang's magnanimity, he would not blame Li. Brothers, don't worry about Li."
"Come on, drink!"
"Everyone must eat well and drink well, and don't come home until you're drunk. If anyone doesn't have a good time, he doesn't regard Li as a friend."
"Master Li..."
"Master Li, from today onwards, Iron Sword Sect Deng Yu will only look after you. From now on, if you are called upon to do anything, Deng Yu will go through fire and water without hesitation."
"Master Li, the same goes for Yang Xiong. From now on, if you give orders, the White Horse Gang will not dare to disobey."
"Master Li, thank you for looking up to the certain family and treating the certain family as a friend. The certain family will put the word here today. From now on, whoever dares to disrespect the leader of the Li family in the slightest, the certain family will fight with his life."
Looking at the tall and high-spirited figure, Deng Yu, Yang Xiong and others suddenly felt that the figure was a bit taller. They couldn't help but shed tears in their eyes, and even their voices became choked with sobs.
Seeing Li Zhige mingling with a group of Jianghu people, Yin Tianzheng stood in the distance and whispered softly, "There are talented people in Jiangshan, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years. In this era, maybe we really need to change our name to God." Quan Li Zhi Ge."
Mr. Tieqin He Taichong didn't know when he came to Yin Tianzheng's side. He couldn't help but echoed, "Zhenzhen Zhang is getting old after all, and one day he will fly to the west. In the future martial arts, who will mention the magic fist Li Zhige? How much respect?"
Han Maofei was holding the wine jar, his old cheeks were rosy, looking at the tall and high-spirited figure from a distance, he couldn't help but giggle and said, "Junior brother, the Divine Fist Sect has been revitalized."
