Zhang Wuji saw that most of them had difficulty walking, so he checked their pulses and found that they had all been infected with Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. Although he had the antidote, he couldn't help but feel angry.
While handing the antidote to his uncles and uncles, Zhang Wuji was thinking that what Senior Brother Song did before was indeed right.
Originally, he thought that Song Qingshu's treatment of Zhao Min was a bit too much, but now it seems that it is still too kind. The group of guys in front of him are not human beings.
Zhang Sanfeng was also a person who kept his promise. He released the man when he saw the other party, and also released Zhao Min from his bonds.
Zhao Min was in a good mood. She rubbed her wrists as if nothing happened.
"Princess Princess."
Xuanming and Shenjian Baxiong said in unison.
Zhao Min smiled, walked into the crowd, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said: "Master Zhang, I haven't seen Song Qingshu for a few days. I miss him so much that I don't know where he went."
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered and he said without changing his expression: "Qing Shu is a playful kid, I don't know where he is."
Playful? I believe you, you are a very bad old man.
"Since he's not in Wudang Mountain, is it possible that he went to Dadu?" Zhao Min asked tentatively.
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "I don't know, but since Princess Zhao Min is free, why not go home and see her parents." The implication of his words was that he wanted Zhao Min and the others to get out of here and not stay in Wudang Mountain.
Unfortunately, Zhao Min just pretended not to hear and said with a smile: "No need to worry, no need to worry, you can go home anytime."
"Zhenzhen Zhang, your Wudang sect has a great cause. It must not be easy to support the entire sect. How about you join the imperial court. Then you can get a sum of money every year to improve your life. That would be great."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the eloquent Zhao Min and snorted in his heart. This girl is not real at all. She talks so nicely. She will have to act like a horse for you when the time comes.
"That's not necessary. Although Wudang only has a simple diet, it can still support the disciples of the sect." Zhang Sanfeng replied.
Zhang Sanfeng's answer made Zhao Min wrinkle her nose.
Zhao Min was originally a proud and arrogant person. Not long after she came out to work for her father, she met Song Qingshu, a martial arts expert. After being beaten by him, she couldn't help but feel admiration for Qiang, but she could see that Song Qingshu was interested in him. She didn't mean anything.
What's more, she had known for a long time that Song Qingshu and Emei Sect Zhou Zhiruo were childhood sweethearts and they were in love.
Even though she didn't care about this, after she gave the Wudang Clan opportunities one after another and was rejected by Zhang Sanfeng, she couldn't help but feel unbalanced.
"Xuan Ming, you two often say that your martial arts are good, but I don't believe it. Now I have an opportunity in front of you. Master Zhang of the Wudang Sect is known as a land god. I met him today. Why don't you go up and ask for advice on two moves? "Zhao Min turned his face and said.
"Yes, Princess."
Brothers Luzhangke and Hebiweng held weapons in their hands, took a few steps forward and stood in the center of the crowd, looking arrogantly at the crowd and said: "I have heard of Master Zhang's Tai Chi for a long time. I wonder if we can open our eyes today?"
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Luzhangke and Hebiweng and was not afraid. He had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen any battles before. He smiled calmly and said: "Of course you can."
"Master."
"Master."
Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this.
It is true that Zhang Sanfeng has a strong body, but he is still a centenarian, so how can he still fight with others.
The apprentice (disciple) is unfilial. It would be great if his martial arts skills were strong enough to resist him. Song Yuanqiao, the others and Zhang Wuji thought to themselves.
"Don't worry." Zhang Sanfeng replied, and then walked resolutely to Luzhangke and Hebiweng.
"Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng." As he spoke, I saw his hands hanging down, the backs of his hands facing outward, his fingers slightly stretched, his feet separated and parallel, then his arms were slowly raised to his chest, his left arm was half-circled, and the palms and faces formed yin palms. Turn your right palm over Cheng Yang Palm.
His movements were exactly the same as those with Song Qingshu in the woods.
Seeing this scene, Luzhangke and Hebiweng looked at each other, feeling a little timid for a moment.
However, they knew that Song Qingshu was Song Qingshu, and Zhang Sanfeng was Zhang Sanfeng. They had long known about Song Qingshu's martial arts, and his internal strength was not inferior to Guangming Zuo Shi Yang Xiao (as they thought), let alone young and strong.
Although Zhang Sanfeng has not made a move for many years, he is old and frail, how can he beat them.
Then, Luzhangke and Hebiweng looked at each other and suddenly became angry.
The deer stick man was dancing like a tiger with a deer stick in his hand. He let out a whining cry in mid-air and slammed his deer head towards Zhang Sanfeng.
The iron pen in Hebiweng's hand was like a short spear, piercing Zhang Sanfeng's heart like a sword.
Under the emergency situation, everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe and could only watch this scene blankly.
It was too late to speak, but it was too late to catch up. Zhang Sanfeng, who was still holding the deer stick, suddenly moved away the deer stick from the deer stick man, dodged the stab from the deer stick man, and then leaned into the arms of the crane stick man and struck him with a strike. The wild horse's parted mane hit Hebiweng's body.
Seeing the unpleasant palm hitting He Biweng, he was forced to take a few steps back.
After the deer stick was opened, the deer stick guest immediately threw away the deer stick. The cold energy in his palms gathered and he patted it towards Zhang Sanfeng.
As if Zhang Sanfeng didn't care at all, he slowly performed a set of knee-hugging steps. What was surprising was that each of Luzhangke's palms hit the empty space as if calculated.
This caused Luzhangke to be compressed by Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly came up with a pipa in his arms. He lunged and pushed forward with both hands. The deer stick guest was pushed to the ground like a wooden stake.
After knocking down the two men, Zhang Sanfeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. He just restored his initial momentum and looked at them calmly.
Luzhangke, who was defeated by Zhang Sanfeng, felt that this old guy was getting more and more terrifying. He thought about ten years ago when he fought against him. Although he felt that he was very powerful, he did not use this magical boxing technique.
Now he has invented Tai Chi, but he is still the same, even worse than before. He really doesn't know how to fight.
When he looked up at Zhao Min, he found that her eyes were filled with coldness, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart.
"Yeah." Luzhangke slapped his hand on the ground, and the floor tiles immediately shattered. He turned over and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng like a cannonball.
Zhang Sanfeng was not in a hurry when he saw this. He only moved his steps slightly and held the ball with both hands. When his body moved, his whole body was full of beauty.
Luzhangke struck with a palm, Zhang Sanfeng saw the opportunity and grabbed his wrist. Luzhangke made a fist with his other hand, and Zhang Sanfeng slapped him on the elbow joint.
After a few moves, Luzhangke was beaten to the point of losing his temper. Just when he thought he was going to lose, a cry of surprise suddenly came from outside the court.
