Even a fool can see Song Qingshu's affection for Emei Zhou Zhiruo.
How could Zhao Min ignore this?
He said to Uwang Apu: "Go and bring Zhou Zhiruo from Emei."
Song Qingshu said loudly in desperation: "What do you want to do?"
The corners of Zhao Min's mouth turned up, showing a proud smile.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Song's son Shaoxia Song, who looked down upon his own death, would be worried about a woman from the Emei sect."
Song Qingshu suddenly woke up and shouted that he had been fooled. But things have already happened, and there is no way to change them.
Looking at Zhou Zhiruo walking out of the tower, she felt very regretful.
Zhao Min dropped the tea cup and strode up to Zhou Zhiruo. She couldn't stand this kind of weak and coy Central Plains woman, and she had a bad taste in teasing her.
He stretched out his right finger and lifted her chin, making a tut-tsk sound.
"What a delicate white lotus. I feel pity for it. What a pity."
He turned to look at Song Qingshu and said, "Young Master Song, do you really have the heart to watch her die?"
Zhou Zhiruo was extremely smart and immediately understood Zhao Min's intention. He tried his best to twist his jaw and break away from Zhao Min's fingers.
"Zhao Min, kill him if you want. I, Zhou Zhiruo, will never frown."
"Your life or death still depends on Young Master Song."
Zhao Min's face suddenly darkened, "Song Qingshu, let me ask you one last time, will you surrender or not?"
"I...."
If he had a choice, he would definitely die for Zhou Zhiruo.
But Song Qingshu hesitated when asked to surrender to the Mongolian Tatars.
Lu Qingyun's warning suddenly rang in his ears.
Looking at Zhou Zhiruo, even though she was extremely reluctant to give up, she had to hold back, closed her eyes and said, "Witch, needless to say, I will not surrender to the Mongolian Tatars."
Zhao Min was a little surprised. He didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so heartless and looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a joking expression.
"Miss Zhou, your senior brother Song is too heartless."
Zhao Min sat back in his chair, picked up the wine prepared by the maid and took a sip, "Uwang Apu, what are you waiting for!"
Uwang Apu drew out his short knife again and walked towards Zhou Zhiruo.
"Witch, I advise you to stop, otherwise you will end up ten times worse than Miss Zhou."
On the high wall of Wan'an Temple, Wei Yixiao, dressed in black, was squatting with his body hunched over.
Zhao Min was startled and glanced westward, "Why is Wei Yixiao here, Wuxing and others?"
"Protect the princess!"
The soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty drew their swords from their sheaths and gathered under the high wall.
The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow stood in front of Zhao Min, drawing their bows like a full moon, just waiting for an order.
Wei Yixiao's appearance here means that Huang Xing has been entangled by Mr. Lu and the leader.
While Fan Yao was happy in her heart, she blocked Zhao Min's front with her body to show her loyalty.
Uwang Apu was very embarrassed and pointed the knife at Zhou Zhiruo. He didn't know whether to take action or not, so he turned his head and looked at Zhao Min.
Zhao Min waved his hand to stop Uwang Apu's next move and looked at Wei Yixiao.
"Stinky Bat, aren't you afraid that Master Wu will come back?"
"Wuxing? Haha, it's God's blessing that he can return to Dadu alive."
"What!"
Zhao Min stood up suddenly, her mind racing. She still knew Wu Xing's strength. Zhang Wuji and others were no match, so there must be strong support.
Lu Qingyun, it must be him!
Master Ku said that he has arrived in Dadu, but does he really have the strength to fight against Wuxing?
Lu Qingyun really has this strength.
At this time, he was standing opposite Wuxing, looking at the old man with an unkind appearance.
Wu Xing was also looking at the young Lu Qingyun.
From the aura exuding from Lu Qingyun, he knew he had met a master.
He said with a serious expression: "Who are you, sir, and why do you want to be my enemy?"
"Wuxing, hand over the Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, maybe I can give you a way to survive."
After absorbing Yelu Qi's inner strength, Lu Qingyun's strength skyrocketed and his personality became arrogant.
"Just you?"
There are so many people in the Central Plains with silver-like pewter spear points that it is impossible to convince Wu Xing with just a few words.
Even if the young man in front of him started practicing in his mother's womb, he wouldn't be able to get much higher. He had to try.
Wuxing didn't talk nonsense. The blue wave ice palm exuded an extremely cold air, and the grass under his feet was all frozen.
Lu Qingyun spread his palms apart, a dragon's roar sounded, the ground in front of him cracked, gray stone weeds rotated and condensed, forming a long worm shape.
"What kind of palm technique are you doing, the insect-repelling palm technique? Haha!"
Wu Xing had seen the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique, but the difference in the shapes that Lu Qingyun condensed was so different that he couldn't help but laugh.
Lu Qingyun was also a little embarrassed. At any rate, he was almost reaching the late stage of Grandmaster. It was really ugly to create headless worms.
But it has made great progress compared to the past when there was only one internal force.
"You don't care if I'm a dragon or an insect, as long as I can defeat you, it's a good move."
Lu Qingyun pushed forward with both palms, and the headless worm engulfed Wuxing.
Not to be outdone, Wu Xing also swatted out the Bibo Ice Palm.
The coldness and the fierce palm force collided, and violent vibrations suddenly erupted.
Lu Qingyun groaned and took two steps back.
Wu Xing was knocked backwards by the impact, quickly got up from the ground, wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were solemn,
Since he came out of the mountain, Lu Qingyun is the first person he has met who can suppress him.
"Boy, who are you?"
"I am Lu Qingyun, a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect, and my nickname is Young Master Yuxiao!"
Wu Xing was very shocked.
Zhang Sanfeng is a great master, and his strength is unparalleled. It is normal for his junior disciple Baishang Taoist to die in his hands.
But I didn't expect that Lu Qingyun, the third generation of Wudang, is so powerful, and his strength has already surpassed him.
Wu Xing glanced at Xi Zhou with his peripheral vision. Not far away from him, there was Zhang Wuji watching eagerly.
I failed today!
Without any hesitation, he dashed towards the capital in a flash.
Of course, Lu Qingyun wouldn't let him leave so easily, and immediately chased after him.
Zhang Wuji simultaneously used all his strength to pursue him.
Wu Xing saw Lu Qingyun chasing him closely, so he shot back with a sinister finger.
He didn't use Yin Zhi until nothing happened, but this time he used it, it reminded Lu Qingyun.
The Six Meridians Divine Sword is an unrivaled long-range attack sword technique. Lu Qing used both hands to shoot out the Shaoshang, Shang Yang, Zhong Chong and Guan Chong sword techniques from his fingers.
Wu Xing's Yin finger could only break one sword technique, and the other three swords shot at him instantly at the speed of sound waves.
There was no explosion, only three muffled sounds. Wu Xing stopped and turned around in disbelief, "You actually know the Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
Yin Tianzheng flew from the road ahead, and his eagle claws swept across Wu Xing's neck.
"Quickly, find the antidote for Shixiang Ruanjin Powder from him." Zhang Wuji shouted loudly from behind.
Yang Xiao came to the dead Wuxing and carefully fumbled for a small medicine bottle. "Master, you know medical skills, come and see if this is the case."
