Chapter 61, Shaolin was defeated, and the Sandu Monk appeared
The various sects looked at Wudang with awe in their eyes.
So strong!
They all know that Master Miejie is too powerful, and with a Yitian Sword, they are not surprised to be able to defeat the leader of Luohan Hall.
Needless to say, the White-browed Eagle King was surrounded and suppressed by various sects, and they all knew the strength of the White-browed Eagle King.
The exception is Wu-Tang!
The Seven Heroes of Wudang are heroic heroes. Although they take many shots, they are all scum.
They knew that the Wudang Seven Heroes were pretty good, but they didn't expect that they could surpass the Shaolin warriors.
This is an empty character!
Wudang...not only Zhang Zhenren, Song Daxia, and Yu Erxia are also strong.
At this time, Shaolin Square fell into unprecedented silence.
Whether it is the various sects, the exterminator, or Wudang, the White-browed Eagle King.
No one took action again.
Their purpose is to find out what happened, not to kill Shaolin.
Now all they have to do is wait for Shaolin's reply.
Tata...
At this time, seven monks came out holding Zen staffs and clasping their hands.
"I'm waiting for seven people to fight."
As the seven people came out, many people's eyes turned cold.
Shaolin is determined not to give up.
"I'm coming from Kongtong!" The five elders of Kongtong, Tang Wenliang, Chang Jingzhi, Luo Qingyang, Elder Xian, Zong Weixia and others shouted sharply.
Jump out.
"That's troublesome." Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly to Wu Lao.
The same goes for Master Miejie, Yu Lianzhou, and White-browed Eagle King.
They can indeed fight, but there is no need. This time is not their problem, but everyone's problem.
"Isn't there the Eighteen Arhat Formation in Shaolin?" King Yin Ye stepped forward and shouted coldly.
"get out."
"I don't like you bald asses at all!"
After the words fell, the altar leaders of the Sky Eagle Sect came out.
Qinglong altar, the master of Cheng altar.
White Tiger Altar, Zhang Altar Master.
Divine Snake Altar, seal the altar owner.
Yin Wufu, Yin Wulu, Yin Wushou
Six people came out directly.
Song Qingshu watched King Yin Ye go out. Although there was no expression on his face, he felt strange in his heart.
My uncle really holds a grudge against Shaolin.
This means taking action when you find an opportunity.
"Sixth uncle, fourth uncle." Song Qingshu pushed Yin Liuxia and fourth uncle Zhang Songxi.
The two nodded slightly and took one step forward.
"King Yin Ye counts us a share."
Before Yin Ye Wang spoke, the White-browed Eagle King smiled and said, "That's fine."
The White-browed Eagle King noticed Song Qingshu's little moves before and nodded to Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly.
It's not that he doesn't believe in the strength of King Yin Ye and the Tianying Sect, but he doesn't know how strong the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation is.
The Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin are quite famous.
When Shaolin saw King Yin Ye calling for formation, his face was extremely gloomy.
The Sky Eagle Sect had killed many Shaolin disciples in Jiangnan before.
Eighteen Shaolin monks walked out directly.
"please!"
King Yin Ye has been holding back his anger ever since he was sneak attacked by the Shaolin monk.
Now I finally have a chance to take action.
He rushed in directly.
A group of people took action directly.
Eighteen Shaolin monks directly surrounded the Tianying Sect, Yin Liuxia, and Zhang Songxi.
The eighteen Shaolin monks advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and their cooperation is extremely skillful.
These people are not bad in strength, especially their internal strength.
It was fine at first, but after about 10 moves, the problem started to appear. The altar masters from the Tianying Sect didn't have enough internal strength and a lot of speed.
The Yin Ye King, the Tianying Sect, and Wudang were only nine people together.
There are eighteen people on the other side, and they are in a formation.
If King Ying Ye, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liuxia want to work together to break through one side, the other Shaolin monks will help.
The three brothers Yin Wufu, Yin Wulu, and Yin Wushou were barely able to stop a few people.
Others can barely contain one person.
The White-browed Eagle King frowned slightly, as did Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou. This Eighteen Arhat Formation was extraordinary.
"It's a stalemate!"
"The altar master of the Sky Eagle Sect can't hold on for long."
Several people have the answer in their minds.
King Yin Ye, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting also noticed it, and the attacks of the three of them were getting faster and faster.
Two people must be injured so that they cannot unite.
"left!"
Zhang Songxi shouted sharply, and Yin Liting understood Zhang Songxi's intention before he even opened his mouth.
King Yin Ye knew before that if he wanted to open the gap, he could only rely on Wudang and the two of them, so he has been paying attention.
Zhang Songxi took action, and he took action immediately.
Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting blocked the two people with their long swords, and King Yin Ye went directly to one of them.
However, they underestimated the changes in Shaolin's formation. At this moment, several other people moved over quickly.
Directly blocked the Yin Ye King's attack.
King Yin Ye and others broke through the siege, but no one in Shaolin was injured.
The two sides separated again.
"It's difficult." Zhang Songxi said in a deep voice.
King Yin Ye's face was ugly. He also knew that it would be difficult. If the altar leader of the Sky Eagle Sect could hold back a few people, they would have a chance.
But the people from Tianying Cult can’t do that.
Yin Liting and Zhang Songxi were helpless, and there was no one in Wudang.
Big brother, second brother, definitely not, that would be a bit bullying.
"Father." Song Qingshu could see the unwillingness in the hearts of his fourth uncle, sixth uncle, and uncle Ying Ye Wang.
He had seen clearly before that King Takano and others would not be able to win the Eighteen Arhat Formation if they fought again.
There is a lack of people, or a way to break through.
"I go."
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the White-browed Eagle King frowned slightly and looked at Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu is going?
Didn't Song Qingshu see the previous battle?
Just as Song Yuanqiao was about to speak, Yu Lianzhou stopped Song Yuanqiao and reached out to grab Song Qingshu's arm to explore his internal strength.
Since Song Qingshu was ready to take action, he didn't hide it.
An inner force emerged.
Yu Lianzhou was shocked, how did this kid practice, and became twice as strong as before.
Let go of Song Qingshu.
"Brother, Senior Yin, please investigate for yourselves."
The two of them started immediately and were equally surprised.
This is not the internal strength that a teenager can possess, so it’s okay to exercise it.
"Go." White-browed Eagle King said directly.
Although Song Yuanqiao was a little worried, he still nodded and took out the sword and handed it to Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu took the sword and jumped out.
high speed!
The people around were surprised. Everyone saw that the Sky Eagle Sect had no advantage over the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin.
Someone originally wanted to help, but Song Qingshu went directly.
"That's... Young Master Song."
"What a speed!"
"Wasn't he injured? He recovered so quickly?"
"This speed and internal strength are so terrifying."
"..."
King Yin Ye, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting started to drink coldly when they saw Song Qingshu arriving.
Forget it normally, why are you messing around now?
"Nonsense!"
"We can handle it."
"go back."
Zheng……
Song Qingshu did not explain, but an internal force came out of his body, and the long sword in his hand vibrated back and forth under the blessing of the internal force.
"Uncle, fourth uncle, and sixth uncle, do you think it's okay?"
At this moment, not only Yin Yewang, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting, but also other people around them had their pupils tightened.
The same is true for Shaolin.
It is impossible to achieve such a difference in internal strength. This internal strength is already comparable to that of many second-generation disciples of the sect.
Song Qingshu... has such strong internal strength.
How did this kid practice?
Wudang is amazing!
"Haha, okay, okay." King Yin Ye laughed and started again.
"Come!"
"Come!"
Others also moved, and they were fighting together again.
Because there has been an experience before, everyone dealt with it individually this time.
Song Qingshu was completely wandering.
Wherever it doesn't work, make up for it.
Song Qingshu has been looking for opportunities. His strength has indeed increased, but there is still a gap.
He must look for opportunities.
Not long after, he saw an opportunity.
A Shaolin monk's attack was aimed at the altar leader of Qinglong Hall, and Song Qingshu struck out with one step.
"Back off, I'll do it!"
At the moment of contact, the "Fei Xu Jin" of the Nine Yin Manual is used to directly relieve most of the force.
"Seal the Altar Master!"
"Flying knife!"
The altar master's flying knives were hard to guard against, and the six flying knives in his hand were shot directly. The Shaolin monk did not expect Song Qingshu to be able to withstand a single blow.
How can this be!
How could Song Qingshu be able to resist?
When he was ready to pursue again, the flying knives had already struck.
Two monks from the surrounding area came directly to support him.
"Uncle!!" Song Qingshu shouted.
"right!"
King Yin Ye was an old man in the world. He noticed that there was support over there and there were few people here, so he directly attacked one person with all his strength.
Bump...
The Shaolin monk blocked the flying knife and quickly retreated.
The moment those three people pushed back, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with a smile.
"Great run."
He did not chase those three people, but went directly to the monk who was supporting King Takano.
The sword in his hand turned in a circle, and the hilt was pointed at the man's chest.
The man punched him, and Song Qingshu felt fierce in his heart. He had to resist the blow. As long as he resisted, the monk would be dead if he gave him acupuncture points.
Once one person is missing and cooperates, the power is greatly reduced, and they win.
The two attacks hit simultaneously.
boom! !
Song Qingshu resisted the blow, and the expressions of the others changed drastically.
"Qingshu!"
"Qingshu!"
Song Qingshu noticed the changes in the others and roared angrily.
"leave me alone."
"Break the formation!"
Quickly stabilize your body and avoid attacks from other monks.
At this time, the person whom Song Qingshu used the hilt of his sword to focus on spit out a mouthful of blood. He tried to attack again and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Several people directly protected the man and quickly retreated.
At this moment, King Ying Ye had already grabbed the Shaolin monk, and with a burst of inner strength, he threw the man out.
"I'll kill you somewhere else!"
At this moment, all the other monks retreated, knowing that they were defeated.
King Yingye seriously injured one person, and Song Qingshu used strange means to prevent one person from using his internal strength, and he could only lose if the fight continued.
"Are you okay?" King Yin Ye, Yin Liting, and Zhang Songxi came to Song Qingshu's side.
Song Qingshu took a long breath and his face turned rosy.
"fine."
Everyone was relieved and looked at the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin indifferently. Let's see how they fight now!
At this time, one of the eighteen Shaolin monks clasped his hands together and said, "We are defeated."
"Young Master Song doesn't know what my junior brother is like."
Song Qingshu said: "It's okay, the acupuncture points will be clear in half an hour."
"Don't use your internal strength during this time."
"Thank you!" The Shaolin man thanked him twice.
The people around were extremely surprised to see the defeat of the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, and Song Qingshu's strength shocked them.
He resisted a Shaolin punch, but it was okay, and then faced another punch directly.
"What a profound understanding of Wudang swordsmanship."
"Yes, and there are those acupoints, so weird."
"Young Master Song is so strong!"
"right."
"How old is he?"
"The future life is terrible."
"..."
After Song Qingshu came back, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, White-browed Eagle King and others looked over curiously.
Others were surprised, and so were they.
Not only was Song Qingshu very powerful, he knew a lot of things.
Previously, I was chasing Zhang Lang in the river, using the breath-holding technique.
The next step is to relieve internal energy.
Today is the acupuncture point.
There is also a way to quickly recover from internal injuries.
"Taught by the Grand Master." Song Qingshu saw everyone's curious faces and directly pushed it to the Grand Master.
Anyway, Taishifu knew that he had met Yang Xue and learned the Nine Yin Manual.
Master Tai naturally has a way to solve it with him.
White-browed Eagle King and Yin Ye King smiled. Master Zhang had the means to understand, and everyone began to recover.
Others don't know what's going on, but the people in Wudang know that Wudang doesn't.
But they won't say anything.
Not far away, the Five Elders of Kongtong and the Seven Great Shaolin Monks and Gods were still fighting.
There was a lot of movement.
At this time, there is a lot of consumption there.
Qingshu was a little surprised by the strength of the seven Shaolin people.
No wonder these seven people in Wudang were really powerful when they wanted to fight against the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
If the five elders of Kongtong were not familiar with each other, they probably wouldn't be able to hold on now.
"Gotta lose."
Song Yuanqiao said solemnly: "No."
"Both sides will suffer losses, and the five elders of Kongtong will not allow failure."
Yu Lianzhou and White-browed Eagle King remained silent. They agreed with Song Yuanqiao's judgment.
Now everyone's eyes are focused on the battle over there.
The five elders of Kongtong really do not allow failure. They want to seek justice for their disciples.
Even if the cost is heavy, they are not allowed to lose.
I saw that two of the five elders dropped their weapons and recovered their fists.
"Seven Injury Fist!"
"not good!"
Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou's expressions changed slightly. It was unnecessary for the Seven Injury Fists to hurt the enemy and themselves.
Just as the two were about to take action, they saw a flash of sword light.
Master Miejie took the first step, and the power of Yitian directly separated Kongtong and Shaolin.
The five Kongtong elders and the seven Shaolin monks both stopped.
Master Miejie looked at Abbot Kongwen.
"Come back." Abbot Kongwen had recovered somewhat at this time, and his deep voice sounded.
The Seven Shaolin Monks returned directly to Shaolin.
Everyone looked at Abbot Kongwen and frowned.
Is Abbot Kongwen still not letting them investigate at this time?
"Shaolin really doesn't know anything about the Red Maple Forest!" Kong Wen's deep voice sounded.
Master Miejie shook his head for a while: "Master Kongwen, get out of the way."
"You guys can't stop us."
"We are only investigating the situation of Shaolin disciples and will never check anything else."
"How could Shaolin allow you to investigate?" Kong Xing shouted coldly.
Since Shaolin was founded, it has never been searched.
Now this group of people not only want to search Shaolin, but also explore everyone's inner strength.
"I really don't think I, Shaolin, can do anything to you."
"You are bullying me because there is no one in Shaolin!"
After the words fell, many people became furious. Are they bullying Shaolin?
Does Shaolin still want to show off?
"Did we deceive you into having no one in Shaolin? It was you who deceived us into having no one in our sect!"
"You guys are so majestic."
"What are you Shaolin going to do today! I will accompany you to the end!"
"Yes, that's too much!"
"..."
Master Kongwen's face turned completely gloomy when he saw how angry the various sects were.
"Everyone, Shaolin has no intention of turning against you."
The various sects sneered and had no intention of turning against each other?
This is the biggest joke.
Why didn't you say anything when you started doing it before?
Now that we can't fight, come to persuade us to make peace?
Kong Wen looked at Master Jiejie, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the White-browed Eagle King.
"The four of you will have a final battle with me, a Shaolin monk. If you lose, is it okay to just retreat?"
"Okay!" Master Miejie shouted coldly.
"I'll give you one chance, and it's the last time."
"After this time, if you are blocking me, don't blame me for waiting for me to be cruel!"
"Okay!" Kong Wen clasped his hands together and looked at the person behind him.
"Go and invite the three uncles!"
"Guilty, sinful."
"Kong Wen is incompetent, so we have to invite all the master uncles."
Hearing this, many people's expressions darkened. Did Kong Wen call him Uncle Master?
That is at least 2 generations higher than the empty character generation.
Three!
Master Miejie, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the White-browed Eagle King looked a little solemn.
No wonder Shaolin was indifferent to the various sects surrounding the mountain before.
This is a strong foundation.
At this time, everyone looked solemn, with the only exception being Song Qingshu.
He knew very well that Master Tai went to Shaolin.
When Du Zi comes out, he won't take action. At most, he will discuss solutions.
While everyone was waiting for the final battle, Song Qingshu slowly walked towards Shaolin.
He wants to put some pressure on Shaolin.
At the same time, we should give the various sects some confidence and not be intimidated by Shaolin Sandu.
"Young Master..." Qi Mu pulled Song Qingshu's hand.
Song Qing smiled: "It's okay."
Others were confused when they saw Song Qingshu passing by.
Even Wudang is like this.
Song Qingshu stopped not far from Shaolin and asked: "Master Kongwen, everyone is fine now, let's chat."
"how?"
Kong Wen glanced at Song Qingshu and said, "What does Young Master Song want to ask?"
Song Qingshu said: "Shaolin master."
"My uncle, King Yin Ye, was attacked by a monk when he surrounded and killed the Yuanzi people in Jiangnan. Have you found that person?"
Kong Wen's face looked a little ugly: "I didn't find it."
Song Qingshu did not ask for the reason: "You have all seen the strength of my uncle Yin Yewang and Yin Wufu, the three brothers. How many people in Shaolin do you think can do it?"
"A poor monk can't do it." A monk said.
Then others spoke.
"Not even a poor monk."
"..."
Kong Wen said in a deep voice: "I know people with such strength. In Shaolin at that time, these could be found."
"I don't have to hide it."
Song Qingshu continued to ask: "What about when Hong Maple Forest was attacked?"
"Are all the Shaolin masters in Shaolin?"
"Yes!" Kong Wen said.
Song Qingshu turned to look at the White-browed Eagle King and shouted: "Grandpa, how strong are the Five Disciples of the Ming Cult, Zhou Dian and Monk Peng together?"
The White-browed Eagle King knew what Song Qingshu meant by asking.
"According to the original situation, the strength of the person who attacked you is not inferior to mine."
Song Qingshu turned to look at Master Kongxing: "Master Kongxing, you have fought against my grandpa, is there such a master in Shaolin?"
Kongxing clasped his hands together: "Except for the three uncles who have been stationed in Shaolin all year round, no one can have this strength."
Song Qingshu said with some curiosity: "You Shaolin couldn't find the person who attacked my uncle, and you Shaolin masters didn't move!"
"There are nine people on the attack side of the Red Maple Forest. Nine people know how to use the Vajra Finger, and you don't know it."
"The one who attacked me before was a master who could rival my grandfather. You don't have such a person in Shaolin, and you don't know."
"Let's do the math, these are some masters."
"One for my uncle, nine for the red maple forest, and the one who attacked me, there are eleven together."
"Together, this group of people seems to be no worse than your Shaolin team."
"Of course... metaphor, metaphor."
"Master, please stay away."
"If Shaolin really doesn't know anything, I'm very curious. It's rare that there is a Shaolin in other places."
"There are a lot of experts here."
"What do you think?"
Song Qingshu's voice was loud, but everyone present heard it.
11 masters! There is also a master who can rival the White-browed Eagle King.
Many people were lost in thought. According to the descriptions of injured disciples from various sects, the group of people who attacked were very strong.
Calculating this, if Shaolin didn't have the last three uncles, the strength of that group of people would be no worse than Shaolin.
But think about it on the other hand, if those people are really from Shaolin, then how powerful Shaolin is.
"What do you want to say, Young Master Song?" Kong Wen looked at Song Qingshu with a deep look.
Song Qingshu smiled calmly: "Master, I don't want to say anything. I don't like Shaolin very much."
"Well, I really don't like it."
"Whether it's because of my master, my third uncle, or myself, I don't like it."
"I just want to know an answer, it's that simple."
"I'm just reminding you, if it's not done, let us check."
"Don't make it embarrass everyone in the end."
After a slight pause, Song Qingshu looked directly at Master Kongwen, and then took a look at the confidence and pride in Shaolin's eyes.
A cold voice rose.
"It's true that you, Shaolin, are the masters of martial arts, and so am I, Wudang."
"You have three master uncles, and I also have a grand master behind me."
"This time my grandpa, father, second uncle, and Shi Tai will be fine even if they lose."
"If we lose, we lose. We admit it."
"We can wait at the foot of the mountain until my great master comes!"
"You are not afraid of embarrassment and seeking embarrassment from the older generation, and I am not afraid of embarrassment. Even if I kneel down, I will kneel down the Grand Master and come to Shaolin."
"If you want to fight to the death, we will fight to the end!"
"I don't believe it anymore. This time you, Shaolin, are wrong and you are justified!"
At this moment, both Shaolin and other sects took a breath.
This Song Qingshu is a ruthless person, he would even bring Master Zhang to Shaolin on his knees.
This is preparing to fight to the death with Shaolin.
Looking back, everyone can understand.
Song Qingshu has such a normal temperament at his age.
Song Qingshu really almost died.
He was attacked and killed by a master who was comparable to the White-browed Eagle King. He was really lucky to survive.
At this moment, everyone was much less worried about Kong Wen's search for the three uncles.
There was a dazzling light in his eyes.
Song Qingshu is right, it’s okay if you lose, just wait!
Wait for Master Zhang to come and fight again!
They didn’t believe that they could still lose with the addition of Zhenren Zhang!
"What answer does Young Master Song want?" At this time, a deep voice came from Shaolin.
This is not a shout, but comes entirely from within.
The tone was extremely calm, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
"Retreat!" The White-browed Eagle King heard the voice and moved for an instant. His figure flashed past at an extremely fast speed and brought Song Qingshu back to protect him behind him.
He looked into Shaolin with solemn eyes.
Such inner strength is definitely not simple.
"Master!"
Yu Lianzhou and Song Yuanqiao looked at each other with judgment in their hearts.
They might really want to go back to find their master as Qingshu said.
The various sects were extremely surprised by the visitor's internal strength.
So strong.
Xinsheng secretly became vigilant.
In the shocked eyes of everyone.
In the Shaolin Temple, three people wearing dark gray monk robes slowly walked out.
The sleeves are wide, and the word "Buddha" is embroidered on the right chest of the monk's robe.
Everyone in Shaolin saluted.
"I've met Uncle Master!"
"I've met Uncle Master!"
"I've met Uncle Master!"
"..."