Chapter 145, Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xue arrive

Chapter 145, Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xue arrive

"yes!"

Jing Bufan also recognized Song Qingshu's strength.

The example of Wudang Master Zhang is there. From the time Song Qingshu transformed from Shaolin, Yuan Shi was paying attention.

Wudang Kung Fu becomes more powerful as it reaches later stages.

Song Qingshu is now several decades ahead of the original Zhang Zhenren.

Twenty years later, they don't know what Song Qingshu will achieve.

"So, what do you want to say?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile.

"Zhang Wuji can't die, that's enough for me."

Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu and shook his head slightly: "Don't delay."

"No need."

"The fighting over there is continuing. You know very well that the Central Plains is at a disadvantage and people will die."

"You know the weight between a top master and a group of ordinary masters."

"Zhang Wuji can leave it alone, I won't deny it."

"You don't have to care if Yang Xue isn't here. There aren't many people you care about, and we know that too."

"Where is Youlan Zhuya?"

"The strength of the four girls is not very high. They mainly focus on combined attacks and formations. They don't have enough internal strength."

"Even if it's four versus four, they will definitely lose in the face of the clear sea."

"In the current situation, they will not leave at all, and the final result will definitely be death."

"Nangong Ping, the reckless Shangguan Yinghao, the butcher Du You, and Master Kongwu may be able to persevere."

"It's impossible for Youlan Zhuya."

"You know this better than I do."

"Huh..." Song Qingshu's eyes became serious. He was worried about Youlan Zhuya.

The four-girl group is not bad together, but their shortcomings are also obvious and their internal strength is not enough.

Interception is possible, but if it's really a fight to the death, it's difficult.

At this time, the battle below has begun.

The breeze blew against Song Qingshu and Jing Bufan.

Neither of them made a sound.

Everything that needs to be said and discussed has been discussed, and in the end it is the choice.

Jing Bufan had scruples in his heart. He knew very well what would happen if these Yuanshi elites and masters all died.

Very troublesome.

Song Qingshu was worried about the Central Plains, and the Yuanshi's preparations exceeded his expectations.

A top player is too important.

Although he didn't know how many there were in the Central Plains, he was certain that there weren't many.

This is not Chinese cabbage, it requires countless years of accumulation.

For example, in his generation, so far, there is only Zhang Wuji and himself.

The previous generation included grandpa White-browed Eagle King, Yang Xiao, and second uncle Yu Lianzhou.

Grandpa, White-browed Eagle King, is old and not easily active.

Yang Xiao has been busy with trivial matters, so his strength is a bit slow. Maybe he can stay quiet for a few years.

The second uncle Yu Lianzhou was stronger than his father, and became stronger as he went on.

Other than that, no one else is good at all.

The chances of top players appearing are too rare.

As long as Youlan Zhuya has time, she will definitely be the pillar of the future martial arts world.

"Let those people go?" Song Qingshu stood up and looked at the battle below.

He was unwilling to give in.

The elites of the Five Thousand Yuan Chamber, plus the two elders Xuan Ming, A Da, and the Vajra Sect, these are not ordinary masters.

A master is not a cabbage, it takes time to accumulate.

As long as these people are killed this time, there will be less trouble in the future.

There will be less obstacles in Zhang Wuji's rescue of the five major sects.

But... what should the top masters from the Central Plains do?

Is it worth it for Youlan Zhuya to trade for these pieces of trash?

Even if all four girls didn't die, he felt it wasn't worth the death of even one.

"Maybe I have other ways." Song Qingshu suddenly showed a cold light in his eyes and turned to look at Jing Bufan.

"Jing Bufan...do you want to risk your life?"

"If I kill you, I can get through!"

The long sword in Jing Bufan's hand was inserted directly into the ground, looking directly at Song Qingshu, ready to fight at any time.

"You can't kill me in three hours."

"Or we can't tell the winner."

"Even if you win and you are seriously injured, I will never let you pass until I die. Don't doubt my determination."

"Song Qingshu, you have to make a choice."

"Either I watch Youlan Zhuya die, or I let the people below go."

"You have no choice!"

Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan indifferently, knowing that what this guy said was true.

To become the top master of Yuanshi, one must have a certain level of consciousness.

Even someone like him who doesn't care much about justice will fight to the death if something like this happens.

This is not just righteousness, but the pride of a warrior.

"You don't have much time." Jing Bufan's deep voice sounded.

"Conditions remain unchanged."

"I can tell you where the five major sects are."

Song Qingshu said indifferently: "Xuan Ming and I must die, and Ah Da must die!"

"As many war horses as you have, you can leave as many people as you want, and everyone else will die!"

"Impossible!" Jing Bufan responded directly.

Song Qingshu sneered: "Impossible! Okay!"

"Then let's just waste it!"

"I don't believe it. Zhongyuan and Yuanshi have been in a stalemate for so many years. Zhongyuan doesn't know what your Yuanshi is doing."

"Don't play tricks on me. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking."

"You've talked so much nonsense, but the only thing you're right about is that Youlan Zhuya doesn't have enough internal strength to fight for a long time."

"I am indeed worried about Youlan Zhuya, so I give in."

"I'm sure there will definitely be people coming from the Central Plains. As long as no one dies in front, there will definitely be no problem in the back."

"There are many of you here, and I'm not stupid. It was a month ago when I told Youlan Zhuya about the Wudang situation."

"They also went to find someone."

"It can't be twelve!" Jing Bufan sneered.

"Someone still dies!"

"Death!" Song Qingshu laughed, and his laughter was extremely crazy: "If you die, you will die, who will not die?"

"But I'm sure it's not Youlan Zhuya who died."

"You Yuanshi all know to keep you, and Zhongyuan knows to keep me."

"The older generation is betting on the future, betting on our future."

"So, I am sure that it is very likely that someone else will die, an older generation."

"Youlan Zhuya is young, they will have a future in the future."

"They can't die!"

Jing Bufan's face changed slightly. This was the first change in his face since he saw Song Qingshu.

"Is it worth it for top experts to trade for these people?"

"It's worth it!" Song Qingshu shouted coldly: "I'm going to kill the two elders Xuan Ming."

"They almost killed me back then!"

"As for the other people in the Central Plains, they will die if they die. It's none of my business. I don't even know them."

"You have investigated me and you should know who I am."

"I'm just selfish!"

"I don't deny it! I never thought I was great, and I don't want to be that kind of person."

"Since they choose to fight hard, it means that what I am doing here is worth their efforts."

"I respect them."

"Although I have never participated in such things as hiding the martial arts, I am not stupid."

Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu in front of him, his eyes solemn as never before.

This man... is so crazy.

In other words, it is too selfish, and this is not the choice of normal people.

Between the top masters, a few ordinary masters, and the elite Yuan soldiers, everyone knows how to choose.

Definitely a top player.

The top masters can stabilize the situation. No matter how the Central Plains collapses, the top masters are the pillars that make Yuanshi worried.

Once too many top masters die, the Central Plains Wulin may be doomed.

"You are a different kind!"

"Thank you." Song Qingshu sneered: "Just call me selfish."

"I do not mind."

"You don't let me choose now, I let you choose."

"Two elders Xuanming and Ada must die."

"You still have more than a thousand war horses, these people can get out."

"Others die!"

Jing Bufan stood up slowly, his gaze lingering below: "Just watch."

"Then take a gamble."

"You bet Zhongyuan can resist."

"I bet there will be many deaths in the Central Plains."

"It's almost dawn, and there will still be a few hours of general attack."

"Total annihilation is impossible. The masters will move far away. You can stop them."

Song Qingshu smiled calmly: "We'll see, see how far you can go."

"I promise you, Xuan Ming and Ah Da will die!"

Jing Bufan didn't respond, just watched quietly.

The same is true for Song Qingshu. The situation below is still a stalemate.

After the previous battle, the Yuanshi master knew that he was no match.

Always be alert and ready to retreat.

Jing Bufan and Song Qingshu were not as calm as they appeared.

Jing Bufan knew very well the consequences of these people not being able to leave. Thousands of elite Yuan soldiers were not a small number.

There are also a lot of experts.

If they all die, there will be fluctuations in the Yuan Dynasty, especially now that the Mingjiao has a leader.

In the past, the Ming Cult was leaderless and revolted everywhere. Now that the leader has unified coordination, the danger has skyrocketed.

Once the five major sects were unable to kill anyone from the Ming Cult, the situation was completely chaotic.

Song Qingshu was worried about the Central Plains.

His previous confidence was all just an act, and he had no idea how many people there were in Zhongyuan.

According to his estimate, the battle between Yuanshi and the top experts from the Central Plains lasted at least three hours.

very dangerous! !

Especially Youlan Zhuya, even though the older generation will protect the four girls in this kind of battle.

But this is a life and death battle, and someone will die if they are not careful.

As for what I said before, not caring if others die, this is simply impossible.

No matter how much influence or restraint there was in the end of this round, he was the one who pushed it in the beginning, with the purpose of protecting Wudang.

No matter who dies, he is responsible.

He really doesn't like to be nosy or messy, but he can clearly distinguish between kindness and love.

Just like he did to Yin Li, Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others.

Zhang Wuji's father is one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang are brothers and sisters.

Master Zhang Zhenren has no children, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang are like children.

So he is Zhang Wuji's brother. Zhang Wuji is his younger brother. If he can take care of him, he will take care of him.

This is the love of his father's generation, and he continues it.

As for Yin Li, it was because of the Tianying Cult, or rather his uncle, King Yin Ye, and his grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King.

When he first entered the world, he was attacked by Shaolin for the first time. When King Yin Ye found out, he was furious and took action, even starting a war in the south of the Yangtze River.

He was also injured by Cheng Kun.

At that time, the Tianying Sect was besieged on all sides, but knowing that he was being bullied, King Yin Ye still desperately declared war on Shaolin, the master of martial arts.

That kind of declaration of war without any hesitation, just like one's own children being bullied, as it should be.

No matter how high the price is, they will accept it.

The final result was chaos in Jiangnan in less than half a month.

Grandpa White-browed Eagle King found out and forced himself out of seclusion.

After the incident in the Red Maple Forest, if my grandfather, White-browed Eagle King, had not written to Monk Peng and Zhou Dian, he would have died.

This does not include the cooperation of the Ming Cult and the Tianying Cult.

Afterwards, we went to Shaolin, where grandpa White-browed Eagle King led the team, and all the masters from the Sky Eagle Cult came out. The scene was no worse than supporting the Ming Cult in the battle at Guangmingding.

Therefore, he treats Yinli very well. In the eyes of many people, he is a doting person and cannot tolerate any grievance.

The same goes for Qi Mu and others. Those people were risking their lives with him, so he took care of them.

And now... the older generation in the Central Plains are also risking their lives for him.

This love... he wants to return it!

"Sit down." Song Qingshu glanced at Jing Bufan and sat down again.

He knew very well that the two of them were now seeing who had the patience.

All the pretense of calmness is just an act.

Jing Bufan was worried about this, and Song Qingshu was worried about that.

"Okay, it's still early." Jing Bufan sat down slowly.

The two looked at each other again, their eyes extremely calm, but they seemed to be bottomless and unable to see any emotion.

Below the battlefield, screams and roars rang in their ears.

The two were indifferent.

At this moment, time was extremely slow. For the two of them, every minute and every second was torture.

Both of them were waiting for the other to let go.

The two of them sat alone and said nothing, just like old men in trance.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Bufan raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu: "Go and take a look at the battlefield?"

"This way...that's it."

Song Qingshu smiled, his smile was extremely bright, he won.

Jing Bufan was afraid.

Jing Bufan wanted to end the battle between the top experts as soon as possible. As long as Yuanshi won, his side would have to retreat.

"I got it right."

"It must have exceeded the time you agreed on. In other words, Zhongyuan is prepared and someone has joined!"

Song Qingshu responded directly. He was now certain that there would be no winner between the two sides at dawn.

The group of Yuanshi below, whether they are soldiers or masters, will all die!

Not one of them will survive!

All will die!

"But Youlan Zhuya is still going to die!" Jing Bufan's cold voice sounded.

"It's indeed past the agreed time, and something happened over there."

"But Youlan Zhuya is still going to die, and they can't bear it internally."

Song Qingshu's face darkened: "Okay!"

"Go to the top battlefield, let's go!"

Song Qingshu and Jing Bufan were just about to stand up when they saw two figures coming towards them in the distance.

The two of them were both at the peak of their Qinggong skills. They were both walking on the treetops, their movements were light and their speed was extremely fast.

In just a moment, the two of them saw the person clearly.

The visitors were an old man and a young man. The woman was wearing a yellow shirt and long skirt, which gave people a sense of agility and beauty.

The old man was dressed in loose gray robes, with strands of white hair on his head and a long white beard on his chin.

"Master!"

"Yang Xue!"

Song Qingshu was stunned when he saw the two figures, completely stunned.

He never thought the two would come.

After learning that the situation among the top players in the Central Plains was not good, he felt helpless and helpless like never before.

His heart was suffering all the time. He didn't know how to break the situation or what to do.

He even doubted whether it was right or wrong to cause such a big fuss in this round.

For a moment, he wished that Yang Xue would suddenly appear in front of him and everything would be solved.

For a moment, he wished that the Grand Master would come and everything would be solved.

But he knew that it was all fantasy.

Yang Xueyuan is far away in the ancient tomb and cannot come over.

Grand Master was injured in Wudang and could not take action.

And now... both of them are here.