The ambition of the leader of the Songshan Sect’s left is Sima Zhao’s heart, which everyone knows;

It was just because he was strong enough that no one embarrassed him on the surface. It was precisely because of this "spoiling" that other people from the Songshan Sect began to become arrogant;

How could a few ordinary disciples dare to commit crimes by drinking in the street? Not only that, when someone dissuads him, he doesn’t ask about his identity. He is arrogant and domineering, and wants to take action if he disagrees;

If you put it in Korean, it is a brainless person!

Not to mention a few drunk disciples of the Songshan Sect, even those with strong limbs and clear minds, could not make any waves under Qingxu's hands. They almost knocked to the ground one by one, beating them to cry and cry;

Passers-by clapped their hands, and Han Wen took a puff of his cigarette, knocked off the ash, clapped his hands slowly, glanced at the two men and women, and said, "You guys, leave here as soon as possible, I don't need to listen to nonsense! Goodbye! No thanks!"

"Pai!";

"Do you still be unhonest? Do you believe it or not slap you to death?" He whipped the disciple of Songshan Sect who was still struggling under his feet, and Qingxu issued a warning with a bad voice;

"Your dog eyes are blind! Do you know who we are? Tell me and scare your dog courage...";

The disciple of the Songshan Sect who was still arrogant and clamored was kicked in the lower abdomen by Han Wen, and hunched on the ground like a prawn, moaning in pain;

"presumptuous--!";

A loud shout came from Han Wen's head, and each person came with a sword in white clothes, with a very elegant figure. Han Wen looked up and glanced at him and thought he had seen nothing, as if the sword did not exist at all;

The sword light shone and the cold light was splashing everywhere. It was about to pierce Han Wen's head. Qingxu took a bold move and kicked the disciple of Songshan Sect on the ground out, hitting the body of the man in white. He rolled on the street like a gourd for a few times before stopping;

"Get out!";

The irritable man in white pressed against him, and the unconscious disciple of the Songshan Sect threw the side. He stood up and a handsome face that was gloomy and could drip out of water. He was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed!

The precious white clothes were covered with soil stains, and even the face had a few yellow filth. How could he bear it, who always claimed to be a handsome young man? But before he could speak, the person opposite him had already said, "Ignorance!"

"You! Do you know who I am?";

The young man in white stretched out his finger angrily, and suddenly he glanced at Dugu Yu's face. His eyes suddenly lit up, and a lewd light flashed through him. He was thinking about something in his heart, completely forgot what he wanted to say;

"Don't be shameless! Di Qing! I've already given you the face of your leader today! Don't think I really don't know you! You are not qualified to talk to me in terms of seniority! You dare to grin at me again. Be careful that I'll ruin you!"

Han Wen noticed Di Qing's eyes and suddenly opened his eyes angrily: "Qingxu! Find someone to be more sober! Let him find someone to come over! Find someone who can talk to me! Humph! What a fucking thing is that there are all kinds of birds in the forest!"

"No need! Junior Brother Han is so angry!";

A figure floated down from the building next to the street, with a beard on his face and a very tough look. It was obvious that he had witnessed everything just now, and maybe Di Qing was instructed by him;

"Tsk tsk! I haven't seen you for a long time! Ah? 'Bird Wave' Senior Brother Lu? This little beast just attacked me. It wasn't your instructor? I really want to kill him now! What do you think?" Han Wen said with a smile, but his tone was cold and cold;

The person who came was none other than Lu Bai, the "Crane Hand" of the Thirteen Taishang of Songshan. It was indeed not seen each other for a long time. The last time was at Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Handwashing Conference. Lu Bai was teased by Korean, and then was taught a lesson by Taoist Chongxu, which greatly damaged his face;

Not only was his personal face swept away, but even the Songshan Sect was blind. So Lu Bai, who felt ashamed, volunteered to come to the branch of the Songshan Sect in Jingzhou, and Di Qing was also brought by him. Oh, Di Qing is also a big disciple of the Songshan Sect!

It’s really a very open-minded enemy meeting! But Zuo Lengchan specifically told people from Shaolin and Wudang not to provoke them for the time being. To restrain themselves, Lu Bai could only suppress his anger and replied:

"It's indeed not seen each other for a long time! As soon as we met, we saw Junior Brother Han beat our disciples of the Songshan Sect here. It's so majestic!"

"Do you dare to say this to the leader of the Zuo?";

Han Wen blinked and said, "I used to deliberately quickly control these bastards and prevent them from talking nonsense, because I was afraid that the Songshan Sect would forcefully rob women in the streets and drink and cause trouble. But now? The dog bites Lu Dongbin, and it doesn't know the good people's hearts!

Bastard! I want to attack me! I intend to kill me! My patience is also limited!

You don’t know how to move forward or retreat, and you don’t think about where you put your sect! In short, we have to talk about what happened today because I’m angry!”

Lu Bai's expression changed. He didn't expect that Han Wen's previous actions would be the reason. Perhaps he didn't expect that Han Wen could find such a statement;

Now that you are in trouble, others are doing your good deeds, but you will repay your kindness and revenge. If this kind of thing is spread, it will probably be abandoned;

"What are Junior Brother Han planning to do?";

In terms of seniority, Lu Bai's junior brother's call was a little guilty. Although he was Zuo Lengchan's junior brother, he didn't have to be the one who came to Taoist Master Xu, in terms of seniority, he really had to be the one who was not even Zuo Lengchan, not to mention that he would be the one who was half of his generation, let alone this matter was there;

Han Wen narrowed his eyes, the black wooden stick in his hand turned back and forth, and smiled ghostly: "It's very simple, either you or this little bastard, fight me!

I feel happy, so the matter will be revealed. If I still feel a little unhappy in my heart, I'm sorry!"

Devil! Devil! Lu Bai took a deep breath and gave this definition of Korean in his heart. Let’s fight? I’ll be happy!

Wouldn't that be beaten? Can't fight back? Who would do it? The eyes swept to the indignant Di Qing, and Lu Bai had an idea;

My deceased nephew is not dead, my uncle! I feel wronged! My deceased!

"Mr. Nephew! Come on! Let's talk with your uncle Han, click until you click, don't...";

While saying polite words, Lu Bai whispered: "Don't hurt him. Otherwise, the senior brother of the sect will kill us both!"

Di Qing was far less arrogant than before. Although he was angry, he was more depressed. He held the sword in his hand and walked forward two steps. He clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Uncle Master..."

"I'm sorry! I don't know the master who deceived my ancestors and wanted to assassinate my nephew!";

Han Wen interrupted him without hesitation, patted Dugu Yu to hold his Qianqian's simple hand, and also took a few steps forward: "What's the matter if I have spent so much time? Come on!"

Di Qing's face turned red. His breathing gradually became heavy. He stood up with a long sword, raised his sword and bowed, and showed off the authentic Songshan sword technique of his direct line;

This move has a name called Wan Yue Chaozong. It is a move that the disciples of Songshan and elders in the rivers and lakes must use when they counterattack. It means that they do not dare to fight with their seniors, but just that you are giving advice.

Han Wen raised his eyebrows, and the long sword in the black log was out of the sheath, and he stepped on his feet. The speed was extremely fast. Di Qing pointed left and right outward. The sword on his right hand was handed over. This was the straightforward thing in the Seventeenth Songshan Sword Technique;

"Shi Wu-!";

In the sound of Jin Tie's clashing, the Korean attack began. Lu Bai, who was watching the battle next to him, frowned slightly. This is the martial arts of this Wudang master uncle?

The speed was fast enough, why was it so messy? After a while, he realized that Di Qing used all the Songshan sword technique with one move, and then he realized;

Is this a joke? Or is it observing the routine of Songshan sword technique?

"Tsk tsk! I have a posture, it's quite beautiful, what a pity! It's less agility and more rigid;

I think that if the leader of the Zuo Alliance has an apprentice like you, he will be deeply ashamed! You are nothing except barking and screaming with the reputation of the Songshan Sect!"

While commenting on Di Qing from head to toe, the young man in white who felt good, turned red with a chivalrous look on his face. Then Han Wen stopped talking. There is no reason, and the battle needs to end!

The sword was handed over and stopped Di Qing's sword. Han Wen put his right hand on his waist and made a palm shape. The palm surface was faintly filled with cold air in the sun. It was the cold ice palm. Han Wen suddenly thought of something, so he needed to use this palm technique!

"Bang—!";

"puff--!";

With a move of his butt, he squirted out a mouthful of blood, his face gradually turned blue and purple, and his body began to sway. Lu Bai went up to help him, feeling the coldness where his hands touched;

"Junior Brother Han! How could you do such a heavy move?" Lu Bai scolded angrily;

Han Wen waved his hand and smiled, "Senior Brother Lu! If you don't send him to the Zuo Alliance Leader, he may have some sequelae! Don't worry, people cannot die, I'm still very sure of this!"

Looking at Lu Bai's hurriedly leaving, Qingxu frowned. Is this little uncle a little... too much tossing?

After pondering for a while, he asked, "Uncle Master, we will be dissatisfied with the Zuo Alliance Leader!"

"If you are dissatisfied, you are dissatisfied! What can he do to us? Besides, I am still on the side of justice, because their own disciples are not good at it. Besides, we are from the Wudang Sect, not from the Wuyue Sword Sect! Why should he care about me?"

Han Wen answered very disdainfully and said in a dilemma: "Uncle Master, I'm either afraid, or... Well, I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it. It's hard to guarantee that the leader of the Zuo Sect was angry this time. The trip to Shu has stumbled on us!"

"Don't worry! I have my own way to deal with it!" Han Wen hugged Dugu Yu and blinked with a smile:

"Qingxu, I said, I injured the Songshan Sect's great disciple this time. Zuo Lengchan will not only not be angry with me, but will also think that I apologize and respect me as a guest of honor. Do you believe me?"

Apologize? Jingruo Guest? Uncle Master, you didn’t dream, right? Qingxu wanted to complain about this sentence!
Chapter completed!