I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Although Master Miejue looked down on the Poyang Gang, as a Buddhist nun, she still ordered her disciples to bury the dozens of corpses on the ground.

The desert was covered with yellow sand, so there was no need to dig deep pits. The bodies could be gathered in a few places and buried shallowly to avoid being discovered by wild animals.

It won't be long before the constant sandstorms completely bury everything.

"It is said that even the Purple-Robed Dragon King has reached Bright Summit. This battle is bound to be much more difficult than expected."

Nun Miejue and Yin Liting were discussing how to deal with the Demon Sect. With their backs to everyone, Zhou Zhiruo slowly walked up to Song Qingshu and whispered, "Senior Brother Song."

"Zhiruo was fortunately saved by Master Zhang back then. I wonder if he is in good health now?"

Song Qingshu nodded and said, "Grandmaster is in good health, even healthier than he was ten years ago."

Zhou Zhiruo's face flashed with joy, and then she asked, "Is Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Wuxia, cured of the cold poison?"

Before Song Qingshu could answer, a man suddenly jumped out from the sandbag a few feet away on the right. That was supposed to be the burial place of the Poyang Gang members, but now it was raising dust as if a corpse had resurrected.

"Hahahahaha!"

The voice was sharp and gloomy, and his body moved incredibly fast, like a giant bat. In a flash, he had already grabbed a nearby female disciple and was ready to leave.

"what!"

The female disciples of the Emei Sect had seen Jingxu being sucked to death by Wei Yixiao yesterday. This scene happened too suddenly, and they couldn't help but scream in unison.

"Blue Winged Bat King!"

"Wei smiled!"

Nun Miejue and Yin Liting were the quickest to see the opportunity and they flashed after him while shouting warnings. However, the Green-Winged Bat King's lightness skills were unparalleled in the world, and even though he was holding a woman in his hand, the two still could not catch up with him.

"The six major sects want to wipe out Guangmingding, but I don't think it will be that easy!"

"Keep people under my command."

Wei Yixiao was just preparing to use his Qinggong skills to lead everyone in a few circles as he did yesterday, and then suck the blood of the female disciple on his hand, in order to put an end to the arrogance of the six major sects.

But just as he finished speaking, a man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if he was right in front of him.

Ever since Wei Yixiao mastered the art of lightness, no one in the world has been able to catch up with him. When he heard the voice that seemed to be following him like a shadow, he was suddenly shocked and even the female disciple who was holding him with her arms almost lost her balance.

But when he glanced back hastily, he found that the young man closest to him was still ten feet away, and Nun Miejue was even further behind.

"What a weird thing! What a weird thing! I saw a ghost today!"

Judging from the current situation, the sentence just now could only have been uttered by the young man dressed as a scholar who was closest to him.

But the ability to gather sound into a line so clearly that every word can be heard in the howling desert requires incredible internal strength.

Not to mention that he, Wei Yixiao, can't do it. Since the death of Yang Dingtian, a member of the Ming Cult, perhaps only Yang Xiao, the Left Protector of the Light, in the entire Ming Cult, may still have a chance to try. But how old is this young talent? It could be nothing else but seeing a ghost.
Because of this sudden change, Wei Yixiao didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He ran as fast as he could to create some distance between himself and the enemy. Then he sucked blood as quickly as possible to suppress the cold poison in his body and left quickly.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sudden sound of a hidden weapon breaking through the wind, and Wei Yixiao quickly turned his head to avoid it. However, in the blink of an eye, the scholar actually came closer.

"He is trying to avoid this Emei Sect disciple in my hand, but if I suck his blood now, he will have no scruples."

Wei Yixiao's mind raced, knowing that if he continued to delay, he might not be able to escape with full confidence, so he had no choice but to throw the hostage in his arms casually and leave without looking back. "Emei Sect actually has such a master, the old nun Miejue is really good!"

After getting rid of the burden of more than 100 pounds, Wei Yixiao's figure moved farther away with every word he spoke. When he finished speaking the last word, yellow sand flew up wherever his footsteps passed, like a blue dragon rolling away.

Before the female disciple of Emei Sect hit the ground, Song Qingshu reached out and gently pushed her away, mostly reducing her downward momentum. He then used the scabbard in his hand to support her lower back to prevent her from falling.

As for the acupoints on your body, just wait for Master Miejue to come and untie them.

This female disciple of the Emei sect was named Zhao Lingzhu. She thought she was doomed to die after her acupoints were pressed. Although she was saved now, she still looked frightened and stood there motionless.

"Lingzhu!"

Nun Miejue and Yin Liting arrived one after another. Seeing this situation, they immediately unblocked the acupoints for their apprentice and then looked at Song Qingshu.

Before Wei Yixiao left, he said that the Emei Sect had such a master, which was obviously a compliment to Song Qingshu. Master Miejue had seen him perform Qinggong before, but she did not expect that even Wei Yixiao would be forced to retreat by him.

"Hey, how can the Emei Sect have such talent?"

In comparison, the Emei Sect disciples just screamed in shock and were rescued by a younger disciple from the Wudang Sect, which was really embarrassing.

"Why don't you thank Young Master Song for saving me?"

Nun Miejue's face darkened, but when she thought of the tragic death of her disciple Jingxu yesterday, she felt that Zhao Lingzhu was saved because of a favor.

"Thank you, Young Master Song, for saving my life!"

Song Qingshu bowed and said something humble, but in his heart he was very impressed by Wei Yixiao's lightness skills.

Just like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it is worthy of being the best in the world.

If Wei Yixiao was holding someone in his arms, Song Qingshu would definitely be able to catch up with him, but under the same conditions, he could only ensure that he would not fall too far behind in a short period of time. After that, it would be a test of whose internal strength was more durable.

At this time, everyone from the Emei Sect also rushed over and surrounded Zhao Lingzhu to ask what was going on.

Zhou Zhiruo was so excited that she came running again, a blush appeared on her white jade-like face. Zhao Lingzhu was supposed to bury the bodies with her. If she died because of her leaving, she would regret it deeply and it would be too late to say anything.

"Zhiruo thanks Senior Brother Song!"

In addition to Zhou Zhiruo, other female disciples of the right age in the Emei Sect all had different thoughts in their minds. In addition to gratitude, the looks they showed towards Song Qingshu also had a hint of indescribable meaning.

Like the Wudang Sect, the Emei Sect does not prohibit its disciples from getting married. The only difference is that married female disciples cannot take over the position of the sect leader.

However, this sect rule was broken by Master Miejue herself not long ago. As long as one made the first contribution in the battle to destroy the Demon Sect, even if he was a male disciple of low status, he could inherit the sect's mantle.

Although Ji Xiaofu and Yin Liting did not achieve a happy ending, the relationship between the two sects was still close. Song Qingshu was of such good looks, good character, and good martial arts skills, and he was also a top disciple of the Wudang Sect, so he was a perfect match for her.

"Good guy"

Song Qingshu looked at the gazes that the female disciples of the Emei Sect were looking at him, and felt a little emotional.

When he was Zhao Zhijing, he saved more people, but they all said, "I will never forget your life-saving grace. I will repay you in my next life by working like a cow or a horse!"

Now that he has become Song Qingshu, this sentence has changed to "I have nothing to repay you with, except my body!"

Is the gap between people really that big? (End of this chapter)