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

"Old Nun Miejue, you relied on the unrivaled divine sword in your hand to ask Mr. Zeng to take three strikes from you. Why don't you just ask him to stretch out his neck and stand still so you can chop it off?"

The people of the Hongshui Banner had received favors from Zhang Wuji, so when they saw that Master Miejue was going to take action herself, they immediately started shouting and mocking.

Nun Miejue had no intention of taking advantage of the weapon. She just blurted out the words with the sword in her hand. However, given her status, it was not easy for her to argue about these details with others.

"This brother Zeng looks about my age, why don't you let me teach you three palms?"

Song Qingshu came closer and bowed, saying, "What do you think, Master?"

Nun Miejue pondered for a moment. Since Ding Minjun had lost so completely, the same could not be said about the other disciples of Emei Sect. However, if she took action herself, it would indeed be suspected of bullying the weak.

The martial arts displayed by Song Qingshu were extremely powerful, and he was more suitable in terms of seniority. Moreover, he took the initiative to step forward, probably intending to resolve the conflict between the two sides yesterday.

"This boy has profound inner strength and should not be underestimated."

Nun Miejue gave a reminder, which was considered as an agreement.

Song Qingshu took over the task that originally belonged to Nun Miejue, and calmly turned to Zhang Wuji and said in a clear voice: "Brother Zeng, I am Song Qingshu from the Wudang Sect. Please give me your guidance."

As he spoke, a look of "I recognize you" flashed across Song Qingshu's eyes, and then he nodded slightly. He opened his mouth without making any sound, and from his lip shape he pronounced the four words "Junior Brother Wuji".

"Brother Song recognized me?!"

Zhang Wuji had already noticed Yin Liting and Song Qingshu present, but in order to conceal his identity and avoid being recognized, he used the alias Zeng Aniu and did not dare to recognize the two for the time being.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Song Qingshu recognized him. He was excited but also a little nervous, fearing that his identity would be exposed and that he would be targeted by countless people because of the whereabouts of his adoptive father Xie Xun.

But Song Qingshu did not say anything more, and it seemed that he wanted to resolve the killing without making a fuss. Zhang Wuji blinked and nodded, saying, "Brother Song, I am not worthy of fighting with you, but I have to give an explanation for what happened today, so I have to take your three palms."

The word "Big Brother" sounded a bit strange to everyone, but looking at Zhang Wuji's dress, he was just a country boy, so it was normal that he didn't know the rules of the underworld, so no one suspected him.

However, Song Qingshu understood that Zhang Wuji knew that he had recognized him, so he deliberately called him that.

"Okay, fists and feet have no eyes, brother Zeng, be careful!"

All eyes were on the two of them. One was the leader of the third generation of disciples of the Wudang Sect, and the other was a young master who emerged out of nowhere. It was unknown who would win in the end.

Song Qingshu knew Zhang Wuji's current situation. Although he had the peerless internal strength gained from practicing the Nine Yang Manual, his martial arts were limited to the few moves taught by Zhang Cuishan and his wife, and his adoptive father Xie Xun. Moreover, in order to hide his identity, he could not use them.

The best proof is that he didn't even have time to dodge Ding Minjun's attack just now.

So he slapped out with his palm without any tricks, hitting Zhang Wuji's chest directly.

Zhang Wuji has a kind nature. Although he has gone through many hardships after returning to the Central Plains from the Ice and Fire Island, he still remains pure in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have fallen into Zhu Changling's trap after being forced to jump off a cliff.

Now that he knew that Song Qingshu had recognized him, he believed that he would never harm him. Moreover, with his martial arts skills, he could not dodge it even if he wanted to. Therefore, he pretended to push his hands forward to receive the palm.

"The people from the six major sects are not good at martial arts, but their minds are deeper than each other. This play must be made real in order to deceive the world and help you break through the last level of the Nine Yang Divine Art."

Song Qingshu lowered his palm, passed through Zhang Wuji's hands, and slapped him on the chest, but he held back the force, waiting for the Nine Yang Divine Art's protective Qi to naturally release, and then he exerted a little force, knocking him flying. "Bang!"

Zhang Wuji was stunned, and looked up at Song Qingshu in confusion. However, before the surprise expression could fully show on his face, his chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and he flew out sideways with his head heavy and his feet light.

This blow caused him to spit blood from his mouth and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move. However, the surprise in his heart far outweighed the pain in his chest.

"Brother Song wants to harm me!"

Song Qingshu's palm strike may seem ordinary, but it is actually extremely exquisite. His internal force seems to be there and not there. He first draws away the opponent's protective true qi, and then avoids the real and attacks the fake, making it impossible to defend against.

The masters from the six major sects present who could see the mystery cheered loudly. Even Master Miejue couldn't help but nodded slightly. Even if it was her turn, she would be the same.

"No, Senior Brother Song and I are from the same school, and he just recognized my identity, so there is absolutely no reason for him to harm me!"

Even as everyone was cheering, Zhang Wuji had already figured out one thing. Although he only had a vague understanding of martial arts moves, his skill in identifying acupuncture points was very advanced.

"Although Senior Brother Song's palm was heavy, it completely avoided the vital points on my chest, and only half of the palm force hit me, and the rest was used to push me away."

The more Zhang Wuji thought about it, the more he realized this was true. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. "Zhang Wuji, oh Zhang Wuji, you always think the best of outsiders, but when you meet your own senior brother, you are so suspicious. You really deserve to be beaten!"

Nun Miejue at the sidelines saw that he was unable to get up and said immediately, "The winner has been decided. Jingxuan, Zhiruo, the two of you go chop off the Demon Cult monster's arms!"

"Wait, this is just the first palm. Brother Song, please continue to teach me."

Zhang Wuji hurriedly got up from the ground, walked back to Song Qingshu, and said with a salutation, "I am overestimating my own abilities. I will take another two slaps from Brother Song."

"Brother Zeng, I see that your inner strength is upright and you are not a member of the Demon Sect. Why do you have to ask for trouble to excuse them?"

Song Qingshu was not in a hurry to attack, but pretended to ask, giving Zhang Wuji some time to regulate his breathing.

Tang Yang also saw that Zhang Wuji had profound internal strength, but when fighting with others, he was just a farmer. He said anxiously: "Mr. Zeng, you have been very kind to us by stopping the bleeding and healing our wounds. You must not take the remaining two palm strikes!"

Zhang Wuji remained silent, but bowed to Song Qingshu to show that he was ready.

"It is only natural for a senior brother to beat a junior brother."

Song Qingshu did not hesitate. He drew a circle at his waist with his right hand, then raised it above his head and brought it down with the force of a mountain pressing down on his head.

However, Zhang Wuji had learned his lesson this time. There was no rule in a fight between the two that he had to stand and get hit, so he dodged to the side, trying to avoid the palm strike.

But Song Qingshu suddenly accelerated halfway and hit him on the left shoulder before he could react. Zhang Wuji was shocked and felt the palm force first break through his body's protective Qi, and then pressed down heavily.

Even the yellow sand under his feet was split to both sides by this huge force. Zhang Wuji was like a ground stake, with half of his calf stuck in the sand.

"puff!"

Zhang Wuji suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, looking more seriously injured than the first time. He staggered and fell backwards on his back. (End of this chapter)