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

Chapter 236 Riding a Tiger and Being Difficult to Dismount
Zhang Wuji took a longer time to regulate his breathing this time. If he had not fallen on his back with his chest still rising and falling, everyone would have thought he had died on the spot.

"Qingshu, this young man is not a member of the Demon Sect, don't hurt his life."

Although Yin Liting did not recognize Zhang Wuji, he still admired his chivalrous heart. Song Qingshu did not know what was in his mind, and his palms were more severe than the last, so he began to advise him.

Song Qingshu naturally had no reason to refute, and he cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Yin, rest assured. This brother Zeng's internal strength is not weak. I think it's better not to use the third palm strike."

Having said that, when the people from the six major sects saw Zhang Wuji vomiting blood repeatedly and unable to get up for a long time, they all thought that Song Qingshu had a sense of sympathy for him, so they deliberately went along with it. They didn't expect that the young man would lose his life in vain.

"The Wudang Sect is worthy of being the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. A third-generation disciple also has such a broad mind and cultivation."

"The Jade-faced Mengchang lives up to his reputation."

However, the issue of Hong Shuiqi had not yet been resolved, and everyone present praised him secretly without saying anything.

"Brother Song, I am here to take your third blow at the risk of my life."

Although Zhang Wuji looked miserable with blood staining his chest, in fact the second palm was lighter than the first. Most of the force was transmitted to the ground through his body, like hitting a cow across a mountain. So it looked powerful, but in fact it was just a lot of noise but little result.

"It's already quite rare for Song Qingshu to have such skills. What's strange is who this kid called Zeng Aniu is from."

With Nun Miejue's vision, she also thought that Song Qingshu's two palms were impeccable, not to mention the others. However, if they let the people from the Demon Sect leave like this, the word "extinction" would be in vain.

"Wait a minute, Young Master Song. Let me take over the third palm strike!"

The man in white robe, who appeared at the same time as Zhang Wuji but never came close and just stood on the sand dune watching the situation, finally spoke. His voice was very sharp, like the sound of iron clashing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

He was seen leaping down from the sand dune and coming close to Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji. Although his steps were fast, no yellow sand was raised, which showed that his light-body skills were extremely advanced.

"I am just a humble person, King Yin Ye of the Sky Eagle Sect."

When everyone heard his name, they immediately started talking. Ever since the Sky Eagle Cult held a sword-showing and power-building conference on Wangpanshan Island, Yin Yewang's name has become very famous in the martial arts world over the past twenty years. As the head of Tianwei Hall, his power in the Sky Eagle Cult is second only to his father, White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng.

"Can't answer it!"

Unexpectedly, before Song Qingshu, Master Miejue and others could speak, Zhang Wuji unexpectedly took the lead in refusing.

King Yin Ye glanced at Zhang Wuji with a gleam of lightning in his eyes, wondering what had suddenly happened to this kid.

"Brother Song's martial arts are unfathomable. If he really fights, my Nine Yang Divine Art's protective Qi will be useless."

Yin Yewang is the elder brother of Zhang Wuji's mother Yin Susu, and also his uncle. The two of them chased all the way here because Wei Yixiao captured Yin Li.

"Since Senior Brother Song has recognized my identity, he naturally knows that this is my uncle. Over the years, the Wudang Sect and the Sky Eagle Sect have always had a rift because of my parents' affairs."

"At this moment, considering our friendship, you can still hold back against me. If I attack with all my strength, my uncle may not be able to withstand it!"

Zhang Wuji was secretly anxious, and hurriedly explained: "Everyone has his own responsibility. I dare not let anyone else do the third palm strike for Brother Song."

King Yin Ye snorted coldly. When the two of them were dealing with each other just now, he felt that this kid had some problems with his brain. He actually dared to interfere in his Yin family's affairs.

Now that he had rejected his offer of help in public, it seemed like he was trying to curry favor with him. If he hadn't been confronting the six major factions, King Yin Ye would have had to teach this ungrateful person a lesson without waiting for Song Qingshu to take action. "You can die if you want."

King Yin Ye simply ignored Zhang Wuji and turned to the most respected Nun Miejue who was present and said, "If this young man can't survive, the people from the six major sects will be buried with him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless figures emerged from the sand dunes, each holding a strong bow and crossbow, and surrounded everyone in the field from all directions.

It seems that King Yin Ye was really patient. He waited until the troops of the Sky Eagle Cult arrived before he came out to rescue people.

Among all the people present at this moment, regardless of seniority and reputation, Nun Miejue was the leader. King Yin Ye’s words just now were also directed at Nun Miejue, so whether they would stop for the time being or fight to the death today all depended on how she acted.

"Qingshu, eradicate all evil!"

After Master Miejue succeeded as the head of the Emei Sect, she has never been threatened or forced by anyone. Even if she originally wanted to let Zhang Wuji go, there is no room for maneuver now. She only regrets that she could not make the third palm strike.

At this time, the sky was bright and the sun shone on everyone's face, with different expressions. But except for the gusts of wind and sand, the scene was silent, and everyone was waiting to see Song Qingshu's next move.

"Senior Brother Song"

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu silently, knowing that she was now in a difficult situation. Whether she made this palm strike or not, it would be extremely difficult.

"Brother Zeng, be careful!"

Under everyone's attention, Song Qingshu's right sleeve was rippling without any wind, obviously caused by the surge of internal strength. Then he took a step forward with his right foot and struck out with his single palm.

Although the speed was not very fast, the bones of the palm crackled like popping beans, with a faint sense of overwhelming force.

"Brother Song will never hurt me, I just need to go and answer it."

At such a dangerous moment, Zhang Wuji's mind was clear. He believed that Song Qingshu wanted to protect him, so he only thought of a sentence in the Nine Yang Manual: "Let him be strong, the breeze blows over the hills. Let him be arrogant, the bright moon shines on the river."

He also took a step forward and slapped out his palm, colliding with Song Qingshu. There was a loud bang, and the collision of the two powerful internal forces immediately blew away the yellow sand all around. Those who were a little closer were blown away by the strong wind and almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Wuji was ultimately unable to resist and took several steps back, while Song Qingshu remained firmly standing.

"The Nine Yang Divine Art has not been practiced to perfection. It turns out that there is still something missing."

After the sudden strong wind blew, the six major sects, the Sky Eagle Sect, and the Ming Sect all looked at the field. Although Song Qingshu had won, he was ultimately unable to determine life or death.

Some people thought that Song Qingshu took the overall situation into consideration, some people thought that his skills were limited, and some people thought that he was threatened by Yin Yewang and did not dare to use his full strength.

"Thank you, Brother Song, for showing mercy."

Zhang Wuji pretended to be seriously injured, panting and clasping his fists to salute. Yin Yewang laughed and said proudly: "He who knows the times is a hero. This young man Song will definitely have a bright future!"

"Withdraw the arrows!"

Seeing the Sky Eagle Cult members put away their bows and arrows, Nun Miejue still didn't want to give up, and said in a deep voice: "Yin Yewang, why don't you let me learn your Eagle Claw Capturing Technique?"

(End of this chapter)