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

"Cheng Kun, you evil villain, leave your life behind!"

While Song Qingshu was waiting in Yang Buhui's boudoir, Zhang Wuji had already broken through the last level of the Nine Yang Divine Art, combining water and fire, and the dragon and tiger, and broke through the Unspeakable Qiankun Qi Bag.

It turns out that the Shaolin monk Yuanzhen who launched a sneak attack on Yang Xiao and others was the master of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun, Cheng Kun, the Master of the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand.

When Zhang Wuji suddenly heard him tell the whole story, he thought of his adoptive father waiting to die alone on a deserted island overseas. He was filled with grief and anger. He did not care about Yang Xiao and others who were seriously injured by Cheng Kun, and ran after Cheng Kun.

Walking through the corridors and courtyards, Zhang Wuji saw Cheng Kun, who was wearing a grey monk's robe, breaking into a room. He hurried over, but heard shouting and scolding from inside, and it was obvious that a fight had broken out.

"Fortunately, someone stopped this traitor. I will avenge my adoptive father today!"

"Senior Brother Song?"

But after rushing into the room, he suddenly saw three people standing there, one was his senior brother Song Qingshu, one was the evil villain Cheng Kun, and the other was a girl hiding in the corner.

It turned out that Cheng Kun originally wanted to escape through the secret passage in Yang Buhui's room, but he didn't expect that there was a young man dressed as a scholar standing in the room, and it seemed that he had calculated that he would appear here.

Moreover, Zhang Wuji was chasing behind, so Cheng Kun's first thought was to kill him to clear the way, but he ended up hitting a wall.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Although Yang Buhui's boudoir was spacious, after Cheng Kun broke in, he was only seven steps away from Song Qingshu.

He was first hit by Wei Yixiao's icy palm, and then the cold internal force of the Phantom Yin Finger was counteracted by Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Art. At this time, his power was less than 50%.

However, Cheng Kun has been active in the martial arts world for decades. In the past 20 years, he became a disciple of the Shaolin monk Kongjian and devoted himself to practicing Shaolin martial arts. Now he is one of the best masters in the world. Otherwise, even if he launched a sneak attack, he would not be able to subdue Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the five scattered people at the same time.

But he was completely at a disadvantage after just three moves. He wondered who this young scholar was and how his martial arts skills were not inferior to those of the monk Kongjian.

Cheng Kun was extremely shocked. The injuries he had tried so hard to suppress suddenly went out of control. His moves became disordered and he was hit in several major acupoints in an instant, unable to move.

In fact, with Song Qingshu's cultivation level, looking at the whole world, who can be his rival except Zhang Sanfeng?
Within this distance of seven steps, don't even think about running.

Cheng Kun had been working hard for decades and thought that he could eradicate the Ming Cult completely this time. However, he was stopped by two young men who seemed to have fallen from the sky. He could not help but look deathly pale and closed his eyes tightly.

"Brother Qingshu!"

Zhang Wuji rushed over and saw that Song Qingshu had already subdued Cheng Kun. He was extremely surprised and could not help but step forward to recognize him. Instead, he ignored the question of why Song Qingshu was there.

"Brother Wuji."

Zhang Wuji had gone through so much hardship, and now he was finally able to recognize his closest fellow disciple. For a moment, it seemed as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, and with tears in his eyes, he could only say one sentence, "Is Grand Master okay?"

Seeing that his clothes were tattered and his hair was dishevelled, Song Qingshu knew that it was due to the long-distance march in the desert for several days. Later, he was trapped in the Qiankun Yiqi Bag. Fortunately, the Nine Yang Divine Art was finally perfected, so all the suffering was not in vain.

"Grandmaster has achieved great success in cultivation and has become a semi-immortal. He is much stronger than us disciples."

Zhang Wuji nodded repeatedly, remembering that there was still something important to be done, and tried to suppress his excitement. He turned around and glared at Cheng Kun and said, "You evil villain, what else do you have to say now!"

It was not until this moment that Cheng Kun realized that the young man in front of him was actually Zhang Wuji, and the "Song Senior Brother" he mentioned must be Song Qingshu from the Wudang Sect. Man proposes, God disposes. Who could have thought that he, a master of the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, would be defeated by two third-generation disciples of the Wudang Sect?

Zhang Wuji is kind by nature and doesn't like killing people, but when faced with the culprit who ruined his adoptive father's life, he cannot let him go no matter what.

"Brother Song, on the surface this man is Yuan Zhen from Shaolin Temple, but his real identity is Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand. This time, the six major sects..."

Zhang Wuji cut to the chase and briefly recounted Cheng Kun's evil deeds, then was about to punch him to death.

"Wuji Junior Brother, wait a minute."

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "In that case, the grudge between the six major sects and the Ming Cult will still fall on this villain. It is better to spare his life for the time being."

Zhang Wuji suddenly realized what was happening and said quickly, "Yes, thanks to Senior Brother Song for reminding me. I was reckless."

Then he looked at Cheng Kun again and said in a deep voice: "Brother Song, this Cheng Kun is not only extremely evil, but also full of tricks. We should cripple his martial arts first just in case."

When Song Qingshu subdued Cheng Kun just now, he used his heavy hands to seal the acupoints. He himself was injured, his internal strength was blocked, and his qi and blood circulation were not smooth. If this continued for a long time, he would inevitably become a cripple.

But seeing that Zhang Wuji was determined to avenge Xie Xun, Song Qingshu didn't say anything more.

"Evil villain! This punch is for my adoptive father!"

When Zhang Wuji was in the Butterfly Valley, he was taught medical skills by Hu Qingniu, and he was very accurate in identifying acupuncture points. He immediately mobilized his internal strength and used the Seven Wound Fist taught by his adoptive father Xie Xun to hit Cheng Kun in the chest.

Although Cheng Kun didn't seem to be injured on the surface after being hit by this punch, his meridians were actually severely damaged. He would lose all his strength and there would be no possibility of recovery.

"Brother Song, let's go down the mountain quickly to stop the six major sects and the Ming Cult from killing each other."

Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Brother Wuji, this Bright Summit is not a place where you can come and go as you please. Once the people from the Ming Cult see me, they will definitely come up and fight me to the death without waiting for any explanation."

"Originally we could have tried to avoid him, but now it's inconvenient to take Cheng Kun with us."

Song Qingshu looked at the surroundings and continued, "With Cheng Kun's character, he would never escape here for no reason. Maybe there is a secret passage in this room that leads to the outside."

"By the way, I also need to untie your young lady's acupuncture points."

Song Qingshu glanced at Xiao Zhao, then walked to the bedside and untied the acupoints for Yang Buhui.

"Brother Wuji!"

Yang Buhui had been listening to the two people talking in bed, but she couldn't speak because of the mute point pressed. She was even more anxious when she heard that her father was injured.

As soon as he was able to move, he jumped up from the bed, not caring about anything else, and ran out while shouting: "Brother Wuji, I'm going to check on Daddy's injury first, you wait here for me, I've been thinking about you all these years, and I have a lot to say to you"

After Yang Buhui left, there were only four people left in the room. After Xiao Zhao knew Song Qingshu's identity, she bit her lip with a flickering gaze. After a moment's silence, she suddenly said, "Young Master saved my life. If you trust a little maid like me, you can follow me through the secret passage and leave."

"Thank you very much. I certainly trust you, young lady." (End of this chapter)