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

Ah San was shocked, as the Black Jade Ointment was the secret of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. He wondered how Zhang Wuji knew about it.

But before he could think about it, Song Qingshu had already attacked him. He pulled his fingers out of Gangxiang's body and had no time to fight back, so he tried to dodge sideways.

However, he was still a step too slow. Song Qingshu shook his wrist and drew a circle in the air to cover his elbow. Then, the strong force of Tai Chi was released, and all the bones in Asan's right arm were shattered, exactly the same as what happened to Yu Daying back then.

"Hand over the Black Jade Ointment!"

"no!"

Asan was shaking with pain, but his mouth was very hard. Even as his left arm fell into Song Qingshu's hand again, he still refused to admit it.

"Kara!"

In an instant, his left arm bone broke again. Asan's eyes went dark. He endured the severe pain and didn't scream loudly, but a muffled sound came from his chest.

"Hand it or not!"

"no!"

"stop!"

Ah Er and Ah San were from the same school. When they saw their junior fellow had both arms broken, they immediately rushed to save him and slapped Song Qingshu's way out with one palm.

The Western Regions Vajra Sect was passed down from Huogong Toudao, but what he secretly learned in Shaolin Temple were external skills, so the internal skills of his sect are far inferior.

But Ah Er took a different approach. He developed profound internal skills from the outside in. With his natural supernatural powers, his skills far surpassed those of his master, Huogong Toudao.

He saw that Song Qingshu performed Tai Chi in an unfathomable way and defeated his junior fellow apprentice in less than three moves, so he deliberately played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, forcing the opponent to compete in internal strength.

However, Song Qingshu did not let go of Ah San. He used only one hand to block the palm strike, which was difficult to escape from. There was a dull sound when both palms hit each other. Ah Er was shocked and took a step back, but Song Qingshu was as steady as a rock.

"Even if he has been practicing martial arts since he was in his mother's womb, how many years can he have such powerful skills!"

A'er was originally worried that Song Qingshu would use his junior brother's body to resist. If he used all his strength and failed to retract the attack in time, A'san's fate would definitely be worse than Gangxiang's, who had two bloody holes in his body.

Who would have thought that this boy, who looked only in his early twenties, actually had extremely pure internal strength, and it was like an endless river, far surpassing all the masters he had ever seen in his life.

"Good boy, take another blow from me!"

Ah Er was both shocked and angry. He did not hold back any longer. He put his palms together and, using all his internal strength, pushed out like a tidal wave.

Song Qingshu took a breath and continued to meet the enemy with one hand, but the right hand that had originally been holding Asan's collar was now placed on his shoulder.

Ah Er only felt that all his strength, like a stream flowing into the ocean, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. On the other side, Ah San fell to his knees under this great force, and all the bones in his legs were broken below the knees.

This Kung Fu is not Tai Chi, but a method of moving energy in the Great Shift of the Universe, and it needs to be coordinated with the Xiantian Kung to completely guide out the internal energy. Otherwise, the external true energy will be stirred in the body, which will cause bad consequences and internal injuries.

Ah Er couldn't figure out the mystery and thought it was some kind of sorcery. When he was about to withdraw his hands, he found that he had been stuck by a suction force. Then he was hit by a surging force like the rising tide of the East China Sea, which was absolutely beyond human resistance.

His skinny body flew out like an arrow, hitting the wall of the hall and rebounding to the ground, leaving a deep pit on the stone wall, surrounded by spider-web-like cracks. Looking at Ah Er again, most of his bones were broken and he was unconscious.

The appearance of Ah Er and Ah San had secretly frightened the people from Wudang Sect and Ming Cult, but they did not expect that they were both seriously injured in the blink of an eye. Seeing Song Qingshu's amazing skills, others forgot to cheer.

Only Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded slowly, obviously very satisfied.

Although he had devoted himself to self-cultivation for a long time and did not easily engage in violence with others, he was by no means indecisive or weak-willed. In the original novel, he was very decisive in killing Gang Xiang with one palm and his disciple Song Qingshu with another palm.

So when he saw that the real culprit who harmed his third disciple Yu Daying had brought it upon himself, he naturally felt happy.

Although Zhao Min had anticipated this, she could not have imagined that Ah Er and Ah San would suffer such a miserable defeat, and that they were defeated by Song Qingshu.

"Ada, go try his sword skills!"

Zhao Min secretly thought that this was not good. Now she could only go on with the competition. She hoped that Ah Da could use the sword of the Heavenly Sword to fight Song Qingshu back and forth and at least save some face. Then she could use the hostages from Shaolin and Emei sects as threat and retreat safely.

Zhang Wuji saw the Heavenly Sword in Ah Da's hand and immediately thought of Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect. He couldn't help but ask, "This Heavenly Sword belonged to Master Miejue of the Emei Sect. How did it end up in your hands?"

Zhao Min said coldly, "Not only the Emei Sect, guess where the Shaolin Sect's abbot, Monk Kongwen, the Kunlun Sect's head, He Taichong, and the Kongtong Five Elders are now?"

After Zhang Wuji became the leader of the Ming Cult, he wanted to take the opportunity to resolve the feud between the Ming Cult and the six major sects, so he led his brothers in the sect to the Central Plains. On the one hand, he went to the overseas Ice and Fire Island to bring back his adoptive father Xie Xun, and on the other hand, he asked Wei Yixiao and others to lobby various sects to see if the fighting could be settled.

Now that Zhao Min mentioned it, he naturally continued to ask: "I don't know, please tell me clearly, Miss Zhao."

"That's wishful thinking, but since you asked sincerely, I will show you a clear way."

Zhao Min's face was originally cold, but suddenly her beautiful eyes turned and she said with a smile: "As long as you get this Song to promise me three things, in addition to the whereabouts of the four major sects, I can give you the Black Jade Fracture Ointment right away!"

Song Qingshu was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself, why did you come to me instead of looking for your own little enemy?

Zhang Wuji thought to himself, how can he make the decision for Senior Brother Song? So he shook his head and said, "How can I agree to your request on behalf of Senior Brother Song? But you must have the Black Jade Ointment. If Miss Zhao refuses to give it to you, I will be offended!"

"Then there is no room for negotiation. If Master Zhang, Young Hero Song, and Master Zhang were to attack together, who in the world could stop them?"

Zhao Min pretended to be weak, but in fact she responded sharply: "But then, all the people from the four major sects will be buried with you. Although I am a girl, I will definitely keep my word!"

Seeing that Zhao Min was threatening Zhang Wuji with people from the four major sects, he could not think of any countermeasures for a moment, so he had to look to Song Qingshu, hoping that he could find a good plan to break the impasse.

"The people from the four major sects must be imprisoned in Wan'an Temple in Dadu, and the Black Jade Ointment is in the golden box that Zhao Min gave to Zhang Wuji."

Song Qingshu knew the truth about these two things, and his questioning of Asan just now was just a formality. It was naturally impossible for him to agree to the three things Zhao Min asked.

"It's just a small matter. No need to bother Miss Zhao."

"If you want to fight, fight quickly, and leave immediately after the fight. Don't continue to disturb my master's meditation."

Zhao Min had never been so ignored since she was born. She immediately shouted angrily: "Ah Da, go chop off his two arms and see if it's a small matter!" (End of this chapter)