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But unfortunately, Zhang Wuji always considered himself a Wudang disciple, and Zhang Sanfeng had no prejudice against family background.

The grandfather and grandson immediately started chatting warmly.

Song Qingning couldn't help but roll his eyes. This fucking world was such a joke. Anytime, anywhere, no matter what the situation, things could get old.

But the enemy still gave them this time to reminisce and just watched from the sidelines.

Then something even more ridiculous happened. Xiao Zhao, a weak woman, just came out from among Zhao Min's many men in a dignified manner.

Zhao Min, who was happily chatting with Zhang Wuji, saw at a glance that the golden hairpin she gave to Zhang Wuji was pinned on her head.

Zhao Min's face changed immediately, and she angrily asked A Da to chop off Zhang Wuji's two arms.

Ah Da held the sword of the Heavenly Sword in his hand. The power of the sword in his hand was much stronger than when it was used by Nun Miejue. The two of them barely fought to a draw.

Zhang Sanfeng was eager to learn talented people, so he started teaching Tai Chi swordsmanship on the spot.

At this time, no one came to interrupt Zhang Sanfeng's teaching.

Song Qingning understood why they didn't interrupt Zhang Sanfeng. As Zhang Sanfeng was at the top of the combat power chart, everyone wanted to learn a thing or two from him.

But everyone was waiting for Zhang Wuji to learn, which was outrageous, and Song Qingning had no place to complain.

Zhang Wuji had just mastered the Tai Chi sword technique and immediately started fighting with A Da again.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji won, Zhao Min turned around and left angrily.

In order to clear himself of the Ming Cult's charges, Zhang Wuji stopped them from leaving, but was knocked unconscious by a palm strike from the two Xuanming Elders.

Song Qingning felt that he had had enough of watching the show. It was so boring, just like children playing house.

He immediately took action, flew over, and gave each of the two Xuanming elders a palm, knocking them both unconscious.

In order to avoid being criticized, Song Qingning thought about saying a few polite words, "Since Princess Minmin has come to Wudang to cause trouble, why are you leaving so easily? A guest is a guest, so please stay in Wudang for two more days!"

Zhao Min's expression suddenly changed, and she looked at Song Qingning in disbelief, as if she had not expected that there was someone in Wudang who could deal with the two Xuanming Elders besides Zhang Sanfeng. "Who are you?"

Song Qingning raised his eyebrows at her, clasped his fists and bowed, "I am a humble, ordinary Wudang disciple, Song Qingning."

Perhaps Zhao Min didn't expect this answer, her eyes widened, "It's you? You are the one who invented the artillery and killed my father? You caused our army to retreat step by step."

Song Qingning kept smiling and said in a gentle tone, "Thank you for the compliment. It was the soldiers and generals of the Wu Dynasty who defeated your Mongolian soldiers. I don't deserve the credit. But your father died at my hands. I'm really sorry!"

Although he spoke in a humble tone and apologized, it sounded like a provocation to Zhao Min.

Moreover, because the person in front of her was the murderer of her father, Zhao Min's eyes immediately turned red, and she was ready to draw her sword and kill Song Qingning regardless of the consequences.

But she was no match for Song Qingning. With just one move, the sword in her hand was snatched away by Song Qingning, and she was subdued.

Ah Da, who still had some fighting strength, was about to come and rescue her, but was knocked unconscious by Song Qingning.

He quickly dealt with the rest of the people, called over a few young disciples, and tied them all up.

When I turned around, I saw everyone looking at me with strange eyes.

I didn’t feel it during the fight, but this time I felt goosebumps all over my body.

He smiled at everyone, then walked to Zhang Sanfeng and asked with concern, "Master, how is your injury?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingning with satisfaction, "Okay, okay, Qingning, you are very good, much better than Master Tai!"

Song Qingning didn't want to waste time on these meaningless things, so he had to change the subject again, "Master, please stop praising me, I'm going to heaven soon. Let me see how your injury is."

While speaking, he helped Zhang Sanfeng sit on a chair and reached out his hand to feel his pulse.

Fortunately, the old man had strong internal strength, and even after taking medicine, he was not seriously injured. "Master, the injury is not serious, but you can't fight again in the near future. You need to rest for a while."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingning lovingly and agreed, "Okay, okay, listen to Qingning. Grand Master will leave the work to you. I will only take care of your injuries and not the rest."

Song Qingning nodded with satisfaction and ordered the Taoist boy to help Zhang Sanfeng back to his room to have a good rest.

Here, Yu Daying also made arrangements for Yin Tianzheng and others, and asked them to go to the guest room to rest.

The only people left in the hall were Song Qingning and Yu Daying, who was treating Zhang Wuji's injuries.

Song Qingning curled her lips. Zhang Wuji was so powerful at one moment and so fragile at the next.

He mastered the Nine Yang Manual, the Great Shift of the Universe, and also learned Tai Chi, each of which is a top-notch martial art.

The Nine Yang Manual is the nemesis of the Mysterious Nether Palm. I didn’t expect that he could be knocked out. I really don’t know what to say.

Although Song Qingning didn't like Zhang Wuji, she still smiled at him in a friendly manner, said hello to Yu Daying, and went back to rest. If she didn't sleep now, it would be dawn.

In the morning, Song Yuanqiao returned to Wudang from home. After hearing what happened last night, he hurried to Zhang Sanfeng's door to inquire about his master's condition.

After hearing the Taoist boy say that the man was fine and was practicing qigong to heal his wounds, he felt relieved and immediately rushed to the main hall to deal with the matter.

However, things happened too late last night and everyone was still resting, especially Zhang Wuji.

Although Yu Daying treated his injuries, he was still a little weak and needed more rest.

However, Yin Tianzheng couldn't sleep because he was worried about his grandson, so he got up early and waited outside Zhang Wuji's door.

Song Qingning slept until noon before getting up.

After washing up and having lunch, he came to the main hall to discuss with Song Yuanqiao how to deal with Zhao Min's matter.

"Dad, let's go and investigate later to see if she took the people from the five major sects somewhere. Since she got the Heavenly Sword, she must be involved in the affairs of the five major sects."

Song Yuanqiao nodded after pondering, "Yes~ That's the truth. She brought so many people to stir up trouble in the Central Plains martial arts world. We can't let her off easily!"

After the father and daughter reached an agreement, Song Qingning went to the place where they were imprisoned and said directly, "Princess Minmin, did you have a good time last night? Do you want to go out? You have to get someone from the six major sects in exchange for you!"

Zhao Min just looked at Song Qingning with red eyes and said hatefully, "Don't even think about it. They are not in my hands. If you have the guts, just kill me."

Song Qingning was not angry. Those people had nothing to do with her. She actually hoped that they would die. "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if the princess doesn't want to say it. When our army approaches, I believe your Mongolian emperor will take the initiative to send the people back."