Snow Color

"What's your relationship with this kid? Are you going to take this blow for him?" Nun Miejue felt something was wrong and asked back.

"Hmph! Him? I have never met that kid before, but he seems to be very strong-willed despite his young age. He is totally unlike those sanctimonious and hypocritical people in the martial arts world, let alone those so-called 'righteous martial artists' who only know how to gain fame. Precisely because of this, I had an idea and wanted to come and experience your peerless martial arts on behalf of this kid." Yin Yewang turned his back to the crowd and sneered with contempt.

"Boy, someone has stood up for you. If you still want to live, it's not too late for you to leave now." Nun Miejue looked at Zhang Wuji sharply and reminded him in a cold tone.

When Zhang Wuji heard this voice, his body shook violently, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He never expected that the person who stood up to speak for him was actually his uncle! For a moment, all kinds of complicated emotions surged in his heart, but when he heard what Master Miejue said, Zhang Wuji shook his head without hesitation and said firmly: "Junior dare not be greedy for life and forget righteousness."

Seeing this, Master Miejue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Did you hear that? This kid doesn't appreciate your kindness." She was very surprised by Zhang Wuji's answer.

King Yin Ye turned around and looked at Zhang Wuji, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He nodded slowly, expressing his approval of this sentimental and righteous boy. Then, he stepped forward, walked to Zhang Wuji's side, and asked softly, "Do you really want to accept the third palm of Master Miejue?"

Zhang Wuji looked up at King Yin Ye, his eyes showing determination and resoluteness. He nodded vigorously and replied in a sonorous voice: "Yes, please grant me your blessing, Senior!"

Nun Miejue glared at him with an eagle-like gaze and threatened with gritted teeth: "Nun, you'd better keep your word, otherwise don't blame me for killing everyone in your Emei sect!" As soon as the words fell, King Yin Ye shouted loudly, calling the person hiding in the dark to his side.

"Humph, so that's how it is. The Sky Eagle Cult has already set up an ambush." ​​Nun Miejue finally understood why King Yin Ye was so confident, but in her eyes, these people were not worth mentioning at all. However, this time she was really angry.

"Boy, you are out of luck!" Nun Miejue shouted, and then used her palm power to strike the opponent. Unexpectedly, just when the palm power was about to hit the target, she suddenly felt a strong Qi blocking Zhang Wuji's body. At this point, Nun Miejue turned her head sharply, stared at Zhang Wuji fiercely, and then led everyone to turn around and leave.

Yin Liting couldn't help but look at this young man differently, secretly amazed. Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu followed closely behind Yin Liting and left together. Zhou Zhiruo thought that this male protagonist's internal strength was indeed quite deep, and he had extraordinary opportunities.

"Zhiruo, what's wrong?" Song Qingshu followed Zhiruo closely, keeping an eye on her surroundings, fearing any unexpected incidents. When he noticed that Zhiruo was distracted, he immediately asked with concern.

Zhiruo came back to her senses after hearing the voice, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a forced smile: "Nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhiruo's expression and felt a pain in his heart. He knew that what happened today was too shocking for Zhiruo, and she might not be able to let it go for a while. So he comforted her softly, "Today's scene is indeed unusual, and it is inevitable that people will feel uncomfortable. You should take a rest later and recuperate."

Zhiruo nodded gratefully, indicating her agreement. However, her eyes remained fixed on Song Qingshu, revealing her deep concern. She knew that tomorrow would be a tough battle, and that going down the mountain after the victory would be even more dangerous.

"Well, don't overwork yourself and rest early." Zhiruo advised, her eyes full of concern.

Song Qingshu felt Zhiruo's care and concern, and his heart warmed. He nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I understand. Just take a rest. We will face it together tomorrow." After that, he patted Zhiruo's shoulder gently, indicating that she didn't need to worry too much.

"I will, you don't have to worry." Song Qingshu felt warm in his heart when he heard it.

"Okay, I'll go first then."

"Hmm." Song Qingshu stood still and watched Zhiruo walk towards the tent. However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a monk walking out of the tent, followed by his father. Song Qingshu moved forward and saw Song Yuanqiao staring at the master who was walking away, with a rare look of confusion on his face.

"Dad," Song Qingshu called as he came closer.

"Qingshu" Song Yuanqiao heard the voice and glanced sideways.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Qingshu asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I really can't imagine how Master Yuanzhen knows the terrain of Mingjiao's Guangmingding so well!" Song Yuanqiao responded.

"As long as it is beneficial to our encirclement and suppression of Guangmingding, why bother to get to the bottom of it?" Song Qingshu disagreed, thinking that his father was worrying too much.

"Yeah, I thought so too, that's why I didn't mention it on the spot." In order to consider the overall situation, Song Yuanqiao chose to keep silent.

During this period, Zhao Min had been keeping an eye on the movements of the six major sects, hoping to catch them all in one fell swoop and reap the benefits.

Zhiruo hurried back to the tent and asked, "Tuanzi, when things are over tomorrow, give the Wudang people the antidote for the muscle softening powder. Tuanzi, where do you think the person we are looking for is?" Zhiruo arranged the plan for tomorrow. This was all she could do. Although the other major sects would suffer, they would eventually be rescued by the male leader Zhang Wuji, so Zhiruo was not too worried. Her thoughts involuntarily drifted to that person.

"According to the trajectory of history, he should have just walked out of the temple at this time. However, now we are in the world of martial arts, and many things have changed. Now we only know that he has not yet joined the Ming Cult, but it won't be long. Have you figured out how to help him?" Tuanzi quickly searched the data and analyzed.

"I have made up my mind. I have decided to obtain the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sabre, take the Wu Mu's testament inside, and give it to him. I think this should be of great help to him. However, I also want to give him the things I have painstakingly researched, which will be of great help to him." Zhiruo was filled with confidence when she thought of the secret weapon she had cultivated with the help of the golden finger.

Then, in order to prepare for tomorrow's fierce battle, Zhiruo sat cross-legged, regulating her breathing and qi, and conserving her energy. Because she knew that tomorrow would be a tough battle. Zhiruo was determined to adjust her internal strength to the extreme, like an arrow on a string, ready to go.