Zongwu: Blind box shop, Wanwan hits the mark

However, the princess was not in the palace, so he went to inform the young prince, Kukutmur, who was Zhao Min's brother Wang Baobao.

Wang Baobao frowned when he received the notice from his servant, and a look of displeasure flashed across his face. He didn't like or trust people in the martial arts world. He liked and trusted his own soldiers more.

However, thinking of Zhao Min's instructions, Wang Baobao still ordered his servants to take Song Qingshu to the villa specially allocated for them, the martial artists, to live in.

After receiving the order, the servant returned to the door and respectfully said to Song Qingshu, "Young Master Song, our princess is away for the time being. But before she left, she instructed that if you come, you should rest in the villa. When the princess returns, she will come to see you. Please!"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Song Qingshu's face, but he still followed the servants towards the villa.

After arriving at the villa, Song Qingshu discovered that most of the people here were notorious figures in the martial arts world. When they saw the servants bringing Song Qingshu here, many people in the martial arts world showed a look of surprise on their faces.

It’s not because of Song Qingshu’s identity, but because Song Qingshu is simply too weak and is only at the second-rate level.

A servant beside him said respectfully, "This is Young Master Song from the Wudang Sect."

After the introduction, he immediately went to find the servants here to clean up the room for Song Qingshu.

Hearing that Song Qingshu was actually from the Wudang Sect, a look of surprise flashed across everyone's faces. You know, the Wudang Sect is the most powerful sect in the Yuan Dynasty, and they actually came to join the Yuan Dynasty. This made them feel a little surprised, but also felt that they were smart. Even the Wudang Sect came to join them, what did it mean?

This shows that the Yuan Dynasty's trend of unifying the world was unstoppable.

But those who can serve Zhao Min here, without exception, even if their cultivation is not high, all have their own skills, and some are arrogant people who rely on their talents.

A man mocked, "I didn't expect the Wudang disciples to be so weak. Can any random person become the princess's guest official?"

The person who spoke was a man of first-class realm. As he spoke, the whole villa fell silent, and everyone else looked at the two of them with amusement.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu frowned, a hint of anger appearing on his face. He stared straight at the man who spoke and said sarcastically without showing any weakness, "That's right, the princess is even collecting cats and dogs."

"You are quite eloquent. I'd like to see if your martial arts skills are as impressive as yours."

The man who spoke had a dark face, his internal energy surged, and he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"choke!"

Song Qingshu was not to be outdone and directly drew his sword to meet the attack.

It has to be said that although Song Qingshu's character is not very good, he was the strongest of the new generation before Zhang Wuji came to Wudang. In addition to the life-and-death battle in the martial arts arena, he relied on his second-rate strength to beat the man in black in front of him without any resistance.

The onlookers looked on in surprise.

This Song Qingshu looks like a young scholar, with delicate features. His handsomeness is mixed with three parts of dignity and seven parts of gloom, making him look a bit feminine. I didn't expect that he would be so powerful in a fight.

"Kill him, kill him!"

Among the onlookers, there was a sinister man who was cheering on the side.

The others also joined in the commotion. You have to know that these are all guests of the Ruyang Palace. They use the resources given by others to help the Ruyang Palace. The Ruyang Palace will naturally not keep useless people, so even if someone is beaten to death, nothing will happen.

Hearing the noises from all around, a smug smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face. He really liked being the center of attention. The sword in his hand became more fierce, and every move was aimed at the black-clothed man's vital points.

The black-clothed man's face turned a little ugly. He didn't expect that Song Qingshu was so powerful. The sinister look that flashed across his face was caught by Song Qingshu. He was not a novice in combat, so he secretly became alert.

However, as the fight went on, Song Qingshu realized something was amiss. He couldn't mobilize his internal energy, and a solemn expression immediately appeared on his face. He had been poisoned without even realizing it. He swung his sword and forced the man in black back with one blow. Pretending to use the sword to support himself, he looked at the man in black with anger and shouted, "Despicable! You actually poisoned me!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

The black-clothed man saw Song Qingshu's expression and knew his poison had taken effect. He smiled smugly, "You've been poisoned by my power-dispersing powder. Even if you're a skilled martial artist, you're still like meat on a chopping board. Your life and death now rests in my hands."

Maiko sneered and said, "But."

"I don't like killing, so I'm willing to give you a chance to live."

"What way out?"

Song Qingshu believed that this so-called Ma Yizi would definitely not let him go. He was just saying this to amuse himself, but he wanted to know what this person wanted to do.

"It's very simple."

A playful look appeared on Mayiko's face: "As long as you get through here and call me dad three times, this matter will be over!"

Hearing what Ma Yizi said, Song Qingshu's face instantly turned dark, and he looked at him angrily: "How dare you humiliate me like this!!!"

Mayiko's expression turned cold, and she said in a cold voice: "Either crawl or die!"

Song Qingshu glanced around and found that the people around him all had expressions of watching the fun, and no one was willing to help.

Song Qingshu's expression darkened, and he looked at Ma Yizi with humiliation and said, "I'll drill, but I have no strength left and can't move at all. Can you come closer?"

"It's really troublesome!"

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Mayizi frowned, but his purpose was only to humiliate Song Qingshu, and then kill him when he thought he was going to survive, so he didn't want to delay any longer and walked in front of Song Qingshu without any precautions.

"Hurry up, don't waste my time, I might change my mind later!"

A smile of success appeared on Song Qingshu's face. He nodded and slowly knelt down in front of him.

A smug smile appeared on Ma Yizi's face. You have to know that the person in front of him was the top young disciple of Wudang Sect, the face of Wudang Sect. Doing this was equivalent to humiliating Wudang Sect in disguise. I'm afraid that even his master, Xingxiu Elder Immortal, could not do this. Just as Ma Yizi was immersed in his fantasy, Song Qingshu, who was slowly kneeling, had a fierce look on his face. He kicked hard with both feet and punched Ma Yizi's temple with both fists. When Ma Yizi heard the sound of breaking air, his face suddenly changed drastically. He felt something was wrong. When he wanted to circulate his internal energy, he found that it was too late. The punch was too close and he could not dodge it at all.

"Oh!"

Song Qingshu punched Ma Yizi directly on the head. Ma Yizi's head suddenly started buzzing, he felt dizzy and fell into confusion in an instant.

Song Qingshu was not like a silly villain like Ma Yizi, who would talk nonsense before killing someone. He directly reached out and grabbed Ma Yizi's clothes and punched her again. Ma Yizi, who had just reacted, was directly hit dizzy by the punch. Then Song Qingshu's fists were like raindrops, one after another, hitting Ma Yizi's body like raindrops, and he roared angrily: "You want me to learn to crawl like a dog!"

"You're the only one who wants me to call you dad, right?"

"Give me a way out, huh?"

Ma Yizi was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and blood splattered all over his body. A look of regret appeared on Ma Yizi's face. If only he hadn't talked so much nonsense and just killed Song Qingshu directly, it would have been better. But there is no if.

Since Song Qingshu no longer had the protection of his internal force, his clothes were stained with blood, and the wig on his head fell to the ground due to excessive excitement. However, he could not care about so much at this time, and continued to punch Mayizi one after another. With Mayizi's last scream, he was beaten to death by Song Qingshu's fist. Song Qingshu stepped on his head, and with a click, no part of Mayizi's body was intact. Song Qingshu then slowly stood up and glanced around with blood all over his body.

Seeing this devil-like look, the onlookers couldn't help but shudder, with expressions of shock and fear on their faces. Even those powerful people in the Xiantian realm looked at Song Qingshu solemnly. This Song Qingshu was a ruthless person who actually beat Ma Yizi to death.

It seems that if I offend him in the future, I must kill him directly to avoid any trouble.

As for the fact that Song Qingshu was a bald man, not many people cared about it.

If I could become stronger, I would not only not have any hair on my head, but I would also not have any hair on my body.

At Song Qingshu's request, Shi Zhixuan, who knew how to square dance, and the servant who had just left to prepare a room for Song Qingshu, returned here again.

Seeing the puddle of flesh that had been beaten beyond recognition, his face turned pale instantly, and he couldn't help but start vomiting.

A moment later, the servant was already exhausted from vomiting. He didn't dare to look at the pile of flesh and said hurriedly, "Young Master Song, the room has been prepared for you. Please follow me."

As for who was beaten to death, it had nothing to do with him as a servant. He only needed to report the matter and someone would naturally come to deal with it.

Song Qingshu nodded and followed him back to the room prepared for him.

After Song Qingshu left, everyone felt bored and dispersed.

After Song Qingshu followed the servant to his room, he immediately ordered the servant, "Boil some water for me."

"no!"

The servant refused Song Qingshu subconsciously without thinking.

"Ok?"

Song Qingshu turned around and looked at the servant with cold eyes.