Zhao Min also noticed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He couldn't help but blush slightly, coughed, and turned to look at the field, "Who won just now?"
"Song Qingshu wins!" Luzhangke replied.
Zhao Min looked at the handsome young man in the field and said, "The Wudang swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved. Let me fight with you!"
At this time, Song Qingshu looked slightly pale and looked weak. As for the person who had fought with him before, it was He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun.
Without even looking at He Taichong, Zhao Min took a wooden sword and walked straight to Song Qingshu, "If you lose, you have to leave a finger or a special move!"
Song Qingshu snorted and said nothing, thinking secretly in his heart that if there was a chance, he would take the opportunity to kill this witch so that his father and Zhiruo would not be humiliated.
Zhao Min smiled slightly, raised his hand and stabbed out with a sword. Although he used a wooden sword and did not use any internal force, the sword was powerful and the angle was accurately grasped, which showed that Zhao Min had great attainments in swordsmanship.
To be extraordinary.
Song Qingshu was also frightened in his heart. He immediately did not dare to be careless and raised a sword in his hand, holding it across his chest.
But if you look closely, you will find that his sword is not stationary, but is moving downward at an extremely slow speed.
Zhao Min obviously didn't notice this. As soon as the wooden sword was blocked, she immediately turned the sword over and drew it from top to bottom.
But the next moment, Song Qingshu's wooden sword suddenly lifted up, and the sword came out horizontally, hitting Zhao Mintan's central acupoint directly.
Zhao Min was also slightly surprised, but she reacted very quickly. She saw her legs rising up in the air, her body folding in half from her lower abdomen, and she could barely avoid Song Qingshu's sword.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he looked furious, "What is this? It was clearly agreed that internal force will not be used, this is unfair!"
Zhao Min pursed his lips and smiled, "Are you blind? Who saw me using my inner strength!"
The reason why she was able to use this move just now was all due to her diligent practice of the Shenzu Sutra during this period, which greatly improved her physical toughness, and she was somewhat grateful to Murong Fusheng in her heart.
"You..." Song Qingshu was speechless for a moment. After carefully recalling Zhao Min's move just now, there was indeed no internal energy fluctuation, but the move was really weird. She was indeed a witch!
"Humph, besides, as your current status as a prisoner, don't you think it's ridiculous to tell me about fairness?" Zhao Min's expression suddenly turned cold, "If you don't use the real Wudang swordsmanship, I won't have time to play with you.
Got it!"
Song Qingshu opened his mouth, then snorted, raised his sword and stabbed out, the speed was extremely fast.
"Okay, it should have been like this a long time ago!" Seeing him using the real Wudang swordsmanship, Zhao Min's little face was slightly excited and he struck back.
For a time, the two of them were going back and forth, fighting at par. Song Qingshu's martial arts adhered to the lineage of Wudang, which emphasized the harmony of form, spirit, energy, and intention. He was as quiet as a virgin, and moved like a rabbit in flight, combining hardness and softness.
It's just that Song Qingshu lost all his internal strength, and his hands, eyes, and body movements were all much slower than usual, and his sword skills were just a showpiece. Zhao Min had the skills of various schools, both good and evil. Although he used his internal energy, his body skills were light.
Agile moves.
Not long after, Song Qingshu gradually fell into a disadvantage. When he saw Zhao Min slashing with his sword, a cruel look flashed across his face. He raised his sword and moved it forward. Then he turned half a circle and held the sword with both hands.
He stabbed his own right ribs with his handle.
Zhao Min was slightly stunned. Do you want to die together?
At this moment, Luzhangke shouted slightly, "Stop!"
His body flashed quickly, he stepped into the field, and struck Song Qingshu on the wrist with a distant palm.
Song Qingshu could no longer hold the wooden sword and took it out.
"This time, you won!" Luzhangke glanced at Song Qingshu and said calmly.
"What!" Zhao Min was immediately puzzled, "How could he win?"
"The princess didn't know something. The sword he just struck seemed to kill everyone, but in fact it was extremely cunning. It resulted in both death and injury. His sword pierced the ribs, which would not cause death, but the princess' life was in danger!
" Luzhangke said rather tactfully.
Zhao Min frowned and thought deeply. After a while, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but nodded: "That's true. This move is wonderful, wonderful!"
Luzhangke's face changed slightly, "The Princess is worth a thousand dollars. If it is not absolutely necessary, I hope the Princess will not try it easily!"
"I know, thank you, Master Lu!" Zhao Min obviously didn't listen, and turned to look at Song Qingshu, "What is this move called? Is it your Wudang stunt? It's really amazing!"
An arrogant look flashed across Song Qingshu's face, "This move is called Heaven and Earth Live Together. It is a unique skill created by my seventh uncle. However, the master said that the violence is too strong and has not yet been included in Wudang's unique skills."
"Then do you plan to keep your fingers or your unique skills?" Zhao Min suddenly changed the topic and asked Youyou.
"This..." Song Qingshu hesitated immediately, asking him to leave his finger and never have the chance to do swordsmanship again. This was obviously impossible, but if he wanted to pass on Wudang's secret skills to this witch, if his father and the others found out in the future, he would have to kill himself.
.
Zhao Min guessed Song Qingshu's difficulty as soon as his eyes rolled, and did not rush him. It seemed that it was very interesting to watch a person make a choice between his own interests and the interests of the sect.
At this moment, two soldiers escorted a woman in green clothes out of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
"Zhiruo!" Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to step forward, there was a "bang" and he was knocked away by the deer stick guest.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows, her expression as indifferent as water.
"Don't hurt her, I'll write down whatever stunts you want!" Song Qingshu said this without thinking.
Zhao Min looked slightly happy, stroking her hands and smiling, "Okay!"
Immediately, two soldiers brought the Four Treasures of the Study.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Song Qingshu and said lightly: "Just take care of yourself!"
Song Qingshu opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Zhao Min turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo. Although he felt quite uncomfortable, he said with a smile: "As expected of that person who cares about you so much. After locking you up for so many days, you are still like this. Maybe you are really a fairy.
Woolen cloth!"
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was as beautiful as a fairy and as beautiful as a celestial being. Looking from a distance and up close, there was a charm coming out of her bones. She was incompatible with this world. It seemed that she might fly up by the moon at any time and return to her place.
The place to return to.
Hearing the words "That person cares about you so much", Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but think of Murong Fu. Gu Jing Wubo's eyes slightly rippled, and then quickly fell silent again, looking at Zhao Min with an indifferent expression, "Look for you.
What am I here to do?”
"Hmph!" Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's Qi-nurturing skills, Zhao Min became even more irritated. He pointed at Song Qingshu and said, "This person cares about you so much, why don't you take another look?"
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned and looked at Zhou Zhiruo with an obsessed expression.
"He has nothing to do with me, not even his family. Why should I look at him more?"
"Zhiruo..." Song Qingshu murmured.
Zhao Min also frowned slightly, "Zhou Zhiruo, it seems you weren't like this before, right?"
"Then what should I be like?" Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"You shouldn't have been so indifferent before. No, maybe I should say you weren't so cold!" Zhao Min turned a blind eye to Zhou Zhiruo's look and said to himself.
The Ruyang Palace has long been eyeing the major sects in the Central Plains, so it has conducted very detailed investigations on the leaders of each sect. According to the intelligence, Zhou Zhiruo is a gentle and soft-hearted person. Even if she doesn't like Song Qingshu, she shouldn't be like this.
Unfeeling.
A white figure flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's mind, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face.
Although this change in expression only occurred in an instant, Zhao Min still caught it, and his heart moved, "Is it because of him?" He said with a half-smile:
"That man is already dead, so why should you keep thinking about it? There are so many good men in this world. For example, this Song Qingshu, whose appearance and background are no worse than him. Although his martial arts is a bit worse, if he practices for another twenty or thirty years, who will be better?
It’s not necessarily low!”
"Well, Zhao Min, let's see how I deal with you next time!" At this time, Murong Fu happened to arrive near the Thousand Buddha Pagoda and listened to Zhao Min's words word for word.
However, he couldn't help but want to hear what Zhou Zhiruo would say, so he stopped and hid on the east wall of the courtyard.
Needless to say, Song Qingshu was already looking at Zhou Zhiruo eagerly, his heart pounding.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Min, "Maybe there are many men in the world who are better than him, but I only love him!"
I don't know why, but she couldn't help but say those words that she didn't dare to say before.
Murong Fu, who was hiding far away, was immediately overjoyed and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He thought to himself: "My Zhiruo is the most well-behaved. My brother will love you very much tonight!"
Song Qingshu looked ashen, but the next moment, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Why, he is already a dead man, why are you... poof!"
But mid-sentence, Zhao Min slapped a palm from the air, "It's so noisy!"
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, "Miss Zhao came to me for this reason, right?"
"Of course not!" Zhao Min stroked his forehead and smiled again in the blink of an eye, "The old rules are, compete with me in sword competition, if you win, you will be safe, if you lose, you will leave a finger or a unique skill!"
A few days ago, she asked Ding Minjun for a set of Emei sword skills. After practicing these days, she felt that it was more and more exquisite. She wanted to squeeze out a few more sets. She had to send her away anyway, so she couldn't give it away for nothing.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Min with a strange look, nodded slightly, "Okay!"
On the contrary, Zhao Min was shocked. In the past few days, people from the six major sects had been forced to compete. They either refused to do so, or hid them. At the worst, they had to say a few harsh words before they agreed to compete. Like Zhou Zhiruo.
Shuang Kuang had never seen it before and couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what the purpose of the competition is?"
"Ha!" Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "Don't you just want to steal the secrets of various schools?"
"Then you still..."
"As long as you can learn, there is no harm in learning!" A flash of contempt flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face.
Zhao Min couldn't understand the woman in front of him more and more, and snorted secretly, "What a bastard, both men and women act weird!"
He ordered his men to get wooden swords, and each of them took one.