Yu Lianzhou shook his head and said angrily,""Nonsense! If you want us to attack together for a fourteen-year-old youth, how will we, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, face ourselves when we travel the martial world in the future?”
Zhang Songxi also nodded." That's right. We're not a match for him in a one-on-one fight. It's us who are not skilled enough and have damaged Master's reputation. However, if they used numbers to bully the few, Wudang's reputation would be destroyed!”
The others nodded in agreement. They had their own determination in their hearts.
Mo Han smiled faintly. These Wudang heroes were not bad. Other than Mo Shenggu, who was too impulsive, the others had integrity and persistence.
Song Qingshu's expression turned even uglier when he heard that. He continued,"
"Foolish! How muddle-headed! Uncle-Masters, this brat Mo Han is from the Demonic Sect. He was clearly extraordinary, but he hid in Wudang Sect and pretended to be a good-for-nothing who could not cultivate. He secretly learned Wudang Sect's ultimate techniques. He was truly a wolf with wild ambitions. If you don't take him down today for the sake of your reputation, the entire Wudang Sect will be in endless trouble in the future!”
Hearing this, Yu Lianzhou and the others fell silent, but no one made a move.
"If we ruin Wudang's future for the sake of the reputation of the six of you, that would be the misfortune of our sect! How muddle-headed! Uncle-Masters, you are being selfish and harming Wudang!”
Yu Lianzhou and the others 'expressions turned ugly, and their hearts wavered.
For the sake of his own reputation, he would continue to be selfish?
Or for Wudang Sect? Attack together, take down Mo Han, and eliminate the hidden danger?
"Noisy!"
Just as everyone was feeling suspicious, Mo Han was completely enraged. This Song Qingshu was simply courting death!
Then, Mo Han waved his sleeve, and a long sword shot out, landing between Song Qingshu's legs.
However, it was different from the last time. This time, there was blood spilling out.
"Ah!" With a scream, Song Qingshu clutched his crotch and rolled on the ground in pain.
He was completely crippled, be it in terms of cultivation or manliness.
From then on, Song Qingshu became a complete piece of trash who couldn't cultivate and couldn't do anything. He was a eunuch!
To him, this was simply a fate worse than death!
" You…" Yu Lianzhou and the rest's expressions turned very ugly. They had not expected Mo Han to actually make Song Qingshu inhumane and make Song Yuanqiao lose his descendants!
In an instant, all the Wudang heroes were furious. They glared at each other and drew their swords.
Song Qingshu's death of his descendants became the final fuse.
"Second Senior Brother, since this is the case today, this kid has to stay!”
Zhang Songxi said meaningfully.
They were not Mo Han's match in a one-on-one battle, but it was a completely different story when they were in the True Martial Seven Interception Formation.
One had to know that the Wudang Heroes 'Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation could even make Shaolin monks kneel.
They looked at each other and nodded. Finally, Yu Lianzhou said,""True Martial Seven Severing Formation!"
In an instant, the formation was formed and surrounded Mo Han.
When Song Qingshu saw this, a sinister smile appeared on his face. Enduring the pain, he said fiercely,"Martial Uncle, kill him, kill him! Kill him quickly!"
The situation was on the verge of breaking out. Both sides were ready for battle, causing the surrounding air to become stagnant and murderous.
The other third-generation disciples were all as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak.
"Attack!"
In the end, Yu Lianzhou spoke, and everyone made their moves.
But at this moment, a soft shout was heard."Stop! Stop!"
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
The Wudang heroes all stopped and looked at Song Yuanqiao, who was rushing over. They all heaved a sigh of relief.
Although Zhang Cuishan wasn't around and Yu Daiyan was crippled, Song Yuanqiao was here. With the five of them, their chances of winning were greater. They would definitely be able to take down Mo Han.
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he struggled to get up. He covered his crotch and rushed towards Song Yuanqiao, crying,"
"Father, that scoundrel Mo Han crippled my cultivation and even made me impotent, causing our Song Clan to have no descendants. You must kill him and avenge me!”
Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao stopped in his tracks. His expression became a little ugly, and his heart was extremely complicated.
Then, he took a deep breath and looked at Mo Han, then at Song Qingshu. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Father, what are you waiting for? Quickly kill him and avenge me!”
Song Qingshu urged.
Pa!
A crisp sound rang out, surprising everyone.
Song Yuanqiao opened his eyes and raised his hand. A loud slap landed on Song Qingshu's face, leaving him dumbfounded.
Song Qingshu covered his face in disbelief. After a long while, he stuttered,""Father! He crippled my son. Why didn't you kill him to avenge me? Why did you hit me?”
"Hit you? You bastard, I can't beat you to death!"
Song Yuanqiao said angrily. Following that, he punched and kicked Song Qingshu without holding back at all.
Seeing this scene, the other third-generation disciples were all dumbfounded.
Even Yu Lianzhou and the others were completely dumbfounded.
This wasn't right. Why didn't Eldest Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao seek revenge for his crippled son? Why did he beat up his crippled son?
In the end, Song Yuanqiao sent Song Qingshu flying with a kick and said angrily,""Kneel down!"
Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, but he didn't dare to disobey. He could only kneel down while trembling and rush toward Song Yuanqiao.
"Turn around!" Song Yuanqiao shouted angrily again and kicked out again, directly kicking Song Qingshu to the ground.
Puff!
He spat out another mouthful of blood. Song Qingshu's blood and tears blurred his vision as he trembled and turned around. He got up, knelt down, and rushed in Mo Yi's direction, his face filled with disbelief.
Meanwhile, Song Yuanqiao tidied up his clothes and took a step forward. He bowed to Mo Han and said solemnly,"
"Martial Uncle, it's Yuanqiao's fault for not disciplining him properly, causing the unfilial son to cause trouble. Please, Martial Uncle, on account of Yuanqiao's only son, spare his dog life!”
As he said that, Song Yuanqiao bowed even lower, his expression sincere.
The surrounding people were completely dumbfounded. Song Qingshu, who was kneeling on the ground, felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
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