Shi Meng was overjoyed. With Song Qingshu's help, he could get rid of Mo Han, take revenge for today, and resolve the hidden dangers in the future. This was naturally the best.
However, he did not know that the reason Mo Han had let them go was to cast a long line and catch a big fish. He would lure out Song Qingshu and the others, then take care of them all and earn points!
Otherwise, Mo Han wouldn't have killed Song Qingshu just because Zhang Sanfeng had taken him in.
However, if Song Qingshu jumped out to court death, things would be easier.
However, Shi Meng didn't know about this. He rolled his eyes and continued,""Senior Brother, there's something I don't know if I should say.”
Song Qingshu looked at the crippled Shi Meng and nodded.""Speak!"
"As everyone knows, our Wudang Sect is a righteous and righteous sect. If they were to find out about this, they would probably stop us from punishing that scoundrel Mo Han. After all, the Sect Master was the one who had brought back that scoundrel Mo Han. However, if he didn't get rid of this bastard, there would be endless trouble in the future!”
Shi Meng endured the intense pain in his body and said fiercely.
Song Qingshu instantly understood what Shi Meng meant. He immediately patted his shoulder and smiled.
"Brother Shi Mu, you're very thoughtful. I'll handle this matter properly. As for you, stay here and recuperate. This is Wudang's healing medicine. Take it first and follow me from now on!”
As he spoke, Song Qingshu took out an exquisite medicine bottle and handed it to Shi Meng.
"Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother!" Shi Meng hurriedly said. He was overjoyed in his heart.
After this incident, even if Chen Song survived, he would be completely crippled, and he could take the opportunity to replace Chen Song's position and become Song Qingshu's right-hand man.
In the future, when Song Qingshu became the sect master of Wudang, he would at least be an elder or even a guardian. His future was limitless!
Unfortunately, many times, ideals were abundant, but reality was the backbone!
Song Qingshu instructed the two of them to take care of Shi Meng before turning to leave.
Without alerting Song Yuanqiao and the others, Song Qingshu took advantage of the night and Zhang Sanfeng's seclusion to gather some of his trusted aides and headed towards Mo Han's residence.
As long as Mo Han wasn't involved, along with the fact that he had harmed the Wudang Sect disciples, his identity was strange, and there was a rift between the Demonic Sect…
The dead could not testify. With this series of crimes, even his grand master, Zhang Sanfeng, would not blame him.
Song Qingshu had thought about all this very clearly.
A group of people rushed toward a bamboo house near the mountainside.
That bamboo house was very remote. It was Mo Han's residence, and it was below the residence of the third generation disciples.
From this, it could be seen that Mo Han was unable to cultivate previously, and his situation in Wudang was very difficult.
"Mo Han, come out!"
A furious roar rang out, hiding a cold killing intent, startling the Jackdaws that were perched around.
"The fish has taken the bait!"
Mo Han, who was cultivating, smiled faintly when he heard this. He immediately stood up and walked out.
What he lacked the most right now was points. Not only had Song Qingshu come alone, but he had also brought along a group of third-generation disciples. He was undoubtedly the best.
How many points would he get if he tortured so many people?
For a moment, Mo Han couldn't help but snicker, his eyes filled with joy.
Looking at Mo Han's strange gaze, as if he was admiring his prey, the other third generation disciples and Song Qingshu all had a bad feeling.
" Hmph!" Song Qingshu snorted coldly and said angrily," Thief Mo Han, as a remnant of the Demonic Sect, you infiltrated our Wudang Sect with ill intentions. It is an unforgivable crime to steal a master's secret knowledge. Killing a Wudang disciple was not worth regretting. Today, I, Song Qingshu, will clean up the sect and kill you!”
"Demon Cult Remnant? Secretly learning an absolute art? Hurt a Wudang disciple?" When Mo Han heard this, he couldn't help but be speechless. This Song Qingshu really knew how to flatter others.
These three charges were really ruthless.
Thus, Mo Han waved his hand and said," Song Qingshu, a piece of trash like you doesn't have any ability at all. You can only talk." Forget it, don't say that I, Mo Han, am bullying you. You guys can come at me together. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll beat you up until your father doesn't recognize you.”
"You!"
The arrogant Song Qingshu was so angry that his face turned ashen. He clenched his left fist so tightly that it made cracking sounds.
Mo Han was truly arrogant. He was clearly only in the second-rate realm, yet he still dared to look down on a first-rate expert like him. He was simply courting death!
Song Qingshu took a step forward and said,""Thief, I, Song Qingshu, alone am more than enough to deal with a Demon Cult survivor like you. Take this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu leaped up and charged straight at Mo Han. He struck out with a palm, filled with killing intent.
Although it was still the Wudang Soft Palm, it was much stronger than Shi Meng's.
Mo Han smiled faintly. His white clothes were whiter than snow. When Song Qingshu rushed in front of him, he immediately leaped up and disappeared in front of Song Qingshu. It was the Wudang ultimate technique, Cloud Ladder.
Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically, but he couldn't stop his attack, and his attack missed.
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind."Buttocks backward, Wild Goose Falling on the Sand!”
Bang!
Mo Han appeared behind Song Qingshu like a ghost. He kicked out and sent Song Qingshu flying.
Therefore, before Song Qingshu could come back to his senses, he was sent flying backward and did a perfect backflip. In the end, he fell to the ground with his limbs facing the sky in pain.
"Hehe, Senior Brother Song's buttocks are facing backwards, and the Wild Goose Falling on the Sand is indeed extraordinary. All of you should learn it.”
Mo Han said mockingly.
The surrounding disciples who were watching were all dumbfounded. Wasn't their invincible and high and mighty Eldest Senior Brother Song Qingshu supposed to be able to easily capture a good-for-nothing like Mo Han?
Why was it that the moment they exchanged blows, a wild goose fell on the sand and directly ate the soil?
Song Qingshu was even angrier. He immediately slapped the ground with his palm, flipped over, and spat out a mouthful of soil. Pointing his sword at Mo Han, he said angrily,"
"Good thief, you dare to use Cloud Ladder to play with me, you're courting death!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu attacked again. He brandished his sword, and his killing intent soared.
"Good!" Mo Han's eyes lit up. He casually picked up a withered branch and went straight for it.
Seeing how Mo Han looked down on him and only used a withered branch to fight against him, Song Qingshu's expression turned even uglier. He said fiercely,"
"Thief Mo Han, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth today and humiliated me. It's hard for you to die even if you want to. On the contrary, I want you to be a cripple for the rest of your life. I want to torture you continuously and make you wish you were dead!”
When Mo Han heard this, he didn't mind. The withered branch in his hand suddenly spun and Nine Beyond the Swords whistled out."Sword-breaking stance!"
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