This youth was Song Yuanqiao's only son, Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu's status in Wudang Mountain was extremely high.
He was the leader of the third-generation disciples.
He could already be considered the third sect leader candidate.
Although Song Qingshu had been carefully taught.
But he was jealous.
When Song Qingshu heard about Zhang Wuji's deeds, he was furious.
The WuTang Sect had always been a righteous sect. How could they be entangled with evil?
He had been waiting. As long as Zhang Wuji returned, he would make trouble and clean up the sect.
Although he knew that he would definitely be opposed by his father and martial uncles.
Song Qingshu also wanted to destroy Zhang Wuji's prestige.
Zhang Wuji saw Song Qingshu.
His face was filled with disdain.
In the original novel, this person would become jealous and betray his master.
It was not a good thing.
So what is right and what is evil?
Not all righteous people were good people.
Although Song Qingshu was slightly older, he was much thinner than Zhang Wuji.
Therefore, Song Qingshu was like a younger brother to Zhang Wuji.
" I know you," Zhang Wuji said with a smile." You're Senior Martial Uncle's precious son. Your name is Song Qingshu, right?"”
Song Qingshu, who was high and mighty, snorted.
A few Wudang disciples followed behind Song Qingshu.
He was quite arrogant.
When the other disciples saw Song Qingshu, they avoided Zhang Wuji, afraid that Song Qingshu would vent his anger on them.
" You little devil," Song Qingshu said." Why aren't you leaving the mountain? Stop tarnishing our Wudang Sect's reputation." What kind of person is my Fifth Martial Uncle? He must have been bewitched by your mother, that's why he's willing to degenerate. I'll teach you a lesson today."
Zhang Wuji was furious.
"Song Qingshu, who do you think you are?”
Zhang Wuji's aura surged as he walked forward step by step.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but panic.
He did not expect Zhang Wuji to not be frightened by so many Wudang disciples.
Instead, he was extremely arrogant.
Wasn't this the true nature of the Demon Cult?
The disciples behind Song Qingshu retreated.
"Qing Shu, Zhang Wuji's martial arts is extraordinary. It's better not to fight.”
"Qing Shu, I think this kid is fearless. I'm afraid he has some special methods.”
" Where did all of your prestige go?" Song Qingshu said angrily." You bunch of trash." Watch me…"
Song Qingshu was also courting death, actually wanting to stroke Zhang Wuji's tiger beard.
If Song Qingshu had seen Zhang Wuji in action, he would probably have run away with his tail between his legs.
However, rumors had it that Xi Huazi was already injured, so Zhang Wuji managed to sneak attack him.
In any case, those people from the Kunlun Sect were all dead, and the dead could not testify.
As for Tang Wenliang, he was also taking care of his old face and boasting that he was broad-minded and let Zhang Wuji off.
Therefore, Song Qingshu thought that Zhang Wuji was also an embroidered pillow.
However, Zhang Wuji's extraordinary aura made Song Qingshu extremely nervous.
However, how could Song Qingshu be able to back down when facing so many Wudang Sect disciples?
This was not the time to admit defeat.
When Zhou Zhiruo saw that the two of them were about to start fighting, she said anxiously,""Zhang Wuji, don't hurt Song Qingshu. I'm afraid it won't look good on your father and mother's face, and it'll hurt the relationship between your father and his fellow disciples.”
Song Qingshu wanted to show off in front of Zhou Zhiruo.
He wanted to win Zhou Zhiruo's admiration.
However, he didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo's kind reminder to Zhang Wuji.
It was as if a needle had pierced Song Qingshu's body.
" Where did you come from, you wild girl?" Song Qingshu said angrily." You have no right to speak here." I'll teach you a lesson after I take care of Zhang Wuji.”
Zhou Zhiruo was also naive and innocent.
"Song Qingshu, I'm just reminding you out of kindness. I feel like you can't beat Fearless.”
Song Qingshu almost vomited blood.
Song Qingshu drew his sword and flew into the air, stabbing it down viciously.
However, Zhang Wuji did not move at all.
In Zhang Wuji's eyes, Song Qingshu was no different from an ant.
Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with rage.
Zhang Wuji, how dare you be so reckless? Are you prepared to take my sword head-on?
Hmph, then I'll stab you right through.
Although I can't kill you, I'll injure you and make you suffer.
When Zhou Zhiruo saw that the sword was about to stab Zhang Wuji, she panicked.
This Zhang Wuji was really too arrogant.
Zhang Wuji, however, was extremely calm. When Song Qingshu's sword arrived, he grabbed with his hand.
Song Qingshu's sword could no longer stab forward.
"You dare to come out and make a fool of yourself with that little ability of yours?"”
"Let go of me…" Song Qingshu said anxiously.
"Kacha".
Song Qingshu's sword was broken by Zhang Wuji with his bare hands.
Clang! The metal pieces fell to the ground.
The Wudang Sect disciples were shocked and their mouths were wide open.
Song Qingshu was even more furious. He threw down the broken sword and slapped out with both palms.
Zhang Wuji grabbed Song Qingshu's hair and threw him to the ground.
Song Qingshu howled in pain, feeling as if all the bones in his body had shattered.
None of the disciples dared to step forward to stop him. They trembled in the distance.
Zhang Wuji stepped on Song Qingshu's head.
"Remember, as long as I, Zhang Wuji, am around, you don't have the right to be arrogant.”
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