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23 If I am injured in the slightest, Wudang will not exist! I beg for everything

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Previously, when he faced the crown prince, he still had confidence.

This was because there were many martial arts masters in Wudang. Not only did they have a legendary figure like Zhang Sanfeng, but they also had junior brothers with Xiantian cultivation.

In addition, the crown prince did not have any martial arts, so he could be tough to the end.

But now, this imperial grandson actually had the cultivation of the peak of Xiantian tenth grade, which greatly exceeded their expectations.

Now that their master was in seclusion, if there was a conflict, it would have very serious consequences.

After all, they had already injured the crown prince. If this eldest grandson of the crown prince was injured again, the imperial court would probably be furious!

"Father, with Great Master here, why should we be afraid of this kid?”

Song Qingshu saw that Song Yuanqiao had given in and was very unconvinced.

When had their Wudang Sect ever yielded to outsiders?

Even Shaolin Temple, which was also a powerhouse in the martial arts world, had to respect Wudang.

"Qing Shu, shut up!" said Yu Lianzhou. There was nothing he could do about this Junior Nephew, but he was still the son of his Eldest Senior Brother.

Song Qingshu still wanted to say something, but Song Yuanqiao directly raised his hand, signaling him not to speak.

"How can the laws of the imperial court be child's play in the pugilistic world? Today, I'm going to Wudang Sect to do one thing. I'll deal with Wudang Sect and set the record straight! Either you and your son leave with me, or the True Martial Hall will bleed endlessly today!”

Zhu Fan looked at Song Yuanqiao in front of him and did not have the slightest intention of backing down.

Such dominance made Song Yuanqiao and the others extremely furious.

Their Wudang Sect had never met such a powerful person.

"Your Highness Zhangsun, you're young and impetuous. You have to think carefully if you want to be an enemy of Wudang.”

Song Yuanqiao was also furious. He was Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple. Even though his cultivation was not strong, his status was extremely high.

All the sect leaders had to treat him with respect.

However, a sixteen-year-old brat had forced him into such a state.

Did he really think he was made of mud?

So what if he was the eldest grandson of the emperor?

He had injured the Crown Prince, so he dared to hurt the eldest grandson of the Imperial Family!

So what if Taizu is furious?

As long as Zhang Sanfeng did not die, Wudang would not be destroyed.

This sentence was not just for show!

How could Zhu Fan not listen to the threat in Song Yuanqiao's mouth?

"Hahaha? Threatening me? If I am injured in the slightest today, in less than half a month, my Daming Empire will gather a million cavalry. At that time, blood will flow like a river, and Wudang will no longer exist. Do you believe it?”

Millions of cavalry gathered!

Wudang was gone!

Liu Xi, Wei Zhongxian, and the others behind Zhu Fan trembled violently.

Domineering! Imposingness! Domineering!

This was the current eldest grandson of the emperor!

For the first time, be it Song Qingshu or the six people led by Song Yuanqiao, they were shocked.

This eldest grandson of the royal family was too domineering. He was much, much more powerful than the crown prince.

Song Yuanqiao was incomparably shocked. If the million-strong army really gathered, it would be a matter of Wudang's life and death.

This was not something he could decide.

"Your Highness Zhangsun, are you really going to do this?”

Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath and said in a somewhat hoarse voice.

Behind him, Song Qingshu clenched his fists. He bore a grudge.

This eldest grandson of the royal family was too domineering. He knew that his father would definitely protect him, but if this continued, he would inevitably suffer physical pain.

He didn't want this to happen!

"Bullsh * t imperial grandson, if you dare to touch me, my Wudang Sect will make you wish you were dead.”

Song Qingshu had been pampered since he was a child in Wudang. When had he ever encountered such a thing? He could no longer tolerate it and exploded.

"You're courting death!"

" Kill!" Liu Xi shouted. He circulated the massive internal energy in his body and attacked. In an instant, he appeared beside Song Qingshu.

There were traces of black gas coiling around his hand, looking extremely strange!

Those who insult His Highness Zhangsun will die!

"Five Poison Yama Palm?" Song Yuanqiao was someone who immediately recognized the martial arts that Liu Xi was using.

"Qing Shu, quickly move aside." Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan, who were closest to Song Qingshu, immediately attacked.

"His Highness Zhangsun still dares to make a move? Tiangang Boy Technique!"

At this moment, Cao Zhengchun made his move. He circulated the Heavenly Dipper Boy Technique and turned into a blur as he fought with Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A powerful internal force burst forth, kicking up a cloud of dust and scattering light.

In a moment of silence, the four Xiantian experts started fighting.

For a moment, dust flew into the air. The other Wudang disciples could not get close at all.

At that moment, Liu Xi was already close to Song Qingshu.

Although Song Qingshu was Song Yuanqiao's only disciple, how could his martial arts compare to Liu Xi's? He panicked for a moment.

"If you want to hurt my son, do you have to ask me first?”

At this moment, a voice came from behind Liu Xi, shocking him.

He immediately turned around and circulated his internal strength to fight with Song Yuanqiao.

"Dong dong dong!"

In an instant, both sides exchanged dozens of palm strikes.

Although Liu Xi was strong, he was not Song Yuanqiao's match. He immediately retreated step by step.

On the other side, Cao Zhengchun was also facing immense pressure.

"Song Yuanqiao, if I remember correctly, the thing that injured my father was your right hand, right?”

Just as Song Yuanqiao was suppressing Liu Xi, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Clang!"

"Puchi!"

An intense light flashed like a bolt of lightning.

Before Song Yuanqiao could react, he felt an intense pain in his right hand, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

Blood splattered all over Wudang Mountain as the sword struck!

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