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At the center of the town.
The big shots of the various large factions had gathered here.
They were discussing when to attack and all kinds of related arrangements.
Shaolin consisted of Fang Zheng, the head of Dharma Yard, Kong Zhi, the head of Bodhi Yard, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Hao Datong, Abbess Miejue of Emei Sect, Yue Buqun and Xianyu Tong of Huashan Sect, etc...
As for Wudang Sect, the second elder of Wudang Sect, Taoist Priest Chongxu, had come. Lu Renjia and the others had already met up with him. Naturally, this person was here to stand on the platform and express his attitude. Wudang Sect was still led by Song Qingshu.
At this moment, there were dozens of people sitting in an inn.
"Why isn't Song Qingshu here yet?" Mistress Miejue's expression was not too good. Didn't they say that Song Qingshu would lead Wudang Sect? Fortunately, Taoist Master Chong Xu was there.
Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang Sect, was followed by two elders. The first elder, Priest Mu, was known as one of the top ten swordsmen in the world. The right-hand elder, Priest Chongxu, was a simple and kind man. Next were the seven heroes of Wudang Sect, and Song Qingshu.
This was the ranking of seniority.
At this moment, Taoist Master Chong Xu revealed a smile and stroked his long beard."Nun, why are you so anxious? Qing Shu is about to arrive. Moreover, there are so many experts present.”
It wasn't that he was belittling Song Qingshu, but that he was deliberately flattering everyone present to change the topic.
Sure enough, the people present had a reserved expression on their faces. They smiled reservedly, but they understood their own business.
Two things had happened in the past half a month. Ye Gucheng had broken through the limit of the Inborn Realm and entered the Peerless Realm. Naturally, he was out of the Rising Dragon Roll.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, was ranked first on the Rising Dragon Roll. Because of his ethereal temperament, handsome and unrestrained, he had already reached the Connate Realm at the age of 20. Moreover, he had defeated the peerless peak with the Connate Realm. Originally, Wandering Know-it-all was prepared to give him the title of banished immortal.
However, considering that Song Qingshu's attack was a sure-kill, even the top three beauties of the Hundred Flower List had fallen under his hands.
In the end, Wandering Know-it-all gave Song Qingshu a nickname…
The white-robed Asura, Song Qingshu!
Everyone present understood their own business. Other than a few, most of the people here were at the Xiantian realm and had not reached the Peerless Realm.
"Hmph, I don't think Song Qingshu is afraid of these scoundrels from the Demon Cult.”
However, at this moment, a short old man with a wretched appearance sitting in the corner said sarcastically.
It was the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai!
It was no secret that his disciples had died at Song Qingshu's hands.
Thinking of this, Yu Canghai became angry. However, he did not dare to find Wudang to fight with real weapons. He could only vent his anger. Song Qingshu was not here anyway.
"Oh? Sect Leader Yu seems to have some opinions about me. Continue, it doesn't matter. I'm all ears!”
Suddenly, an ethereal voice sounded.
Hualala.
Everyone turned around and looked in disbelief because they did not notice that someone was behind them!
He saw a few disciples standing at the side, trembling.
Outside, a white-robed young man walked over as if he was strolling through the clouds. He walked over like a leisurely crane. The wind was light and the clouds were calm. There was not a trace of smoke or fire. He was like an immortal who had descended from the sky. It was illusory and was a strong contrast to this turbid world.
It was Song Qingshu.
He slowly walked into the inn and nodded slightly at Taoist Master Chong Xu. Then, he looked at Yu Canghai and smiled,"Sect Leader Yu, what dissatisfaction do you have with me?”
He was so calm and collected, but Yu Canghai felt immense pressure. He felt that Song Qingshu's gaze was infinitely deep, like the starry sky, and the pressure was immense.
For a moment, cold sweat broke out on Yu Canghai's forehead. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he realized that he could not say anything. In the end, he helplessly lowered his head, feeling a little dejected.
This simple sentence had caused the Sect Master of Qingcheng Sect to lose his morale. This caused the gazes of many people present to turn grave. They realized that they couldn't see through Song Qingshu at all. He was like an immortal in the clouds, full of mystery.
"Qing Shu, it's good that you're here.”Taoist Master Chong Xu nodded in satisfaction.
Song Qingshu smiled and nodded. He flung his robe and sat on the big chair in front of Taoist Chongxu, which represented the Wudang leader. He swept his gaze across the crowd and said,"I am Song Qingshu of Wudang. Greetings, everyone.”
"Haha, I am Quan Zhen Sect's Ma Yu.”As a natural ally of Wudang Sect, Perfected Ma Yu smiled and said.
"Greetings, Reverend Ma Yu." Song Qingshu nodded with a smile.”
"This poor monk is Fang Zheng. This is the head monk of Shaolin Bodhi Yard, Kongzhi.”Fang Zheng, one of the two representatives of the Shaolin Temple, said.
The current generation of Shaolin was Xuan, Kong, Fang, and Yuan.
Fang Zheng was able to become the head of the Dharma House as the third generation. He was not weak, but the main reason was that he was the only person who had cultivated the Yijin Sutra in the past hundred years.
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