Looking at the narcissistic Chu Liuxiang, the corner of Yang Zhan's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. He glanced at him speechlessly.
He really didn't expect that the famous Chu Liuxiang would actually be such a narcissistic person. It was simply subverting the original image of Chu Liuxiang in his memory.
Perhaps she saw the rolling eyes in Yang Zhan's eyes, Chu Liuxiang subconsciously cleared her throat to hide the awkwardness in her heart. Then, she smiled and said," Little brother, Mo Yan doesn't mind. I was just joking with you."”
"Handsome Xiang is too serious!"
Yang Zhan shook his head and smiled.
At the same time, on the stone steps outside the True Martial Hall.
When they saw Song Yuanqiao burst forth with the aura of a Half-step Grandmaster, all the Wudang disciples instantly drew their swords and stared at the tens of thousands of martial artists in the square below with solemn and angry expressions.
" Eldest Senior Brother…"
Seeing this, Zhang Cuishan quickly shouted and shook his head.
After seeing Zhang Cuishan's attitude, Song Yuanqiao sighed deeply. After which, he slowly withdrew the pressure around him and took a step back.
"Phew…"
After seeing Song Yuanqiao restrain his aura, the tens of thousands of martial artists in the huge square heaved a sigh of relief.
Unless they had no other choice, they really did not want to make things difficult for Wudang Sect.
After all, Wudang Sect was a righteous sect that paid attention to the morality of the pugilistic world.
They could only put pressure on Wudang on the surface. However, if they were to really become enemies with Wudang, most of the people in the martial arts world would not have the courage to do so.
After all, Wudang's strength was too deep. Just Song Yuanqiao's half-step grandmaster strength alone was already on par with the sect masters of the various large sects and factions. In fact, he might even win.
If a great war really broke out today, the Jianghu forces in the south of the Land of the Nine Prefectures would probably be reshuffled very soon.
Now that Song Yuanqiao took the initiative to retreat, how could they not be happy?
Soon, Zhang Cuishan's sharp gaze swept across the people in the square below. Then, he said in a clear voice," Fellow martial artists, I really don't know where Xie Xun is. However, I heard that Xie Xun died a long time ago. Therefore, if you want to obtain Xie Xun's whereabouts from me, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.”
"Also, Master Xuan Ci, your Shaolin Temple keeps saying that Du Dajin's Dragon Gate Escort died under my sword, but do you know that my Brother Thirty's legs are crippled because he was injured by the Strength Vajra Finger?”
Upon hearing Zhang Cuishan's words, the expressions of the Shaolin people changed.
The Great Strength Vajra Finger was one of Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques. Yu Daiyan had been seriously injured, his legs crippled, and he had been harmed by the Great Strength Vajra Finger. All of this pointed to Shaolin.
If Shaolin did not explain clearly today, countless heroes in the world would laugh at Shaolin for this.
At the thought of this, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, could not help but put his palms together and said with a sorrowful expression," Amitabha. Sanxia Yu was injured for ten years. It was indeed caused by the Great Vajra Finger, but this was definitely not done by Shaolin Temple.”
Upon hearing this, the tens of thousands of Jianghu heroes in the square looked at Xuan Ci with strange expressions. There were even some who looked at him with disdain and disdain.
When they saw the gazes of these people, Xuan Ci and the other Shaolin disciples became even more furious.
"Humph, Abbot Xuan Ci, you said it wasn't your Shaolin Temple's doing, but who did it?”
"To be able to use the Great Strength Vajra Finger to heavily injure my Third Senior Brother and cripple his legs, such a cruel method must be done by someone who has practiced the Great Strength Vajra Finger for decades.”
Seeing Xuan Ci deny it, Zhang Songxi immediately snorted and stared at Xuan Ci with an angry expression.
"This…"
Xuan Ci and the others were speechless when they were questioned by Zhang Songxi. Then, anger and helplessness appeared on their faces.
They knew very well that Zhang Songxi's words were true. Anyone would have guessed so. However, Yu Daiyan's injury was really not caused by Shaolin. They could not refute him, so they could only give up for a moment.
However, just because the Shaolin people kept quiet did not mean that the others would not force Zhang Cuishan.
Dugu Yihe, the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, had his eyes slightly closed from the beginning to the end. He turned a deaf ear to what was happening around him.
However, the Vice Sect Leader, Nun Miejue, still had a cold expression on her face. She stared at Zhang Cuishan coldly," Zhang Cuishan, I don't care if Xie Xun is dead or not. Even if he is dead, you have to tell me where he died."”
"Nun, you…"
"Father…"
Zhang Cuishan was about to speak up when he heard what Mistress Annihilation said. However, before he could finish, he heard a childish shout from the square.
Then, behind the tens of thousands of martial artists, on the top of a huge stone pillar in the square, two middle-aged men in black and white were holding a child of about ten years old hostage. They were looking at the people below.
The loud shout just now was the voice of that child.
"Xuanming Elders?"
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