Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 334 Tang Sect!Tang Hao!
"Big Buddha, here we come."

As soon as Song Qingshu opened his mouth, the atmosphere on the deck immediately relaxed, and everyone felt that they could breathe freely, and the oppressive feeling just now no longer existed.

People with lower martial arts don't know what's wrong, they just think it's because they are uncomfortable, but Feng Luan, who is relatively advanced in martial arts, can faintly feel that the change of atmosphere on the ship is probably all It has nothing to do with Song Liu who stands at the bow of the boat.

This made him a little uneasy and apprehensive. He was originally a big brother of the Qingcheng School, he was a young hero, and he was always looked up to by others. When did he ever look up to others.

But the appearance of this Song Liu made him feel deeply jealous, no matter in terms of appearance or skill, he was inferior to Song Liu, which made Feng Luan, who had always been proud and arrogant, quite uncomfortable.

When it's time for the martial arts competition, try to get back your face!
Thinking in his heart, Feng Luan looked up and saw that the big boat had turned to the front of the Buddha, and the Buddha, which was nearly twenty or thirty feet high, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The giant Buddha stands tall, and its huge body sits at the confluence of the three rivers, as if it is suppressing the three dragons, so that the surrounding people and animals will not be disturbed by the river.Those slightly closed eyes looked straight at everything in front of them, as if they were saying that all beings are equal, but at the same time they seemed to be contemptuous of everything.

It really complied with the verse: In heaven and earth, I am the only one.

"Every time I look at this big Buddha, I am shocked." Xie Yingchuan murmured, raising his head.

Song Qingshu was also fascinated by it. When he first saw the Buddha, he only felt that he was tall and majestic, and he should not be looked at directly. It seemed that even looking at him was a kind of blasphemy.

But looking at it now, the height is no longer that tall, but the majesty is still the same. What tells him more is that he saw himself in the big Buddha.

"Am I the only one who respects me?" Song Qingshu also murmured.

At this time, Chen Yuxiang suddenly shouted loudly: "It's from the Tang Sect!"

Everyone suddenly woke up from their imaginations, and when they looked closely, they saw a large boat parked on the mountain wall in front of the Buddha, and on the platform, there were a dozen figures swaying back and forth, and one of them , standing at the feet of the Buddha, staring directly at his side.

"Why do they have so many people here?" Chen Yuxiang whispered, his tone full of fear, "Can we defeat them?"

Feng Luan gave him a hard look, and said in a deep voice, "Don't mess yourself up!"

After all, he saw that he had luck in his chest, and said in a loud voice: "But a friend of the Tang Sect? Feng Luan from the Xiaqingcheng School, together with all the juniors and students from the Emei School, came to ask for advice!"

His voice spread far away and lasted for a long time, showing the foundation behind him.

Everyone in the Tang Sect over there suddenly heard Feng Luan's voice, and their arrogance suddenly stagnated, obviously also suppressed by Feng Luan's skill.

Song Qingshu could clearly see that almost all Tangmen disciples turned their eyes to the man standing at the feet of the Buddha.

Presumably that person is the leader of the entire Tang Sect.

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Luan finished speaking, a very magnetic voice came from the other side: "It turns out that the heroine of Emei is here, and Tang Hao, welcome to come."

This disciple of the Tang Sect named Tang Hao was full of compliments to the disciples of Emei, but he never mentioned the people of the Qingcheng faction, making it clear that he wanted to give them a bad blow.

Feng Luan wasn't angry either, he raised his breath and said again: "So it's Tang Daxia who is known as [Hundred-Handed Yama], I thought he was some kind of idiot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

That Tang Hao didn't speak, but snorted coldly, the voice was quite shrill and piercing, and immediately spread to the ears of everyone in the Qingcheng faction across a distance of tens of feet.

The next moment, several disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, including Chen Yuxiang, felt their energy and blood rushing, and they couldn't breathe at once. They just felt dizzy and sat down on the ground.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream, and everyone was startled. They only thought what happened. After hearing the sound, it turned out that it was the boatman who accompanied Song Qingshu on the boat. It seemed that Tang Hao's sound had broken his eardrums, and he was covering his mouth at the moment. Rolling all over the floor with ears.

Song Qingshu frowned, and a ray of light flew out from between his fingers and shot into the boatman. The boatman immediately calmed down and stopped rolling all over the floor. He just covered his ears with his hands, still showing a painful expression.

"Tang Hao, is this how your Tang Sect kills innocent people indiscriminately?!" Feng Luan said angrily.

That Tang Hao's face was cold, and his words were even more cruel: "The gods fight, and the mortals suffer, I can only say that his life is bad!"

What Tang Hao said was that he regarded himself as the fairy, and the boatman was just an ordinary mortal, so if he killed him, he would kill him.

This point made everyone on the boat frown.

Xie Yingchuan said: "This Tang Sect is really bloodthirsty, no wonder people in the Jianghu regard them as evil sects and crooked ways."

Feng Luan nodded: "Today's matter is the grievance between my Qingcheng faction and his Tang sect. The elders of both parties are not suitable for fighting, but they are all looking at us. No matter what, we can't fall into the hands of our Qingcheng faction." prestige!"

The Qingcheng disciples behind him said yes.

Yang Yaoqin asked Song Qingshu: "What about us?"

"Let's see the excitement." Song Qingshu was in high spirits.

So a group of people waited for the boat to approach the shore, and jumped onto the platform of the big Buddha one after another. The disciples of the Tang Sect gathered at the left foot of the big Buddha, while the Qingcheng sect stood at the right foot of the big Buddha.

Only then did everyone see clearly that Tang Hao's body was thin, his face was even thinner, and his complexion was slightly blue, but it was because of his magnetic Sang Xin.

"Feng Luan, you people from the Qingcheng faction really dare to come!" Tang Hao said first.

Not to be outdone, Feng Luan said: "Why don't you dare, we Qingcheng faction people are afraid of your Tangmen people? It's just a group of rats sneaking behind the scenes, if you can't beat them, you will use dirty tricks!"

These words hit the hearts of everyone in the Tang Sect. They are good at using hidden weapons and poisoning. There is nothing wrong with this, but it is unfair. They don't like to hear others say that they use dirty tricks.

As soon as Feng Luan finished speaking, everyone in the Tang Sect over there changed their faces, and all their hands touched their waists, needless to say, that was where their hidden weapons were.

Seeing this scene, everyone on the Qingcheng faction also drew their swords out of their sheaths and stood on guard.

At this time, Tang Hao said again: "Feng Luan, you and I have fought against each other many times, and there has never been a winner. Today is just the right meeting, why don't we come to compete. Let the people in the Jianghu Let's see, is it me [Hundred-Handed Yama] or your [Qingsong Sword] that is more powerful!"

Feng Luan drew his long sword out of its sheath with a clang, and said loudly: "That would be disrespectful! However, just a martial arts competition is boring, so it's better to add a lottery!"

"What lottery?" Tang Hao asked.

Feng Luan stared into his eyes and said word by word: "The loser, whenever he sees the other party in the future, he will kowtow three times and stay away!"

Tang Hao had a winning expression: "Okay!"

"Also, from now on, you must not appear in front of Junior Sister Zhou Zhiruo again!"

Hearing what Feng Luan said, Tang Hao didn't respond yet, but Song Qingshu raised his brows. The two of them were actually Zhou Zhiruo's admirers. Today's competition, to put it bluntly, was to stand out for the younger brothers of both parties. It is also a contest to resolve personal grievances.

Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin looked at each other, they were both amused, the grinning little girl back then now has admirers.

But looking at Feng Luan or Tang Hao, they are estimated to be five or six years older than Zhou Zhiruo, and maybe ten years old at most. The two are jealous because of a little girl, which sounds a bit unpleasant to say.

　Today is gone, rest early
　　
　
(End of this chapter)