As Huang Shaohong became more sophisticated, his original temperament as a martial artist became restrained. From the outside, he looked weak and weak, like a scholar. The Taoist priest naturally thought that he was an ordinary person and never thought of what he had done before.

All the conversations had fallen into his ears.

Huang Shaohong walked alone, looking at the surrounding scenery as if he didn't see many people. When he was about to pass by those people, the male student who had suffered a loss in his hands suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.

In front of him, he said in a rather unkind tone:

"Why did you see an acquaintance and leave like that?"

Huang Shaohong raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Who is an acquaintance of you? Do you know my name? Do you know what I do?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't want to talk to anyone more, so he avoided the boy and continued down the mountain.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest stepped forward and stood in front of him. He said in a friendly manner: "This gentleman has invited me. I have something I don't know whether to say or not!"

Huang Shaohong looked at the other party with a slightly playful expression on his face: "Please start your performance!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was suffocated when he heard this, and his face turned ugly: "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Huang Shaohong was too lazy to act with others and said straight to the point: "Didn't you say you would help this Xiao Wei teach me a lesson? Come on, please start your performance. I'm here to watch how you teach me a lesson!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest did not expect that the other party would actually hear their previous conversation. His face turned blue and white, and he wanted to get angry, but there were many tourists coming and going around him.

He immediately suppressed his anger and forced a smile on his face: "Young man, don't be so arrogant!"

After speaking, he stepped forward, raised his hand and put it on Huang Shaohong's shoulder. From the outside, this action seemed familiar and close, but in fact, the five fingers were aggrieved and concealed strength, and the big finger was spread out to grasp the big tendons in the neck.

If an ordinary person is caught by this Taoist priest, it can be said that life and death are in the hands of others. If someone invents Jin, you will be seriously injured or killed. If you use dark Jin, the feminine force will penetrate into your body, but you will not notice it at the time.

If an attack occurs afterwards, whether it will cause illness, disability, or your life, it all depends on the mood of the person when he exerts his energy.

Huang Shaohong was naturally well aware of the Taoist priest's methods, but he was amused that the line was so familiar. He immediately reached out to greet him and said in coordination: "What the Taoist said is wrong. You can still be called young if you are not so angry."

Human!"

As soon as he spoke, his hand and the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand were already grasping each other. The two of them exerted force at the same time, and there was only a "bang" sound, and the bluestone slab under the Taoist priest's feet directly cracked and opened a gap.

Then, a horrifying sound of cracking bones came out between the two people's grasping palms. The middle-aged Taoist priest flew out with a muffled groan, and his back hit hard against someone a few meters away.

After spitting out a mouthful of old blood on the rock, he fell to the ground.

At this time, the four college students saw clearly that the middle-aged Taoist priest's five fingers had become shapeless.

"uncle!"

One of the college students exclaimed and stepped forward to check on the Taoist priest's injuries. When he saw the twisted fingers and the blood on the Taoist robe, his eyes turned red. He yelled and turned around to fight Huang Shaohong desperately.

Although the Taoist priest vomited blood, his injuries were not serious. Huang Shaohong, apart from using force to break his fingers and letting them fly away, did not do anything serious. He just gave him a small lesson.

At this time, he saw that his nephew was going to settle a score with Huang Shaohong, so he quickly grabbed his nephew's arm with his other uninjured hand, and said urgently: "Don't go there!"

Several college students also looked at Huang Shaohong with horrified faces at this time. They all knew that their classmate's uncle, a Taoist priest, had real kung fu. When they met before, he showed off his ability to crush porcelain into powder at their request.

It shocked several people.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I joined hands with someone, the palm that could only crush a porcelain cup into powder, which was like fine steel in their eyes, was completely destroyed.

The boy who disliked Huang Shaohong turned pale at the moment, fearing that he would cause trouble for him.

At this time, Huang Shaohong released the Taoist priest, which attracted the attention of many tourists. The middle-aged Taoist priest took a breath and then said to the people around him:

"Pindao fell down because he didn't stand firm just now. It's not in the way. Everyone, hurry up and get to the Golden Summit!"

When he said this, all the tourists dispersed in twos and threes, with a few people watching from a short distance away.

The middle-aged Taoist priest said to Huang Shaohong again: "The old Taoist was mistaken before, but I didn't expect that we are still friends in the martial arts world. I am Li Qingren of Wudang Sanfeng Sect. Do you dare to go to Zixiao Palace with me?"

There was a stern look in his eyes when he spoke, and his tone was full of provocation.

Huang Shaohong looked at the person playing tricks in front of him, and his eyes flashed with light. He came to Wudang just to communicate with a Taoist priest who knew Kung Fu, and to borrow Taoist secrets on martial arts. What he said was exactly what he wanted.

He immediately smiled and said: "I just want to meet a Taoist master!"

At this time, Li Qingren used all his strength to stabilize his shocked organs, and he was almost relieved. With the help of his nephew, he stood up, moved for a while, and his movements returned to normal. He turned around and walked down the mountain. He originally planned to lead the

A few students went to Jinding to eat lunch, but they don’t go there anymore.

Several students lost all interest in playing and quickly followed Li Qingren and walked down the mountain together.

Huang Shaohong leisurely followed a few people, still watching the scenery of Wudang Mountain along the way.

There was no words all the way. After arriving at Zixiao Palace, Li Qingren invited Huang Shaohong into a quiet room and said that he wanted to find his senior brother to meet the 'honored' guest!

After waiting for less than twenty minutes, footsteps were heard, and several middle-aged Taoist priests walked in one after another, followed by the four college students.

One of the Taoist priests, who had gray hair but a face as rosy as a man in his prime, bowed his head to Huang Shaohong and said, "Qing Mu of the Sanfeng Sect, I have met this master!"

Addressing one as master is a courtesy in accordance with the rules of the martial arts world.

As soon as Huang Shaohong heard this Taoist title, he remembered that Zeng Zhou Binglin said that the contemporary leader of the Sanfeng Sect is called Qingmu, and he immediately stood up and returned the courtesy:

"It turns out it's the leader of Qingmu. My name is Huang Shaohong. I have no family or sect. I came to Wudang today because I wanted to use martial arts to make friends and exchange martial arts!"

As soon as he signed up, the expressions of several veterans changed instantly. Qingmu asked: "But Huang Wudi who swept across the capital?"

"Huang Wudi?" Huang Shaohong was also a little confused. Is this talking about him?

When the other party saw his expression, he quickly said: "I heard that last year there was a fellow martial artist who was proficient in Hong Quan and Tai Chi. He swept all the Taekwondo and Karate dojos in the capital. Later, he competed with several prestigious boxers in the capital and fought.

And Shengzhi, I wonder if he is sir?"

Huang Shaohong suddenly realized: "When I was practicing boxing in Beijing last year, I had a friendly exchange with the local martial arts community, but I didn't dare to claim to be invincible!"
Chapter completed!