I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 177: Blocked at Both Ends

Huo Du was furious. If it were someone else, he would have fought back with his own hands, but he did not have the courage to do so when facing Zhao Zhijing.

"It's more important to do business."

Huo Du suppressed his anger and continued to speak, but his voice was not as loud as before, "Don't say that Hong Qigong is nowhere to be found now. Even if he was really there, how can an old beggar like him be compared with my master, King Jinlun?"

"In this world, the only one who can sit on the throne of the leader of the martial arts world is King Jinlun!"

When everyone saw that Huodu's true intentions were revealed, they all realized that the reason these Mongolian masters suddenly appeared was that they had learned the news about the Heroes' Conference, which would be detrimental to Mongolia's southward expansion, so they came to seize the position of leader.

Although no matter what the result is, the heroes present will not obey the orders of a foreigner, but if they are really defeated by King Jinlun, the momentum of this Heroes Conference will inevitably be greatly reduced, and the opportunity to take the lead will be lost.

Huang Rong had the same idea, but no matter who was right, in the end the winner would still have to be determined by martial arts.

At this time, there were thousands of guests in Lujia Manor, all of whom were good at martial arts, while King Jinlun had only dozens of people. If they all rushed forward, they would be crushed to death.

But this would certainly be difficult to convince the crowd. Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing and Zhao Zhijing, and a plan came to her mind. She said loudly: "The heroes present have already nominated Master Hong as the leader of the alliance, and this will never change."

"You have come here uninvited, and you want to recommend a so-called Golden Wheel Dharma King who is far away in the Western Regions and whose name has never been heard by any heroes in the world. How rude of you!"

Huang Rong held the dog-beating stick in her hand and saluted towards the northwest. She then said, "If our old leader Hong were here, considering that you are just juniors, he might be willing to teach you a few moves to broaden your horizons."

"It's just that Old Gang Leader Hong has always been a hero, specializing in killing Mongolian Tartars and traitors who aided the tyrants in their evil deeds. He happened to be away today."

"Since both he and the Golden Wheel Dharma King have disciples present, why not let the disciples of the two families take their place and have a duel!"

The heroes all knew that Guo Jing's martial arts were unfathomable, and he was in his prime. Although he had never won the Huashan Sword Contest, he was almost universally recognized as the best in the world. Even the old leader Hong might not be stronger than him.

It was still unknown how powerful King Jinlun was, but Guo Jing would surely be able to defeat Huodu easily, and there was no possibility of failure. They all agreed loudly and wanted to teach these Mongolian Tartars a lesson.

"it is good!"

"Huodu, then go and compete with him and let him see the martial arts of our Vajra Sect."

King Jinlun has lived in the Western Regions for a long time. This is the first time he has met the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world. He has always been conceited and believes that he is the best master in the world.

The last time Huodu and Dalba burned down Chongyang Palace, even the famous Seven Masters of Quanzhen were unable to do anything about it, which made King Jinlun believe that the warriors in the Central Plains were all just show-offs.

So he thought that with his disciple Huodu's skills, at most he could not defeat the masters of the older generation like East Evil and West Poison, but he should have no rivals among his peers.

Huo Du agreed on the surface, but immediately whispered: "Master, Hong Qigong's disciple is Guo Jing, and his martial arts are very impressive. I am afraid I can't defeat him. Don't let your prestige fall on you."

That year in Chongyang Palace, Huodu was defeated by Guo Jing in one move, and he never dared to report this ugly incident to his master, King Jinlun.

He thought to himself that his master was extremely powerful and no one in the world could defeat him, and Guo Jing was definitely not his opponent. Who knew that he would have to suffer the consequences now? He had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Humph!"

King Jinlun frowned and scolded: "You can't even defeat someone else's disciple, why don't you step aside!"

Huo Du did not dare to say anything more and was about to retreat in embarrassment, but Huang Rong had already seen through his thoughts and pressed him step by step, saying, "If you retreat when you know it is difficult and do not dare to fight, then that is fine."

“But in order to convince you, there is a Taoist priest from Quanzhen Sect here, who is the second-generation disciple of the great Taoist master Chongyang.” When Huodu heard Quanzhen Sect, he thought it was the likes of Hao Datong who had been defeated by him. He was about to respond, but unexpectedly Huang Rong waved her hand and pointed to Zhao Zhijing who was beside Guo Jing.

"It's this Taoist Master Zhao Zhijing. Prince Huodu has no reason to refuse, right?"

Zhao Zhijing laughed secretly when he saw himself being pushed in front of everyone. He thought that Huang Rong was angry that Huo Du had offended her master Hong Qigong with his words, so she was trying to block Huo Du from both ends and would not give up until she made Huo Du look bad.

In fact, since Guo Jing and I are present in today's matter, we will not lose no matter what.

Seeing Huang Rong's sarcastic remarks, King Jinlun said to Huo Du in a deep voice, "You once said that you defeated Hao Datong of the Seven True Masters. This Taoist is only his disciple. He should be able to win, right?"

"This"

Huodu went to Shaolin Temple to cause trouble, but after being stopped by Zhao Zhijing, he did not dare to tell the truth to his master. He only said that it was the Red-robed Fairy Li Mochou who suddenly showed up and caused trouble.

He had just said that he was no match for Guo Jing, but Zhao Zhijing stood up again, and Huodu was suddenly in a state of confusion as to whether to advance or retreat.

Just when he was getting extremely anxious, the Mongolian official who had remained silent took two steps forward and whispered a few words of reminder in Huodu's ear.

Huo Du was overjoyed when he heard this. He opened his folding fan again and said to Huang Rong, "The position of leader of the martial arts world should naturally be held by the person with the highest martial arts skills."

"Even if you are lucky enough to defeat me, it does not mean you can defeat my master."

"Today, taking advantage of this grand event, my three disciples and I will meet the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world together, but they must be from the same school."

"Otherwise, they will be like this hero Guo, who said he was a disciple of Quanzhen Sect in Chongyang Palace, but then turned around and tried to learn Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. How can he show which martial arts school is more advanced?"

There was some truth in what he said. Guo Jing was not good at speaking and for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

When Huang Rong first heard the Mongolian official talking, she did not pay much attention. But when she heard Huo Du mention the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, just a few words made Guo Jing, the most skilled martial artist present, unable to take action, and she immediately became defensive.

"It turns out to be him!"

Huang Rong looked carefully and finally recognized that the Mongolian official was Elder Peng, one of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. She didn't expect that after betraying the Beggars' Sect, he actually defected to Mongolia.

He was dressed in Mongolian official uniform, with the brim of his hat covering his eyes, and he had grown a beard deliberately. If one was not careful, it would be difficult to recognize his identity.

Elder Peng had been in the Beggars' Sect for a long time, so he naturally knew that Hong Qigong only had two disciples, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and there were no other masters.

Huodu was not afraid of anyone except Guo Jing and Zhao Zhijing, so he immediately came up with this idea.

In this way, King Jinlun can be sure to win the battle. Huodu and Dalba's martial arts are almost the same. Even if one of them fails and is defeated, the other will surely win and will be invincible.

However, how could the heroes from the Central Plains present nod easily? They immediately started shouting.

"If you have the guts, go and fight Hero Guo and Master Zhao. If you have no balls, just tuck your tails between your legs and go back to where you came from!"

"I think you, a barbarian, don't have the guts to take on the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from Hero Guo, yet you still dare to speak so brazenly and bark like that here!"

"No matter which school or sect, they are all Han Chinese martial arts, and they are perfect for dealing with you Mongolian Tartars!"

(End of this chapter)