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

Chapter 179 Guoer, take the sword!
The Wu brothers lost this battle, and Huang Rong knew that her side had lost the initiative.

If he fights in the next match, he has no confidence of defeating the opponent's King Jinlun; but if Guo Jing goes off first, the opponent can still use the lower horse against the upper horse in "Tian Ji's Horse Racing" and would rather let Dalba lose the first match and win two out of three matches.

Moreover, although the couple were both disciples of Hong Qigong, what they had learned was complicated. They had also learned a lot of martial arts from Peach Blossom Island, Quanzhen Sect, and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. If they did not want to give others a chance to criticize them, they would inevitably be restrained when fighting.

Just when she was in a dilemma, she suddenly saw Zhao Zhijing whispering something to Yang Guo, and Huang Rong's heart suddenly moved.

Zhao Zhijing once talked about his encounter with Huo Du in Shaolin Temple. He only mentioned the fight between the two in one sentence, and it was obvious that he did not take Huo Du seriously.

"Does Taoist Master Zhao have any good ideas?"

Zhao Zhijing had just told Yang Guo the key to defeating the enemy, and told him not to rush to win after he got on the field, but to focus on fighting with his exquisite sword skills first to wear down Huodu's patience.

Huodu will surely become impatient if he fails to defeat a youngster in a long fight. He will then deliberately expose a flaw to allow the youngster to use his internal energy once more, and then he can win.

Yang Guo nodded heavily and replied without hesitation: "Master, rest assured, I am sure I have a 60% chance of winning!"

After hearing this, Zhao Zhijing continued to calculate in his mind. Six points was just the bottom line. There was still a little bit left on the field that could be used to increase the chances of winning by one more point.

Seeing Huang Rong coming to ask, he replied, "I am indeed somewhat confident, but I still need to discuss it with Uncle Hao and Uncle Sun."

On the other side, Huodu discovered that Huang Rong and Zhao Zhijing were gathered together. He wished that the Quanzhen Sect could also be destroyed so that his master, King Jinlun, could avenge him.

"This king has heard that in the Central Plains martial arts world, the Quanzhen Sect has always been as famous as the Beggars' Sect."

"Boss Huang, if no one from the Beggars' Sect can continue to fight, the previous competition can be disqualified, and the Quanzhen Sect can send three masters to compete again."

Huodu had already won a battle, but he gave up the victory for nothing. It was obvious that he felt that Quanzhen Sect's martial arts were not worth mentioning, so he dared to be so arrogant.

At this time, Hao Datong and Sun Buer were in the crowd. Seeing Huo Du's arrogant attitude of not taking Quanzhen Sect seriously and the incident of severely injuring Hao Datong in the past, it can be said that new hatred and old grudges were added together.

"Brother Hao, even if you and I die here today, we cannot let this villain damage the reputation of Quanzhen Sect any more!"

Sun Buer is getting stronger as he grows older, and his temper is still as hot as ever. He cannot stand to hear outsiders insulting the Quanzhen Sect, so he will rush out to fight immediately.

Huang Rong quickly spoke up to stop the man and advised, "Master Sun, don't be impulsive. Don't fall into their trap."

Hao Datong knew that Huang Rong had many clever ideas, so he asked in a deep voice, "What plans does Gang Leader Huang have?"

"I dare not. Master Hao is too serious."

"Brother Zhao, I guess you already have a good plan to defeat the enemy, right?"

When everyone saw that Huang Rong did not answer but asked instead, their eyes immediately focused on Zhao Zhijing.

"Uncle Hao, Uncle Sun, in my opinion, Huo Du is just a clown and is not worthy of your two uncles to take action."

"I only need to take Yang Guo and Guan Man'er with me to send them off."

Guo Jing was outspoken, and when he heard that Zhao Zhijing actually wanted Yang Guo to fight, he said in a hurry: "Brother Zhao, don't underestimate the enemy. Taoist Hao was a little careless at the beginning and was defeated by Huo Du."

"No matter how talented Guo'er is, he is still young. Isn't it too dangerous?"

Huang Rong did not speak, she knew that Zhao Zhijing would not let his disciples take risks if he was not sure enough. Moreover, Zhao Zhijing himself became a top master in just one year, so it was reasonable for Yang Guo's martial arts to improve by leaps and bounds.

Hao Datong and Sun Buer looked at each other. They both knew that Zhao Zhijing had inherited the Xiantian Gong from the founder of the religion, Master Chongyang.

It had only been half a year since Yang Guo joined the Quanzhen Sect, but he had already become the best martial artist among the four generations of disciples. Both the master and the disciple were geniuses who could not be judged by common sense.

"Zhi Jing, you don't have to worry about our face. How confident are you in telling the truth?"

Sun Buer knew very well that this martial arts competition was different from ordinary fights in the martial arts world, and it actually concerned the safety of countless ordinary people.

If King Jinlun were to seize the position of leader, not only would the Central Plains martial arts community lose face, but the morale of the heroes present would also be weakened, and they would be unable to work together to fight the Mongolian army. Xiangyang City would be destroyed in an instant.

When he was about to go out to meet the enemy just now, Sun Buer had already prepared himself to fight King Jinlun. Even if he died on the spot, it would not matter.

After that, Zhao Zhijing will be sure to win. Although Hao Datong was defeated by Huo Du before, as long as he risks his life and uses the Tonggui sword technique created to deal with Ouyang Feng, the chances of winning should be fifty-fifty.

In any case, it's better than being a coward!
Zhao Zhijing cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Sun, I have a 60% chance of winning. If you can lend me the Autumn Water Sword, then my chances of winning will be 70%!"

"Guo'er, take the sword!"

This Qiu Shui sword was originally the sword of Master Chongyang. Because Sun Buer had the lowest cultivation level among the Seven True Masters, Master Chongyang passed down the sword before his death to make up for her lack of skills.

Because it was passed down by her master, Sun Buer regarded the Autumn Water Sword as a treasure, even more precious than her own life.

However, when he heard that Zhao Zhijing wanted to borrow a sword for Yang Guo, he handed the Autumn Water Sword to Yang Guo without any hesitation.

"Guo'er, you are a disciple of my Quanzhen Sect. Today, you will use the Qiushui sword passed down by the founder of the sect to eliminate the demons and defend the country and the people!"

Yang Guo took the sword with both hands and bowed deeply, "Thank you, uncle-master. I will do my best and will never bring shame to the reputation of our Quanzhen Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Guo was about to turn around and leave. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing suddenly stepped forward, blocked Huo Du's sight with his body, and whispered: "Don't forget what your master told you just now. Even if you have the Autumn Water Sword in your hand, you must not be careless and underestimate the enemy."

As Zhao Zhijing spoke, he pretended to help Yang Guo straighten his clothes and took the opportunity to stuff two balls of cotton into Yang Guo's ears.

"Go!"

Although Yang Guo was somewhat surprised by his master's behavior, he knew there must be a deeper meaning behind it, so he pretended nothing had happened and slowly walked to the center of the field.

Huo Du originally thought that if Zhao Zhijing was the first to die on the Quanzhen Sect side, he would go and ask his master King Jinlun to fight, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be a young man who was no more than twenty years old.

"Everyone from the Quanzhen Sect, you are acting too hastily!"

"Stop talking nonsense. You are a coward who can only attack from behind. We are already honoring you by sending a fourth-generation disciple to fight."

Zhao Zhijing knew that there was a hidden weapon in the folding fan in Huo Du's hand, and it was also highly poisonous, so he pointed it out in advance to make him more cautious.

"Master Guo, Boss Huang, this martial arts competition is no joke. Do you two and all the heroes present agree to let this brat fight?"

(End of this chapter)