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

Chapter 180 Who is the little beast scolding?
Every time Huodu talked to Zhao Zhijing, he would end up getting very angry. This time he simply ignored him and directly asked Guo Jing and Huang Rong what they thought.

"As the saying goes, one can surpass his teacher. The Quanzhen Sect is the authentic martial arts school in the world. Just go ahead and attack."

Huang Rong responded while Guo Jing stared at Yang Guo with a look of concern in his eyes.

When the other heroes saw that the Quanzhen Sect sent out a young fourth-generation disciple to fight, they could not help but feel surprised and doubtful.

But since he was Zhao Zhijing's apprentice, Guo Jing and his wife, Hao Datong and Sun Buer had no objection, so no one stood up to oppose.

"You brought this upon yourself. I will not forgive you!"

Huo Du was annoyed at being looked down upon, and his opponent was actually Zhao Zhijing's apprentice. He would not be able to get rid of his hatred unless he beat him to a cripple or break his bones.

“Clang!”

Yang Guo drew out the Qiu Shui sword, only to see the sword body glowing with a faint green light amidst the coldness, just like a pool of autumn water, with thunder hidden in the silence.

When Huo Du saw it suddenly, he knew that it must be a magical weapon that could cut through iron like mud, and he immediately put away his contempt.

"Do it!"

Yang Guo shouted, and then thrust out with his sword. It was exactly the "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" in the Quanzhen sword technique. The moves were swift and sharp, and the tip of the sword was splitting into flowers. He stabbed three places in succession with almost no order.

"This kid really has some skills!"

Huodu saw that his swordsmanship was rigorous and used advanced moves from the Quanzhen sword technique. If he dodged as soon as the fight started, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

So he opened the folding fan in his hand to block the three attacks aimed at his chest, and then relied on his height advantage to hit Yang Guo on the head with the folding fan.

Everyone present had seen how he broke the Wu brothers' swords with one blow. If this blow had hit them, they would have been seriously injured if not killed. Some people had already turned their heads away, unable to bear to see the tragic scene of blood flowing on the spot.

"Little Guoer"

Guo Jing was the most worried and was about to open his mouth to remind him, but Yang Guo suddenly retracted the sword in his hand as if it were his arm. The move just now seemed fierce, but he did not use enough strength.

A green light flashed across the sky, and before the folding fan fell, the tip of the sword had already turned and pointed upwards, just at Huodu's wrist.

Because the moves changed so quickly and everyone present had never seen such exquisite sword skills, it was as if Huo Du had suddenly lost his mind and took the initiative to cooperate with Yang Guo by offering his wrist.

"hiss!"

Huo Du, who was in the middle of it, was even more shocked. Fortunately, he had a deep cultivation base, and the martial arts of the Western Regions were quite different from those of the Central Plains. He instantly struck out with his left hand.

Yang Guo remembered his master's advice that his internal strength was far inferior to his and he must not fight with brute force. Now, even if he could pierce the opponent's wrist with his sword, he would be beaten by this palm and have no strength to fight anymore.

He immediately dodged to the right to avoid the folding fan that was smashing on his head, and at the same time dragged the long sword back across his chest to block the incoming palm strike.

Huo Du saw that this was another strange sword technique he had never seen before. If he used an ordinary weapon, he might be able to defeat the opponent with his skills, breaking the sword first and then injuring the person.

But this Autumn Water Sword is clearly a divine weapon. If he continues to attack forcefully, I am afraid that before the sword breaks, his hand will be broken first.

The two of them exchanged three moves in the blink of an eye, but Huo Du, who should have had the advantage, took two steps back. Everyone present rubbed their eyes hard, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Okay! Wonderful!"

"You are an uneducated barbarian. I don't think you know what it means to be feared by the young!"

"The young Taoist priest of Quanzhen Sect is really a man who would make a big splash if he did not make a name for himself! Teach this Mongolian Tartar a lesson and see if he dares to brag again in the future!"

Although the number of the heroes was large, they were suppressed by King Jinlun's group in terms of momentum. Seeing Yang Guo gain the upper hand in just three moves, they felt relieved. Cheers, praises, and scoldings against Huo Du came one after another, and the entire Lu Family Manor was bustling with people, sweeping away the previous decadent atmosphere.

"You little bastard! This isn't Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship at all!"

Although the Vajra Sect where Huodu is located is far away in the Western Regions, his master, King Jinlun, is not a person who turns a blind eye to things. He has unique insights into the martial arts of famous figures in the Central Plains.

When teaching his disciples on weekdays, he would also analyze the signature moves of various schools and sects in the Central Plains one by one. Huodu had also seen the Quanzhen Sect's sword techniques in Chongyang Palace with his own eyes. The moves were mainly rigorous and sharp, which was very different from Yang Guo's two antelope-hanging-horns and imaginative sword moves, so he asked this question.

Yang Guo had cotton stuffed in his ears. Although the shouting of others was loud, it had weakened a bit by the time it reached his ears. He heard Huo Du speaking with gritted teeth, and it was somewhat difficult to hear clearly, but he could hear the three words "little beast" for sure.

After all, you can't hear other words clearly, but you can always hear swear words clearly.

"Who are you scolding, little bastard?"

Huo Du was angry and annoyed. When he heard Yang Guo's retort, he replied without thinking: "You little bastard scolded you!"

Seeing that he had been fooled, Yang Guo burst into laughter and said, “That was the little bastard scolding me!”

Ever since King Jinlun and his companions arrived, the atmosphere in Lu Family Manor had been very tense. When Yang Guo interrupted the atmosphere, laughter broke out all around, and some people even laughed until tears came out.

"Guo'er followed Taoist Zhao and learned martial arts well, and his ability to bicker also improved."

Huang Rong also smiled, but she had her doubts about what Huo Du said about Yang Guo not using Quanzhen swordsmanship. In her early years, when she fought with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen due to misunderstanding, she had indeed never seen such superb swordsmanship.

Zhao Zhijing had anticipated this and answered for his disciple, "If you say this is not Quanzhen swordsmanship, then may I ask which school or sect this technique is from?"

After hearing this, Huo Du was speechless. The first move was indeed Quanzhen sword technique, but the next two moves seemed to be done casually, and could not even be considered moves.

No matter how knowledgeable he and King Jinlun were, it was impossible for them to tell from which family this incompetent sword technique came. And since no one else could perform it, it was natural that Zhao Zhijing could find no fault with saying that it was Quanzhen sword technique.

"Exactly! The Western Regions Vajra Sect is nothing but a frog in a well. When has it ever seen the upper-level tactics of the Quanzhen Sect?"

"You said this isn't Quanzhen swordsmanship, could it be your Vajra Sect's swordsmanship? You really don't care about your dignity!"

"If you feel that you are no match for Young Master Yang of the Quanzhen Sect, surrender immediately and stop wasting time and talking nonsense!"

The heroes were originally hesitant. The Quanzhen Sect had disciples all over the world, and everyone present had dealt with them to some extent, but they had indeed never seen such swordsmanship.

But when he saw that Huo Du couldn't answer, he immediately chose to help his relatives instead of the wise man, and there was another wave of overwhelming ridicule.

"Mi ma hasden, seven children, seven children, huh!"

Amid the noise, King Jinlun, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke a few words in Tibetan.

Others didn't know what it meant, but Huo Du understood that his master was reminding him not to be impatient and to use his sect's unique skill "Wild Wind and Thunder" to defeat the opponent.

Although Huo Du suffered some internal injuries, he dared not disobey his master's orders, and he was still able to exert his full strength in a short period of time.

He immediately let out a long whistle, fanned himself with his right hand, waved his sleeve with his left hand, created a gust of wind, and attacked Yang Guo again.

"As long as Guo'er can hold on through this round of fierce attacks, he will surely win!"

Zhao Zhijing touched his ear and thought that his precautions were not in vain.

(End of this chapter)