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

Chapter 183 I am not good at swordsmanship
When Zhao Zhijing saw Elder Peng and King Jinlun discussing in a low voice, he knew that trouble was about to arise again.

"Thinking back then, he had evil intentions towards Mu Nianci. Although there is no need to bring up the past with Guo'er, we must get rid of this traitor first if we have the chance."

Zhao Zhijing carefully memorized Elder Peng's figure and appearance, and was ready to find an opportunity to take action and send him to the west as soon as the dust settled on the next matter.

"It's true that we can win two out of three games, but I didn't say that we don't need to compete in the third game."

Huodu, who was defeated by Yang Guo in the first battle, had his wounds bandaged. His face was a little pale and his demeanor was not as arrogant as at the beginning.

"Firstly, my senior brother doesn't understand Chinese, and the two of them fought too quickly just now, so I didn't have time to explain to him that he shouldn't play in the second round."

"Secondly, no matter who wins or loses, my master, King Jinlun, has not made a move yet. Let's quickly send a third person to compete."

Although everyone present felt that Huo Du was making excuses, there was indeed no agreement beforehand that the competition could be ended after winning two games. For a moment, they could not think of a reason to refute him and could only yell a few times to vent their anger.

As the two sides were arguing, Darba finally came to his senses.

Even though he had been defeated, he would not deny it. However, the vajra was not only a weapon, but also a ritual implement for Tantric practice and he could not throw it away. So he came to Zhao Zhijing again and pointed at the vajra that was nailed into the ground and said a few words in Tibetan.

But Zhao Zhijing already had a plan in mind, so there was no way he would let Dalba take the vajra back. Anyway, he couldn't understand what he was saying, so he just remained silent.

When King Jinlun saw this, he didn't want to embarrass his disciple again, so he walked behind Dalba calmly, grabbed his vest with one hand, and threw it behind him.

Although Dalba was thin, he was quite tall and must have weighed at least 100 pounds. Yet, he seemed as light as a feather in the hands of King Jinlun, and he stood steadily after landing.

"This Golden Wheel Dharma King is indeed quite skilled. If it weren't for the presence of Hero Guo and Taoist Priest Zhao, even though we have many people, I'm afraid no one would be able to stop him."

As the saying goes, it is a crime to disobey a master. Now everyone present is a martial artist. Although Song Meng is different, when they see King Jinlun's high level of cultivation, they still can't help but admire him in their hearts, and the noise also decreases a lot.

"Master Zhao, how should we deal with this third battle?"

The three people from Quanzhen Sect who went into battle were Zhao Zhijing and his two disciples Yang Guo and Guan Man'er, so normally, the third one who should appear should be Guan Man'er.

But how could Zhao Zhijing let Guan Man'er go against King Jinlun? He immediately said, "It just so happens that I also want to meet you, the great monk, so that you, the uninvited guests, won't stay and refuse to leave."

King Jinlun originally thought that among the Central Plains martial arts world, apart from the five great masters of the old generation, only Guo Jing was worthy of his attack. He did not expect that Zhao Zhijing would suddenly appear today.

The martial arts of a disciple can more or less reflect the level of his master. Coupled with Zhao Zhijing's clean and neat victory over Dalba just now, King Jinlun has begun to re-examine this third-generation disciple of Quanzhen Sect.

"In the past, Master Chongyang was famous all over the world. Although I am far away in the Western Regions, I am also familiar with the name of Zhong Shentong. Today, I can compete with the masters of Quanzhen Sect, which can make up for my regret."

King Jinlun knew he was in the wrong and ignored the sarcasm in Zhao Zhijing's words. He slowly spoke, and actually spoke in Chinese.

"Brother Jing, what do you think is the chance of Taoist Zhao winning?"

Huang Rong had already learned from Master Yideng that Zhao Zhijing had competed with Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong in internal strength at the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan many years ago.

If he is unable to defeat King Jinlun, it would mean that this great monk's martial arts is even better than the Five Great Masters. When the two sides meet on the battlefield, he will definitely be a huge threat.

"Master Zhao has profound swordsmanship and deep inner strength. He is already a top-notch master in the world."

Guo Jing highly praised Yang Guo's swordsmanship, but knew very little about the martial arts of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. In the end, he could only shake his head and said, "It's hard to tell who is better between the two, but Taoist Zhao's swordsmanship has been revealed in advance, so we might lose the initiative." Everyone present was talking about it, especially the Mongolian warriors. Most of them had seen King Jinlun display his magical powers. He truly had the strength of a dragon and an elephant, and the courage to defeat ten thousand men.

So when they saw King Jinlun's fate, they immediately gathered their strength and cheered loudly. Although the Taoist priest from the Central Plains had high martial arts skills, there was absolutely no possibility for him to defeat the King.

Both sides watched the two people's every move intently. When they saw King Jinlun take out a golden wheel, the warriors from the Central Plains were greatly surprised.

Folding fans, vajra, golden wheels, these weapons are not only very different from the common swords and knives in the Central Plains martial arts world, but they are also more difficult to practice and their usage must be strange and unpredictable.

"What weapon do you use?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King holds a golden wheel with a sharp blade in his hand, which can be used for chopping at close range or throwing at a distance.

He is particularly good at locking his opponent's weapons. No matter what kind of weapon it is, its power will be greatly reduced after it hits the Golden Wheel. In the past few decades, few people can withstand three moves of his Golden Wheel.

At this time, he respected his status, so he asked a question.

Yang Guo, who had already retreated to the side, wanted to offer his Qiu Shui sword, but Zhao Zhijing reached out and touched the Vajra Pestle, saying with a smile: "I am not good at swordsmanship, I can only use brute force, so I can use this Vajra Pestle to challenge the monk."

This sentence was said lightly, but it surprised hundreds of people inside and outside Lujiazhuang who were watching the competition.

The Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship is well-known in the martial arts world, and the swordsmanship used by Yang Guo is even more eye-opening. At this time, Zhao Zhijing actually said that he was not good at swordsmanship. How can people not be confused?
King Jinlun was extremely competitive, and after seeing the swordsmanship that defeated his disciple, he had an idea in mind.

Jinlun was quite restrained with the long sword. When he suddenly heard Zhao Zhijing abandon the sword, his eyes lit up and he wanted to see what tricks Zhao Zhijing could use.

Zhao Zhijing took the vajra out of the ground easily. It was indeed not as convenient as the long sword he usually used, but fortunately his internal strength had reached perfection at this time, so this small problem could be completely ignored.

"Come in!"

King Jinlun shook the golden wheel in his hand, and clanging sounds were heard continuously. It was obvious that there was some mechanism hidden in the wheel.

"This golden wheel is somewhat similar to Xiao Long Nu's golden bell rope. Both of them make a disturbing sound when fighting the enemy."

Zhao Zhijing had profound internal strength, so he naturally didn't need to stuff cotton in his ears like Yang Guo did. Instead, he paid close attention to the rhythm, and took advantage of the moment when the sound was weak to attack first, waving the vajra.

King Jinlun used his golden wheel to block, and the two suddenly collided in the air. The loud noise made people cover their ears in a hurry, especially the "crackling" sound when the golden wheel passed through the pestle, which was simply maddening.

At this time, Guo Fu was beside her mother Huang Rong. She had the weakest skills, but was the closest to the scene. She felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and almost fell to the ground.

Huang Rong hurriedly held her daughter in her arms, using her internal energy to help her get rid of the noise, and then she couldn't help but frown deeply.

"Could it be that Taoist Master Zhao really wants to throw the baby out with the bathwater, leaving his extremely advanced sword skills unused and going to compete with this Golden Wheel Dharma King in brute strength?"

PS: I wish you all a happy fourth day of the Lunar New Year!

My work and rest schedule has been irregular these days, so the release of the chapter will be delayed. Please forgive me.

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