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

Chapter 185 Destroying the Golden Wheel
Huang Rong, who was protecting her daughter on the sidelines, saw this scene and the doubts in her heart suddenly cleared up like clouds and the moon.

"No wonder Taoist Zhao made such a move. It turns out that the golden wheel used by King Jinlun has the miraculous effect of locking weapons. If he used a sword, it would be exactly what he wanted!"

"But the Beggars' Sect is spread all over the world, and none of them have ever heard of the deeds of the Golden Wheel Dharma King. It is probably impossible for Taoist Zhao to know about it in advance."

Huang Rong has always been praised for her extraordinary talent, and at this moment, she admired Zhao Zhijing's ability to respond to situations from the bottom of her heart.

Guo Jing, who was standing beside him, not only admired Zhao Zhijing, but also felt awe in seeing King Jinlun's power.

"King Jinlun's martial arts are definitely not inferior to mine. If we were to fight, it would probably be difficult to determine the winner within a hundred moves. But this King Jinlun is really tricky and hard to deal with."

Everyone on the sidelines had different thoughts, but the two people in the field were fighting fiercely.

After Zhao Zhijing forced King Jinlun to retreat, he saw that the other party was trying to snatch back the weapon, so he immediately clasped the vajra with both hands. In addition, the golden wheel had been thrown several times and the power contained in it was already considerable. He shouted loudly and chopped it down between the two men like a force that could split mountains and break peaks.

"open!"

There was a loud bang, smoke and dust filled the air, and bricks and stones flew everywhere.

This blow directly smashed the blue brick ground into pieces, as if countless cracks extended in all directions when the ice broke.

Most of the golden wheel was sunken into the mud, and a gap had appeared on the exposed wheel body. The vajra was also broken in the middle, leaving only the length of an ordinary dagger.

When King Jinlun saw that his famous golden wheel was destroyed, anger finally appeared on his previously calm face.

He used this golden wheel to travel across the Western Regions for decades, and it had never been damaged or worn out.

But today, just when he was about to show off his power in front of the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world and help the Fourth Prince Kublai Khan accomplish great things, his golden wheel was damaged here. It was really a bad start and a big disaster.

"Master, what other weapon do you want to use?"

Although Zhao Zhijing has profound cultivation, he is still a flesh and blood body after all. It is not easy for him to destroy the heavy golden wheel by brute force.

Fortunately, after the Quanzhen Sect's mysterious internal skills are mastered, they will operate on their own. All of his eighteen disciples practice this, so there is a constant supply of internal energy flowing into their bodies every moment.

While King Jinlun was in doubt and confusion, he had already calmed down the surging energy in his body. Thinking that the other party had asked this question before they fought, he asked back.

"The attack that just destroyed the golden wheel would have consumed a lot of my internal energy if it were me, and I had to regulate my breathing immediately. This Taoist priest spoke in such a short time, so he is probably just holding on!"

King Jinlun first glanced at the golden wheel on the ground, then his eyes swept across Zhao Zhijing's face, but he didn't find any clues.

"But the Golden Wheel and the Vajra have been destroyed. He will definitely use the sword. If there is really some unfathomable method, and I don't have a weapon, I will be completely defeated."

King Jinlun's mind raced, but he was still unsure whether to fight or retreat. He only regretted that he was too arrogant and did not bring the other four wheels with him.

Otherwise, if he used his unique skill of five-wheel rotation, no one would be able to stop him. Why would he be caught in such a dilemma now?

"Your golden wheel has been destroyed by my master, are you still going to refuse to admit defeat?"

Everyone in the arena was originally shocked by the earth-shattering blow just now, and then when they heard Zhao Zhijing's question, they were all wondering whether the two would continue to compete.

Huang Rong, on the other hand, had the same idea as King Jinlun. She was worried that Zhao Zhijing would pretend to be fine for the sake of the reputation of Quanzhen Sect and the Central Plains martial arts world, fearing that this would cause trouble in the future.

What's more, today's competition is to decide who will be the leader of the martial arts world. The Quanzhen Sect has already won two games, so there shouldn't be a third competition.

So he quietly came to Yang Guo's side and whispered a few words. After hearing this, Yang Guo immediately shouted, "Is there a martial arts leader in this world who can't even protect his own weapon?"

In fact, the vajra and the golden wheel were destroyed together, so it is hard to say which one is higher or lower. It's just that the vajra was used casually by Zhao Zhijing, while the golden wheel of King Jinlun was his unique weapon.

Therefore, when everyone heard it, they felt that it made some sense.

But King Jinlun was the leader of the Vajra Sect and the greatest Dharma master of Mongolia. Naturally, he could not lower himself to argue with a child, so he seemed to have acquiesced.

Seeing this, Yang Guo immediately shouted to the Mongolian warriors who were accompanying him, "What kind of imperial master are you? You have already been defeated by my master. Why don't you get out of here right away? Are you going to stay and continue to embarrass yourself?"

The Mongolians were naturally dissatisfied and started to curse back. Some said, "Although the golden wheel is destroyed, the Dharma King's magical power is even better than the golden wheel!"

Some shouted, "The vajra used by the Taoist priest is also broken, how can we say he won? We must continue the competition to see who is better!"

The heroes from the Central Plains who were watching the battle also felt that only their weapons were destroyed and that it was not enough to determine the winner.

But the position of the leader of the martial arts world must not fall into the hands of a foreigner under any circumstances. Otherwise, not only will the Central Plains martial arts world lose face, but it will also lose its fighting spirit when the Song and Mongolia go to war in Xiangyang.

So the two sides started arguing and cursing again, not caring whether the other party could understand their Chinese or Mongolian, they just started cursing first.

There was a lot of noise and shouting for a while, and everyone drew their swords, and it seemed that they were about to start fighting before the two people in the field.

"Even if we defeat this Taoist, Guo Jing is waiting behind us, so we will definitely return empty-handed today."

King Jinlun frowned, thinking to himself, "The other side has many people and is very powerful. If a fight breaks out, how can a few dozen people here resist?"

"It is better to retreat first, and wait until all five wheels are ready, then we can avenge the destruction of the golden wheel!"

King Jinlun made up his mind and immediately stopped everyone on his side, saying, "The people of the Central Plains are full of tricks. They clearly want to use their numbers to bully the minority. This competition can only be considered a draw."

"The mountains remain green, the rivers flow forever. I'll see you again someday to learn from Master Guo and Gang Leader Huang's skills!"

After saying this, he waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the village with his apprentice and the Mongolian warriors, and left Lujia Village directly.

Zhao Zhijing saw that King Jinlun only saluted Guo Jing and his wife, but ignored him. He knew that he did not take the other people present seriously, which meant that in the battle just now, he, King Jinlun, was the winner in the end.

At this time, the thousands of guests in Lujia Village saw the Mongolian army was defeated and they all cheered loudly for Master Zhao Zhijing and his disciples.

The master and the disciple were surrounded by the crowd, with cheers and discussions all around them. It was not until Lu Guanying and his wife prepared the food and wine and announced the reopening of the banquet that they were able to escape.

Before King Jinlun's group showed up unexpectedly, the heroes' banquet was discussing who would be the most appropriate person to serve as the deputy leader of the martial arts world.

At this time, the enemy had retreated, so it was natural to continue nominating candidates. There were quite a few people who originally supported Zhao Zhijing, and after this battle, even the voices of opposition disappeared completely.

"If I firmly refuse, it will seem like I am unwilling to fight against the Mongols."

"But the Beggars' Sect has put in more effort in defending Xiangyang. Even if Huang Rong does her best to discipline them, it is difficult to ensure unity among the sect."

Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing sat together, watching the public outcry before them, thinking that this matter was somewhat difficult to handle.

(End of this chapter)