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

"Boss Huang!"

The whistling sound came from far away and gradually got closer. It not only echoed around the gate of Xiangyang City, but could also be heard clearly in half of the city.

"Master Zhao succeeded!"

Huang Rong, who was sitting in the center, had just fought off a wave of Mongolian masters who attacked the city. The intentions of these people were very obvious. They only wanted to stir up trouble and create chaos, but they would never fight.

With Huang Rong's martial arts skills, it should be no problem for her to deal with these people, but as a cook without rice, she cannot cook without rice. If the other party tried to escape, she did not dare to chase them and could only deal with them exhaustedly.

"Brother Jing, Taoist Zhao, and Senior Brother Zhu each have their own duties at this time, and must not move."

"We have to get through this before we can plan anything!"

Although Huang Rong was anxious, she remained calm and directed the Beggars' Sect members to rescue those who needed to be rescued and put out fires. She would rather suffer a small loss in the short term than to waver in morale.

At this time, he heard the news from Zhao Zhijing, and his heart suddenly lightened up. He immediately ordered: "Elder Lu, quickly take people to the city gate to replace Taoist Zhao!"

At the same time, he saw the Wu brothers looking angrily at the direction where the Mongolian master left, and he shouted, "You two should go with Elder Lu too!"

When fighting with the Mongolian master just now, Huang Rong used the Dog Beating Stick Technique to fight off two people alone.

In addition, Elder Lu took on one, the Wu brothers joined forces to block one, and the rest of the Beggars' Sect members besieged one.

However, apart from Huang Rong, Elder Lu barely managed to avoid defeat. The Wu brothers lost the opportunity in order to show off, and had to rely on Huang Rong to help restrain them from time to time.

When the Mongolian master left, he laughed loudly and said, "What a powerful stick technique, what a pus-filled brother!"

The two brothers felt ashamed and wanted to chase after her but were stopped by Huang Rong, so they were still very angry.

Huang Rong guessed what they were thinking when she saw their expressions. However, this was not the time to teach them a lesson harshly, so she just scolded them and waited for the reckoning later.

Elder Lu, who was standing by, received Huang Rong's order and immediately led his men to the city gate.

"There is still poisonous sand here, be careful, Brother Lu!"

Zhao Zhijing saw Lu Youjiao and his men approaching, and hurriedly gave them a warning. Then he took two steps at a time and leaped toward the city wall like a big bird.
In just a blink of an eye, Zhao Zhijing had jumped more than two meters and was about to climb to the top of the city wall. Lu Youjiao and the members of the Beggars' Gang below saw this and were all amazed.

At the same time, a fierce battle was still going on on the city wall. When King Jinlun saw Guo Jing showing weakness at first, he thought that he was seriously injured, and he became more determined to defeat him in one fell swoop.

However, after Guo Jing followed the plan, he was still unable to get rid of King Jinlun. The other party was not in a hurry to open the city gate and just kept attacking. In the end, Guo Jing had to use all his strength to avoid defeat.

The two men's martial arts were originally comparable, but Guo Jing had consumed a lot of energy during the day.

Furthermore, there was no time to clean up the corpses piled on the top of the city wall, and the space available was limited, which allowed King Jinlun to attack with all his might, leaving Guo Jing no chance to dodge.

Earlier, Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi, who had returned from the city gate in defeat, fled to the top of the city wall and planned to leave quickly, but when they saw that Zhao Zhijing did not come to chase them, they slowed down and took a look at the situation on the field.

At this time, King Jinlun had already gained the upper hand. He was confident that with just a few dozen more moves, he could seriously injure Guo Jing, or even capture him alive.

Unexpectedly, Yin Kexi and the other two were angry at King Jinlun for using someone else's knife to kill someone. They shouted on the surface that they would come to help, but in fact they secretly obstructed King Jinlun from succeeding.

"Xiaoxiangzi, what are you doing!"

King Jinlun was about to succeed, but Xiaoxiangzi's mourning stick came from the side and hit Guo Jing instead of himself. He roared in anger.

"Brother Nimoxing has died outside the city. The King of France really has a good plan!"

Xiao Xiangzi responded with a sneer, and swept the mourning stick towards Guo Jing. Over there, Zhu Ziliu suppressed Huo Du with his self-created One Yang Book Finger, but it would take more than a hundred moves to win. Seeing Guo Jing in danger, Huo Du took the opportunity to counterattack when he was distracted, and it was really difficult to rescue him.

On the contrary, Yang Guo and Guan Man'er, relying on the tacit understanding they have gained from spending time together as brothers, have worked together to defeat their opponents.

"Uncle Guo, I'm here to help you!"

Although Yang Guo knew that he could not defeat King Jinlun and his two men, he still rushed forward without hesitation, swung his sword, and blocked Yin Kexi's golden whip.

"This weird sword technique again!"

When Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi met, they immediately guessed that Yang Guo was Zhao Zhijing's disciple. Although he was not as inconspicuous as Zhao Zhijing, he was definitely a descendant of their master.

"It's not difficult to kill this guy, but the Taoist priest will definitely keep a close eye on him afterwards. Although the world is big, I'm afraid there is no place for us to stay safe."

The two were afraid of the consequences and thought that they were doomed to return empty-handed today, so there was no need to get themselves into trouble. Therefore, they mostly caused trouble for King Jinlun but did not harm Yang Guo.

King Jinlun was frequently obstructed and became very angry. In the end, he simply stopped distinguishing between friend and foe and only wanted to capture Guo Jing as soon as possible.

Guo Jing had been practicing the martial arts from the Nine Yin Scriptures diligently for nearly twenty years. Although his internal energy had been greatly depleted, he could still control the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with ease.

This is the magical effect of creating the softest from the hardest. King Jinlun thought it would be a head-on fight, but his fists found nothing and there was no place to exert force.

"Guo'er, step back. The master is here!"

There was a chaotic fight on the top of the city wall when Zhao Zhijing finally arrived. He was so swift that he was almost there just as he finished speaking.

When Huo Du saw that it was Zhao Zhijing who arrived, he was afraid that if he was a little slower, he would have to stay here, so he immediately released the hidden weapon in his folding fan, forced Zhu Ziliu to retreat, and immediately went down the city wall using the ladder.

“Your Majesty, now that Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing have come together, we two dare not compete with you for credit. We hope that Your Majesty will display his magical powers and take them both down together!”

Yin Kexi made a sarcastic remark, and without staying for a moment, he clasped his fists towards Zhao Zhijing, and left together with Xiaoxiangzi.

King Jinlun knew that he could not do anything alone. If Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing joined forces, no one in the world would be able to defeat them. Although he was annoyed that he failed, he could only suppress his anger.

"Master Guo, Taoist Priest Zhao, see you later!"

King Jinlun picked up a corpse at his feet, stopped Zhao Zhijing from moving forward, and at the same time, he suddenly struck out with his palm, using the force to jump away.

Ever since King Jinlun and his men took advantage of the chaos to attack the city wall, Kublai Khan had been waiting for the city gate to open, but nothing happened.

At this time, he saw several people jumping down from the city wall. Although he could not see clearly who they were, he could guess roughly just by looking at their figures. He sighed heavily, knowing that all his efforts today had been in vain.

The two guards on the left and right saw this and stepped forward together and said, "Please allow us to kill the southern barbarian as well!"

After saying that, he jumped on his horse, galloped to the foot of the city, drew his bow and shot an arrow towards Zhao Zhijing.

Zhao Zhijing was on the top of the city wall asking about Guo Jing's injuries when he heard the sound of breaking wind getting closer. He raised his hands and held the two feather arrows tightly in his hands.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"

Zhao Zhijing shouted loudly towards the city, then threw the arrow downwards, and it went even faster than when it came.

The two guards were about to shoot another arrow when they suddenly felt a sharp pain in their chests. They had been pierced by the arrows. (End of this chapter)