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

At the same time that Xiaolongnu met Gongsun Zhi, Zhou Botong had already taken over King Jinlun.

The rest of the people each picked an opponent, and the hall suddenly became chaotic. Qiu Qianchi stared at Gongsun Zhi, waiting to give him a fatal blow.

Zhao Zhijing looked at the fishing nets that were surrounding him. The fishing nets were made of soft and tough golden threads. Not to mention ordinary swords, even magical weapons would not be able to damage them easily.

Because Gongsun Zhi had the intention to kill, this fishing net was more sinister than the one used to capture Zhou Botong. It was covered with sharp barbs and spikes, and it shone with a chilling cold light. Once entangled in it, it would be a tragic death to be cut into pieces.

Moreover, there is more than one fishing net formation. The sixteen disciples of the Jueqing Valley are divided into groups of four and stand in the east, south, west and north. No matter how you deal with them, they only need to slowly close the encirclement and you will be unable to escape even if you have wings.

"Be careful, there are magnets on the fishing net, so any iron hidden weapon will not work!"

Qiu Qianchi had lived in the Jueqing Valley for more than ten years, so she naturally knew how powerful the fishing net formation was. Not to mention breaking it, she had never seen anyone who could even escape from the formation.

Although her hands and feet were disabled, she still had knowledge and experience. This man named Zhao Zhijing should be the backbone of the group. If he fails, the situation on the field will immediately become one-sided.

"Gongsun Zhi is so arrogant, he is indeed extraordinary. As long as we get rid of Zhao Zhijing and capture Huang Rong and her daughter to threaten Guo Jing, Xiangyang City will surely fall!"

After learning from the lesson at Lujiazhuang last time, King Jinlun was well prepared for this trip to Jueqing Valley. Not only had he replaced the destroyed golden wheel, he also carried the remaining four wheels with him.

He had fought with Zhou Botong in Kublai Khan's tent before, and knew that this seemingly mischievous old boy had profound martial arts skills, and was no less skilled than the Five Greatest Masters of the Central Plains.

"Although Taoist Master Zhao's martial arts skills are unfathomable, I don't know how to break this fishing net formation."

At this time, Huang Rong was fighting Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi with the Dog Beating Stick Technique. Because Xiao Xiangzi's mourning stick was still in the hands of the Old Boy, he had no weapon that suited his needs, and together with Yin Kexi, they could only manage a draw with Huang Rong.

"If Taoist Zhao can't break it, I'm afraid we will be defeated today."

Except for Zhao Zhijing, everyone else present had already started fighting. Even Yang Guo and Guan Man'er faced off against Huo Du and Ma Guangzuo respectively.

However, although everyone was in the midst of a fierce battle, they all devoted a small amount of attention to Zhao Zhijing, thinking that the success or failure of this battle would largely depend on him.

The fishing net formation consisting of sixteen people pressed forward from all sides, only because Gongsun Zhi had given instructions in advance not to seek a quick victory, but not to let anyone escape.

I saw four fishing nets constantly changing, some horizontally and some vertically, some flat and some slanted, and the junctions between the nets always overlapped with each other, without any flaws.

If someone else encountered such a critical situation, they would inevitably run and jump around, making it difficult for the main formation to determine the urgency of closing the net, while looking for an opportunity to break through and rush out.

But Zhao Zhijing just stood there firmly, as if he was waiting to die, allowing the fishing net formation to approach.

"Gongsun Zhi, where is Li Mochou now?"

Gongsun Zhi's family-inherited Yin-Yang Reverse Blade and Acupoint Closing Technique had their original flaws made up for after being improved by Qiu Qianchi. Moreover, he was more than 20 years older than Xiaolongnu, so his internal strength was naturally more profound.

So the last time he fought with Xiaolongnu, he defeated her without using his full strength.

When they fought again, although the mentality of being gentle and considerate to women was very different from before, the weapon in Xiaolongnu's hand was replaced with the Gentleman and Lady Sword stolen by Zhou Botong, which was more powerful.

In addition, Gongsun Zhi thought that he would be able to capture Zhao Zhijing with the fishing net formation, and now that he had joined forces with King Jinlun, there was no reason for him to fail. Therefore, he had the evil idea of forcing Xiaolongnu to devote herself to him, and did not kill her for the time being.

As the two of them were talking back and forth, they suddenly heard Zhao Zhijing asking a question. Gongsun Zhi sneered and said, "You still want to bluff when disaster is imminent. You should break my fishing net formation first before worrying about others!" "Li Mochou is really resourceful. Not only did she fool Gongsun Zhi around, but even Xiaolongnu thought she had no choice."

Earlier, Zhao Zhijing had discovered that the bride to be married was not Li Mochou, but she invited masters from both the Song and Mongolia sides in the name of Gongsun Zhi, the master of the Jueqing Valley. She must have had great ambitions.

But man proposes, God disposes. First, Zhou Botong escaped, and then he released Xiaolongnu. The most unexpected thing was that Zhao Zhijing actually rescued Qiu Qianchi.

"Li Mochou hasn't shown up yet. Once she finds out that the situation is not right, she will probably flee immediately."

When Zhao Zhijing saw this situation, and Gongsun Zhi still refused to reveal Li Mochou's whereabouts, he could only shake his head slightly.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the fishing net array had come to within nearly ten feet of Zhao Zhijing. The knives and hooks on the net collided with each other, making sharp sounds. Even a reckless man like Ma Guangzuo, who thought he was fearless, felt a little frightened.

"If we can't catch Li Mochou, then we'll do our best to keep King Jinlun and the others. As long as Xiangyang City is not taken, the Fairness Cult is doomed to not cause any major disturbances!"

Zhao Zhijing made up his mind and pointed out with his index fingers at the same time. There were two soft hissing sounds, which flashed by in the fierce fighting in the hall with all kinds of weapons clashing and breathing, but the sixteen disciples who formed the fishing net formation heard them clearly.

"hidden weapon?"

As soon as Fan Yiweng, who was in charge of the formation, had a question in his mind, he felt an invisible and intangible airflow approaching. In his hurry, he had no time to think about it and could only block it with the steel staff in his hand.

"clang!"

Although this blow did not hit Fan Yiweng's acupuncture points, it made his arms numb and he could hardly hold the steel rod.

"There is actually such a skill in the world that can injure people with just finger force from a distance of ten feet. How old is Zhao Zhijing? Is he really a god?"

Fan Yiweng was so shocked that he was stunned and had not yet recovered. The other disciples who formed the fishing net formation were not like Fan Yiweng who could not block a finger.

He managed to quickly avoid the acupuncture points, but the powerful force from the fingers caused his blood to churn, and he could not move freely for a while.

Those with weaker skills were directly hit in the acupuncture points and could not move, standing there like statues, ready to be slaughtered.

Although the fishing net formation was very powerful, it required the joint efforts of four people, so Zhao Zhijing only extended five fingers in total, and the original fishing net formation that surrounded him on all sides was broken.

Except for Yang Guo, Guan Man'er and Xiaolongnu, no one else present had seen Zhao Zhijing use this Yang Finger magical skill. The crowd was immediately shocked and exclaimed in amazement.

"Although I heard from Senior Brother Zhu that Master Yideng passed on the One Yang Finger skill to Taoist Zhao, it has been less than a year. How could he have such a high level of skill?"

"You little brat, when did you learn the One Finger of the Sun from Master Yi Deng? Why didn't you tell me, Old Naughty Boy?"

"He was able to break the fishing net formation so easily?"

"Not good! If I had known that he had such a special skill, I shouldn't have come to this Jueqing Valley to cause trouble!"

Huang Rong, Zhou Botong, Gongsun Zhi, King Jinlun and others were all thinking rapidly, but some were happy while others were worried.

"Run!" (End of this chapter)