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

Zhao Zhijing heaved a sigh of relief. Over the past three years, his internal strength had grown faster and faster. Now, he has been practicing for more than two hundred years, and it is the authentic internal strength of Xuanmen. It is like a calm well, but unfathomable.

If there is anyone in the world who is worthy of our full efforts, it must be Guo Jing.

"My dear seniors, Brother Guo, I am sorry for my rudeness!"

Zhao Zhijing unexpectedly took a few steps back, putting a distance of nearly two meters between him and Guo Jing. He used his Xiantian Gong to point his finger into the air, and an invisible and intangible sword energy struck out from a distance.

One Yang Finger refers to finger force, but Six Meridians Divine Sword has the word "sword" in it. Ever since Yang Guo comprehended the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords and Master Yideng taught him One Yang Finger, Zhao Zhijing has been thinking about whether he could use fingers instead of swords. He does not need to use all six swords at the same time, as long as he can master one of them first.

The Six Meridians Divine Sword must rely on extremely deep internal strength for support, which is not a difficult task for Zhao Zhijing. Moreover, with the blessing of Xiantian Gong, his internal strength can be circulated and released freely to the point where he can do whatever he wants.

Then, based on the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords, which is to attack but not defend, and to anticipate the enemy's moves, each finger should be regarded as a swing of the sword, as an extension of one's body.

Ordinary swords and knives can only reach three feet away, and the maximum distance one can injure someone with sword energy is within ten feet. However, the One Yang Finger used in this way can reach nearly two feet.

Guo Jing had seen Master Yideng's One Finger Zen, and he also knew that Zhao Zhijing had learned this unique skill. Last year, when he heard his wife talk about it, he heard that Zhao Zhijing had broken the fishing net formation in the Jueqing Valley with his finger force, and the force reached as far as ten feet. He was already greatly impressed.

Now it seems that in less than a year, I have made such progress that the distance has doubled.

"Amitabha, Master Zhao has such power that I am far inferior to him."

Master Yideng's One Yang Finger is close to the first level, surpassing the fourth level required for the Dali Duan family to practice the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but the limit of his finger strength is only slightly over ten feet, let alone integrating swordsmanship into the finger technique.

Although Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong knew that they had no chance of becoming the best in the world, when they saw that this unique sword technique that was performed purely with finger strength seemed to be even better than the sword technique that had just competed with the Dog Beating Stick Technique, they couldn't help but wonder how they should deal with it if they switched places with Guo Jing.

Only the old naughty boy clapped his hands and laughed, "Little Bull Nose, no, good brother, you must teach me this trick later!"

Zhao Zhijing used his index finger to wield the Shangyang Sword, which was naturally different from the original sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but it was as majestic as Feng Xu riding the wind, and no one knew where it would end.

The sword technique originated from the Dugu Nine Swords. The two are integrated into one, creating an invisible and seamless move that is not unlike any existing moves in the martial arts world, making it impossible to track down and crack.

When Guo Jing saw Zhao Zhijing display such extraordinary skills that surpassed all martial arts in the world, his blood boiled and he focused on dealing with him.

"My palm power can't hurt people at a distance of two meters. If I want to win, I have to get close to them."

Guo Jing used both hands to block the sword energy with all he had learned, but Zhao Zhijing fired continuously with his fingers, without a break between each move, leaving Guo Jing no time to think about the position of each attack, so after only twenty moves, a part of his sleeve was cut off and his shoulder was hit by a sword.

"The One Finger Zen is already a skill that consumes a lot of energy. Controlling the sword with the finger is bound to be even more exhausting. But according to the current situation, I will defeat him before he is exhausted!"

Guo Jing used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to clear the way, and combined with the Five Strings and Lightness Skills from the Nine Yin Scriptures to try to close the distance between the two.

But Zhao Zhijing obviously would not give him this opportunity, and the power of his finger at a distance of ten feet must be greater than at a farther distance, so no matter how hard Guo Jing tried, he was unable to get close.

After another ten moves, the trees on the top of Mount Hua were affected by the sword energy. The fallen leaves and broken branches were knocked down and floated around in the energy like flying snow, unable to fall to the ground.

Zhao Zhijing just pointed his fingers in the air, and there was a continuous hissing sound. Wherever his force reached, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and people had no time to observe carefully.

At this time, Guo Jing was not only completely suppressed, but also his vision was blocked. He could no longer tell where the sword energy was coming from. He could only use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms over and over again to protect his whole body.

After fifty moves, Zhao Zhijing's offensive had not weakened. Instead, his sword movements became more and more familiar, and his finger movements became more and more handy, gradually becoming like a violent storm.

"Unless I risk my life, I really can't think of a chance to turn defeat into victory. Moreover, I didn't have the upper hand in the close combat at the beginning." "Forget it!"

Guo Jing summoned up his remaining strength and fought back with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Then he leaped back, clasped his hands and said, "Brother Zhao is a man of heaven. I am willing to admit defeat!"

Seeing Guo Jing voluntarily withdraw, Zhao Zhijing immediately stopped his attack. At this time, most of the rocks and soil within a two-meter radius collapsed. If the fight continued, a deep pit would be created on the top of Mount Hua.

"Good boy, last year you said you would become the best in the world within one or two years, and I thought you were just bragging, but I didn't expect that I actually underestimated you!"

"Amitabha, Taoist Zhao really deserves the title. He is quite like the Taoist Chongyang back then. I admire him."

"The sword comes from Quanzhen, very good!"

Zhao Zhijing thanked Huang Yaoshi and the others one by one, then picked up his sword and carved the four words "Sword Out of Quanzhen" on the cliff again. This time he added three more inches of wood than two years ago, and thought it would last for a hundred years.

"Master, are you leaving?"

More than a month had passed since the third Huashan Sword Contest. The news that Zhao Zhijing, the abbot of the Zuowang Temple on the Jade Maiden Peak of Huashan, had become the best martial artist in the world spread across the country, and everyone in the martial arts world looked up to him.

When I think back to that day, the bustling scene of the crowds, the cheers and applause that resounded throughout Mount Huashan still seem to echo. I don’t know how many jars of fine wine we drank, and the celebration lasted for three days before it ended.

In the following period of time, all the guests who had come to the scene said goodbye one after another. Guo Jing and his wife returned to Xiangyang. Huang Yaoshi and others did not like the hustle and bustle and left earlier than others.

Zhao Zhijing's disciples were naturally the happiest for their master. They were more excited than ever about gaining experience in the martial arts world, and they all hoped to bring honor to their master and Zuowang Temple in the future.

However, this time when he went down the mountain, Zhao Zhijing did not say "Don't forget to come back for the New Year."

Until this day, Zuowang Temple returned to peace again. Zhao Zhijing came to the top of Yunu Peak alone, looking at the clouds rolling in the distance, and suddenly he felt something in his heart.

"Since you can travel the heavens, there must be a chance to come back. Leave quietly to avoid unnecessary sadness."

Zhao Zhijing had already secretly left a letter and arranged the affairs in Zuowang Temple.

The third disciple Liu Qingxing took over as the abbot of the temple. Other disciples could make their own choices whether they wanted to join the martial arts world or practice seclusion in the mountains.

Don't worry, we as master and disciple will meet again one day.

Just as Zhao Zhijing was about to leave, Guan Man'er suddenly came to the top of the mountain, looked at her master in a daze and asked, "Master, are you leaving?"

Although Zhao Zhijing didn't know why Guan Man'er found out about this, he still turned around and smiled, "Yeah."

"Man'er, practice hard, Master will definitely come back to see you."

Guan Man'er had a vague feeling that his master was about to leave, but he himself didn't know why he had this feeling. When he heard his master say this, he didn't think any more about it, but he unconsciously shed tears for the first time.

"Master, Man'er is waiting for you."

On that day, the legend of the immortal Zhao from Huashan Mountain turning into a rainbow and ascending to heaven on the Jade Maiden Peak has been circulated in the martial arts world for a hundred years. (End of this chapter)