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

Chapter 47: A move taught by a master, but I can't break it

This sword moved from bottom to top, forcing Yang Guo to retreat half a step. Immediately afterwards, his long arm stretched out, and his left arm suddenly grew two inches and hit Yang Guo's right shoulder.

In a flash, the long sword in Yang Guo's hand turned around, and a gorgeous sword flower flashed in the air. The tip of the sword pointed upwards and pressed against the "Quchi Point" on the tall and thin Taoist's left arm.

"stop!"

The disciple who was in charge of monitoring the situation in the field shouted loudly, and there was also an exclamation from all around.

No matter how long the tall and thin Taoist's arms are, they are not longer than the sword in Yang Guo's hand. If this sword is used with full force, it will definitely cut off half of his arm.

The disciple felt ashamed and afraid, so he took a half step back, handed the sword to his left hand, and bowed.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Yang, for showing mercy. I admit defeat."

Yang Guo's heart was beating fast, but his face remained calm. He returned the greeting and said, "I dare not. Senior Brother, you are too kind."

If the opponent is really desperate and has no moral principles, I will have to drop my sword after this palm strike.

But Yang Guo couldn't stab the sword without distinguishing the severity of the attack, so it was hard to say how the outcome would be judged.

The winner here has been decided, Yang Guo and his opponent returned to their camps, leaving the venue for the next disciple to take the stage.

"That tall and thin Taoist priest is usually quiet, but I didn't expect him to be such a tough guy. Qingxing, do you know his name?"

Lu Qingdu and other senior brothers welcomed Yang Guo back, only to find that this opponent was unknown in daily life but had very sophisticated kung fu, so they asked Liu Qingxing, who was the most well-informed among the brothers.

"I only know that he is Master Tan's disciple, and it seems that he is a disciple who brought his skills with him. Look at his last move. Although it is still the palm method of our Quanzhen Sect, it obviously has the foundation of Eagle Claw Kung Fu."

Zhao Zhijing nodded, thinking that among the fourth generation disciples of Chongyang Palace, there were actually some who deliberately concealed their abilities on weekdays.

On the full moon day of the twelfth lunar month, when Wang Chuyi's disciples had a small competition, Yang Guo won three battles and each time he won easily. It seemed that this big competition would not cause any trouble.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in the first battle.

"Guo'er, come here."

Hearing his master's call, Yang Guo hurriedly walked forward.

"The disciple is here."

Zhao Zhijing looked at the two people who had already started fighting on the field and said, "If you are anxious and have difficulty winning in the next match, you can use the boxing skills that I taught you."

Yang Guo's eyes lit up, then he became a little uncertain.

When my master taught me the "Fist of the North Star" in the past, he reminded me not to mention it to anyone other than my fellow disciples, and not to use it in front of other people.

"Master, is everything okay?"

Zhao Zhijing looked past the two people fighting in the arena and fell on Hao Datong at the top, and nodded.

"No problem, go ahead and use it."

If he really is not as skilled as others, then there is nothing to say, but if he suppresses himself, then that is a bit unreasonable.

Yang Guo was delighted to receive the affirmative answer from his master, and immediately said happily: "Disciple obeys your command!"

Compared with the Quanzhen Sect's rigid introductory palm techniques, the Fist of the Big Dipper is more flexible, swift and agile, and is Yang Guo's favorite.

This kind of martial arts, which relies more on understanding and is full of fantastic ideas, is indeed more suitable for him.

After another stick of incense had passed, the other two competitions ended one after another. The winners were Huaqing Chi from Qiu Chuji's lineage, and Guo Qingfang from Hao Datong's lineage.

After a short rest, everyone had another competition, fighting against each other in pairs, and finally the top three disciples among the four generations of disciples in the Chongyang Palace competition would be determined.

At this time, Hao Datong, who had been watching the disciples' competition, suddenly said, "The next competition will be between Zhibing's disciple Qingchi and Zhijing's disciple Qingmu."

Everyone in the field looked upwards, not understanding why Hao Datong suddenly made this decision.

However, the Quanzhen Sect attaches great importance to the dignity of teachers. Among the Seven Quanzhen disciples, only Hao Datong was present at the moment, and the one who was disqualified was his own disciples' right to participate in the competition. So although everyone was puzzled, no one stood up to speak.

In fact, Hao Datong had his own calculations in mind. His former mentor Wang Chongyang integrated the three religions and founded the Quanzhen lineage in Mount Zhongnan. As time went on, he became more indifferent and straightforward.

For this reason, Qiu Chuji, who had the highest martial arts skills among the Seven Quanzhen Masters, was the least loved by his master Wang Chongyang, who thought that he was focusing on studying martial arts and was missing the point.

In comparison, the quiet and inactive Ma Yu was the one most appreciated by his master Wang Chongyang.

Back then, Wang Chongyang won the first place in the Huashan Sword Contest and was extremely famous. The Quanzhen Sect also became the orthodox martial arts sect in the world and surpassed Shaolin to become the largest sect in the world.

But times have changed and the Quanzhen Sect is now in a state of transition.

The head monk, Senior Brother Ma, is already old, and the other members of the Seven Quanzhen Sect are similarly aged. If a successor cannot be chosen soon, even without an outsider, there will be chaos within the sect.

For various reasons, Hao Datong simply let his disciple Guo Qingfang give up, which meant that he did not intend to compete for the position of successor to the headmaster. In addition, Hao Datong could see from the competition that Hua Qingchi was a steady person, proficient in swordsmanship and palm techniques, especially in internal strength, and had already reached 60% of the level of his master Zhen Zhibing.

Looking at Yang Guo again, although he is very young and has not been practicing for long, the talents and qualifications he has demonstrated are all top-notch, which is completely different from Huaqing Pool.

In comparison, although the disciple Guo Qingfang is also a leader among the four generations of disciples, his quality is not good enough, so there is no need for him to go on the field. It is better to let Hua Yang concentrate on the competition.

The plan was set, and the competition that was originally scheduled to take place in three rounds was reduced to one to decide the winner. All the disciples present in Chongyang Palace focused their attention on Yang Guo and Huaqing Pool.

"Qingchi, your master was unable to return to the mountain in time and could not participate in this competition. You should understand how important this final match is, right?"

"Although Yang Guo has outstanding skills, he has only been practicing for a short time and his internal strength is definitely insufficient. Don't just fight with him on skills. The best strategy is to use internal strength to decide the winner."

Wang Zhitan, Qi Zhicheng and other fellow disciples of Zhen Zhibing all gave advice to Hua Qingchi, asking him to win first place in the four-generation disciple competition.

After that, there was a competition among three generations of disciples. Zhao Zhijing had been quite lazy in the past six months. His cultivation had not regressed, but it certainly had stagnated. It was a pity that Senior Brother Zhen was not on the mountain, so he could not make the final decision.

Everyone here was planning how to capture Yang Guo first and then Zhao Zhijing.

Over there, Zhao Zhijing glanced at the situation on the field and had a clearer understanding of the current situation in Chongyang Palace.

The disciples of the sect headed by Ma Yu mostly abide by their duties and devote themselves to the pursuit of truth, so they are not well-known in the martial arts world and have no ambition to become the next head of the sect. They are considered neutral.
Qiu Chuji's disciples were the best in both quality and quantity, and his eldest disciple Zhen Zhibing was the first candidate for the successor to the headmaster.
As Tan Chuduan's disciples had been dead for many years, they were close to Qiu Chuji's disciples and would obviously support Zhen Zhibing.

Wang Chuyi's branch had Zhao Zhijing, who was the most powerful martial artist among the three generations of disciples, but he was mediocre in other aspects. In addition, Zhao Zhijing's reputation was mediocre before, and he was even more implicated after accepting Yang Guo.

Hao Datong's faction was mediocre in strength, but his disciple Zhang Zhiguang, who was also the master of Guo Qingfang who was unable to play, was privately close to Wang Zhitan, Qi Zhicheng and others;

As for Liu Chuxuan's sect, there was no one to take charge after Chen Zhiquan was seriously injured, and Liu Chuxuan himself was not on the mountain. His disciples each had their own thoughts and some leaned towards different sides.
As for Sun Buer, she is a Kun, so she can be ignored.

Looking around at this time, the disciples who supported Qiu Chuji gathered together, forming the most conspicuous group in the field. Others had not made up their minds, and some simply did not want to get involved in this muddy water.

Zhao Zhijing glanced at Hao Datong across the crowd, wondering how the old Taoist felt when he saw the scene of open and secret struggles before him.

Then he put his hands into his Taoist robe, thinking that the clothes sent by Guan Shengnan were better than those distributed by Chongyang Palace.

"Guo'er, just do your best."

Zhao Zhijing didn't say much, just opened his mouth to offer encouragement.

Dealing with people like you is not as difficult as taking down that roast chicken.

Yang Guo responded loudly, "Yes, Master!"

As the two entered the venue, discussions began to rise around them, and everyone was guessing who would be the winner in this contest to determine who would be the number one disciple of the four generations in the town.

"Brother Hua, please give me some advice!"

"Junior Brother Yang, please give me some advice!"

Yang Guo and Hua Qing Chi each held a long sword, and they compared their sword skills. One's sword skill was light and changeable, while the other's was steady and sophisticated.

It's just that Huaqing Chi has been practicing Quanzhen internal skills for nearly ten years, and his foundation is much stronger than Yang Guo's. No matter how many tricks Yang Guo came up with, he just guarded the gate calmly and occasionally attacked with a sword, but the force was so strong that Yang Guo had to withdraw his sword and return to defend.

After dozens of moves, the two should have been evenly matched, but after a long time, Yang Guo would surely be exhausted, so Huaqing Chi would have a slight advantage.

"They were all taught by the same master, so there's no way to break their moves."

Zhao Zhijing watched Yang Guo and Hua Qing Chi fighting back and forth, using the 49-stroke Quanzhen sword technique from beginning to end and then back to beginning again, but still could not determine the winner.

"Master, what do you think Junior Brother Yang's chances of winning are?"

Liu Qingxing asked worriedly. In fact, they could also see that Yang Guo was relying on exquisite sword moves to make up for the lack of power. He was intentionally avoiding being stuck by the opponent's internal force when the two swords intersected. This would double the consumption of energy.

"Ten percent."

Liu Qingxing and other disciples looked at each other, thinking that they had not heard clearly, and carefully confirmed: "Master, does Junior Brother Yang have a 40% chance of winning?"

"Ten percent."

Zhao Zhijing had already seen that Huaqing Pool was intentionally defending and not attacking, wanting to see clearly the changes in Yang Guo's sword moves. However, this method of playing it safe instead made him dig a hole for himself.

If you go all out as soon as you enter the arena, using both sword and palm techniques and using your internal energy to suppress the opponent, your chances of winning may be 73% or even 82%.

But now Huaqing Chi is only thinking about guarding against Yang Guo's swordsmanship. When the swordsmanship is useless and Huaqing Chi thinks he has a sure win, that will be Yang Guo's best chance to win.

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