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

Chapter 51: People who practice Taoism certainly understand how to use yin and yang
Ma Yu's disciples were originally trying to break the first move, but it suddenly turned into the third move.

By the time he resolved the third move, Zhao Zhijing's sword had already crossed his position to return the sword.

The move was already old, and the next sword had to be retracted and used again. But now he was unable to move forward or downward. The disciple was stunned for a moment and had to drop the sword and admit defeat.

"admire!"

"Concession!"

Zhao Zhijing won the game easily, which surprised those who were watching him.

His original swordsmanship was steady and ruthless, while the swordsmanship he taught his disciple Yang Guo was agile and exquisite, which were contradictory.

The sword technique just used was free and unrestrained. How could a person's sword skills be so changeable?

"Could it be that what he told Grandmaster Zhou that day in the town outside Xianyang, that a master taught him martial arts in his dream, was actually true?"

The fellow apprentices who had gone down the mountain with Zhao Zhijing to do work at that time were now looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering why Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship had made such great progress.

"Perhaps the disciples under Master Master's tutelage are more devoted to the pursuit of truth and are not too demanding in martial arts, so he took advantage of it."

Zhen Zhibing was not on the mountain at this time. Apart from Zhao Zhijing, the ones with the highest martial arts skills were Li Zhichang, Zhang Zhiguang, Cui Zhifang and others. Cui Zhifang and Zhao Zhijing were both disciples of Wang Chuyi, so they could be ignored.

"Brother Zhao, I am here to learn from your skills!"

Many of the third-generation disciples had just been scolded by Hao Datong and were feeling somewhat resentful. When they saw Zhao Zhijing winning easily, some of them could no longer bear it and stood up.

It is not rude for a junior brother to ask for advice from his senior brother. If Zhao Zhijing wins the first place among the three generations of disciples in this competition, then his Wang Chuyi family will be too glorious.

Seeing that this man was one of the people who had made the loudest noise just now, Zhao Zhijing simply sheathed his sword, ready to teach him a lesson.

"Why, Junior Brother, are you not worthy of asking Senior Brother Zhao for advice?"

When the man saw Zhao Zhijing put away his sword, he felt looked down upon and said angrily, "If Senior Brother Zhao despises my humble skill, just say so!"

Zhao Zhijing said calmly: "Junior brother, don't be suspicious. I have been thinking about this unsheathed sword in recent days. It's a good opportunity to verify it with you today."

"Then Junior Brother would like to thank Senior Brother Zhao for his kindness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a move was made over there. Seeing that Zhao Zhijing had taken the initiative, he wanted to seize the initiative.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing's sword was not unsheathed, just in time to catch him off guard and see if he dared to be so arrogant again!
The sword moves used by this Taoist priest are from the highest level of the Quanzhen sect's swordplay, called One Breath Transforms into Three Pure Ones. A master of this art can stab eighteen times in a row, and each sword can be split into three.

When Zhao Zhijing taught Yang Guo swordsmanship before, through his comprehension of the Quanzhen entry-level swordsmanship, he had already mastered this set of advanced swordsmanship in one breath and integrated it into the Three Purities.

Although the opponent's moves were fast, they were still far from the artistic conception of swordsmanship that "Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things." He only got the word "fast", but his subsequent moves were a mess.

He did not even draw his sword, but simply used the scabbard to block all the sword moves that were stabbing towards him.

The tip of the Taoist's sword collided with Zhao Zhijing's scabbard, and in the blink of an eye, a series of "ding ding dang dang" crisp sounds were heard, accompanied by sporadic sparks, which was quite pleasing to the eye and ear.

However, Zhao Zhijing had not yet countered with a single move, and even his long sword had never been unsheathed, which made the Taoist so angry that his face turned red and he exerted more strength faster, determined to force Zhao Zhijing to draw his sword.

"Ping!"

After Zhao Zhijing once again blocked the opponent's quick sword, he used his internal force to twist and turn the scabbard, and with a clever move, he directly broke the tip of the sword that was stabbed in the scabbard.

The Taoist saw that his sword was broken, but Zhao Zhijing still sheathed it, and said angrily: "Brother Zhao, do you think I am not worthy of your teachings?"

"what"

Zhao Zhijing exclaimed, as if he suddenly remembered it after being reminded, and said with a hint of apology: "Look at your memory, senior brother, you actually forgot about this." I am a cultivator, how could I not understand what Yin and Yang are?

"you!"

The Taoist had just used all his strength to wield the sword, using his internal energy to increase his speed, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. At this moment, he was so angry at Zhao Zhijing's words that his temper flared up.

In the cold winter wind, this man's entire head and face were emitting heat, as if smoke was coming out of his seven orifices.

The outcome was already decided, and arguing any further would only bring humiliation upon himself. The Taoist gritted his teeth and uttered three "OK"s, then simply clasped his fists and left the venue.

Hao Datong, who originally planned to secretly protect Zhao Zhijing, was now increasingly confused as to why the martial arts of this senior disciple of Senior Brother Wang had improved instead of regressed and had apparently reached a higher level compared to the past.

Moreover, Zhao Zhijing gave people the impression of having a bad temper, and the Seven Quanzhen disciples also felt that he was a little narrow-minded when they evaluated their disciples.

When did he develop this habit of speaking in a sarcastic way?

"Brother Zhao has won two games in a row, you can go off the court and take a rest."

Zhao Zhijing waved his hand and said, "No need. Although a saint's teachings do not have to be inferior to those of his teacher, since my disciples have been able to win battles in a row, I was lucky to win first place."

"Then I guess I can do it too."

Zhao Zhijing had already made plans beforehand, and he wanted to use this big fight in Chongyang Palace to expose the conflicts between himself and others.

In this way, he could naturally say that he was unable to convince the others and refused the position of the third-generation chief disciple, and then find an opportunity to take his disciples away from Chongyang Palace and find another Taoist temple to live in.

And by this incident he made his attitude clear and established his authority in public. Those who wanted to cause trouble to his disciples either openly or secretly would think carefully before taking any further action.

It's because the truth doesn't make sense, I just know a little bit about fighting!
The other disciples present could all understand the meaning of Zhao Zhijing's words.

It was obvious that his disciple Yang Guo had just been criticized by everyone, which made Zhao Zhijing, as their master, unhappy, so he planned to establish his authority in public.

"Senior Brother Zhao is recognized as the best martial artist among our three generations of disciples. Who in our sect doesn't know him?"

Qi Zhicheng, a disciple of Qiu Chuji, clasped his hands and came to the center of the field.

"Junior Brother Yang Guo has only been a disciple of Senior Brother Zhao for half a year, and he has already achieved such success. His future is limitless."

"Junior brother, although I am not talented, I dare to ask Senior Brother Zhao for some advice on boxing and kicking!"

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing took the initiative to ask for continuous fighting, Qi Zhicheng thought it would be a good opportunity to consume Zhao Zhijing's physical strength, so he was the first to go out, wanting to test the strength of his senior brother Li Zhichang who would go out later.

"Junior Brother Qi wants to compete, that would be the best."

Zhao Zhijing inserted his sword into the ground and stood tall.

This was considered a direct confrontation with Zhen Zhibing's faction. Firstly, it was done under the pretext of the Chongyang Palace contest, and secondly, after Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi returned to the mountain, they would not be able to find such a good opportunity to take action again.

If you want to fight me in a round-robin battle, I have to see how many of you can withstand my attacks!
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