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

Chapter 52 Why was he so arrogant at first and so humble later?

Zhao Zhijing and Qi Zhicheng were fighting together, the latter's palms flying, causing a whistling sound in the wind.

Last time, because of the incident of the source of the disaster, seven disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, led by Zhao Zhijing, went down the mountain to investigate on the orders of the head sect leader Ma Yu.

Among them was Qi Zhicheng, which showed that his martial arts skills were among the best among the third generation disciples.

At this time, he used the Frost-Breaking Ice Palm, keeping every move as a backup, in an attempt to lure Zhao Zhijing to attack actively.

This is the subtlety of the Frost-Walking and Ice-Breaking Palm. Although it may not seem very powerful at first glance, once the opponent makes a rash move, he will suddenly encounter a blizzard with endless aftereffects.

It's just that Qi Zhicheng knows how to use this palm technique, and Zhao Zhijing, who is also a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, can naturally use it as well. The purpose of fighting in this way is simply to prevent Zhao Zhijing from winning quickly and consume more energy.

"Brother Qi, your palm technique is great!"

Zhao Zhijing praised loudly, and it was hard to tell whether it was more of a sincere compliment or more of a mockery of such a rogue style of play.

Then, without caring how many ingenious back-up plans Qi Zhicheng had hidden, he pushed his right hand horizontally, using a Quanzhen entry-level palm technique, at a moderate speed, impacting the opponent's chest.

"How dare you be so arrogant?"

Qi Zhicheng was suspicious, but he did not dare to be negligent. He grabbed Zhao Zhijing's wrist with his left hand and cut down with his right hand to hit Zhao Zhijing's elbow.

However, Zhao Zhijing seemed to turn a blind eye and continued to push his right palm forward steadily, allowing his arm to be grabbed by the opponent.

"Master Hao is here, so I can't break his arm with force, but if I can control a few acupuncture points, can he still turn over to the sky?"

This thought flashed through Qi Zhicheng's mind, and he immediately exerted force on Zhao Zhijing's Quchi and Yangxi acupoints.

If Zhao Zhijing still dared to struggle, he could say that he was in a hurry and failed to control his strength, thus accidentally hurting his senior brother, and then beg Uncle Hao to punish him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he exerted his internal strength, strong true qi immediately appeared on two acupoints of Zhao Zhijing to resist. With Qi Zhicheng's internal strength, he was unable to break this layer of defense.

Qi Zhicheng was frightened and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand and change his tactics, but a suction force suddenly appeared on Zhao Zhijing's arm, making it difficult for him to do so.

So he could only watch Zhao Zhijing's ordinary palm slowly hit his chest.

There are several major acupoints on the human chest, which are very important. Although Zhao Zhijing's palm seems to have no power, as long as he releases a little bit of palm power, Qi Zhicheng will be seriously injured if not killed.

"stop!"

The third generation disciples who were closer hurried forward to prevent any mistakes from happening on both sides, which would have caused blood to spill on the spot if they were not careful.

Zhao Zhijing naturally would not seriously injure Qi Zhicheng in front of everyone in Chongyang Palace. He chuckled and withdrew his palm, leaving Qi Zhicheng standing there in a daze with his face turning pale and blue.

"Junior Brother Qi, is everything ok?"

In fact, the others were just watching roughly. Qi Zhicheng, who should have restrained Zhao Zhijing's right arm, chose not to do so. Instead, he seemed to be waiting to be pushed in the chest by the other party.

"It's okay."

Qi Zhicheng took a few deep breaths before he calmed down a little. He swallowed and felt his throat tighten.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao, for showing mercy. Zhicheng admits defeat."

In this way, Zhao Zhijing also won three games in a row, and it was easier than his apprentice Yang Guo. All together, it took less than a cup of tea.

Hao Datong had a solemn expression on his face. The other disciples couldn't see it, but he could figure it out with his level of cultivation.

It was most likely that Zhao Zhijing used his internal energy to restrain Qi Zhicheng, which allowed that simple palm strike to succeed.

However, in the entire Quanzhen Sect, apart from his fellow disciples of the same generation who have such profound cultivation, even Junior Sister Sun does not have such power.

How did Zhao Zhijing do it?
"Master, I also want to go up and ask Senior Brother Zhao for some advice."

Hao Datong's apprentice, Master Guo Qingfang who had not yet appeared on the stage, Zhang Zhiguang said in a low voice. Qi Zhicheng was defeated so miserably that other third-generation disciples such as Wang Zhitan, Chen Zhiyi, and Fang Zhiqi thought it was useless to go on stage.

He simply waited for Li Zhichang and Zhang Zhiguang, two senior brothers with higher martial arts skills, to appear.

However, judging from the strength Zhao Zhijing had already demonstrated, it was an overwhelming victory. In the three competitions, it was not even clear how much of his strength he had used.

In this Chongyang Palace competition, the title of one of the third-generation disciples will surely be in the hands of Zhao Zhijing.

Hao Datong originally wanted to step in and let Zhao Zhijing lose less and consider himself a winner, but now it seems completely unnecessary.

"Okay, go ahead."

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing had no rivals among the three generations of disciples, Hao Datong wanted to go down and test him himself, but this was a big competition in Chongyang Palace, and it was all disciples of the same generation, so he didn't want to break the rules.

So he asked his disciple Zhang Zhiguang to try again to see if he could make Zhao Zhijing display more of his strength.

"Thank you, Master."

Zhang Zhiguang got the master's approval, came to the center of the field with his sword in hand, bowed respectfully and said: "Senior Brother Zhao is worthy of being the best martial artist among our three generations of disciples. Zhiguang admires you!"

Zhao Zhijing glanced at him and thought to himself, "Is the Taoist still remembering how you confused right and wrong in front of Hao Datong just now?"

Now you dare to jump out on your own initiative, I will beat you until your face is covered with peach blossoms, and you really don’t know why the flowers are so red!

Without further ado, he waved his hand to pick up his sword from the ground and said calmly, "Junior Brother Zhang, thank you for your compliment. Please come forward."

Zhang Zhiguang nodded in response, and no one knew what he was thinking. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the ground. He then bowed and swung his sword to attack.

"Which of the Thirty-Six Stratagems is this?"

Zhao Zhijing admitted that he was a little confused. This Zhang Zhiguang was different from the previous three. He didn't seem to want to win by playing it safe, nor did he want to seize the initiative, nor did he have any intention of fighting a round-robin battle.

"Zhang Zhiguang, what do you want to do?"

After three consecutive battles, Zhao Zhijing became alert for the first time because he really couldn't figure out what kind of aircraft the opponent was going to use.

Zhang Zhiguang's swordsmanship was mixed with palm techniques, but he did not use the Quanzhen sect's superior swordsmanship, the Yi Qi Hua San Qing, nor did he use the exquisite and sharp palm techniques, the Ru Shuang Po Bing Palm.

Instead, he did not show any anger, and only used mild moves such as "slanting wind and drizzle", "sparse stars and pale moon", and "colorful boat and light clouds" which did not seek to hurt the enemy.

Is he in love with me?
Zhao Zhijing felt a chill and used his sword to force Zhang Zhiguang back, dispersing the continuous sword light that looked like a cluster of flowers.

"Brother Zhao, great swordsmanship!"

When Zhang Zhiguang saw Zhao Zhijing return the favor, he praised him sincerely.

Then he passed the sword to his left hand and attacked with one palm without using internal force. It was more like a courtesy like sweeping the dust for a guest who had come from afar rather than an attack.

Zhao Zhijing seemed to have found some clues, and he casually waved his hand and slapped out, and as expected, he immediately received another praise from Zhang Zhiguang.

"Brother Zhao, this palm strike is very clever!"

OK OK.

After roughly determining the other party's intentions, Zhao Zhijing had to admit that Zhang Zhiguang was truly a talented person.

Not long ago, he was trying to stir up trouble in front of Hao Datong. Now, seeing that Yang Guo took first place among the fourth-generation disciples, Zhao Zhijing was taking a step ahead in the competition among the third-generation disciples.

He decisively started to be rude at first but then became respectful, and started to play the game of flattery to death.

(End of this chapter)