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

Chapter 53 is done, let’s call it a day!
Zhao Zhijing felt disgusted, but at the same time, he felt it was difficult to do it.

After all, you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you. Zhang Zhiguang's every move was as humble as a disciple asking for advice from his master. After every three moves made by Zhao Zhijing, he would shout "good".

How can I do this?

"Brother Zhao's swordplay is ingenious. I admire you!"

"Brother Zhao's palm is very unique. I am ashamed to say that I can't compare with him!"

"Brother Zhao's inner strength is so profound that I can't even begin to catch up with him!"

In this way, Zhang Zhiguang was the one who lasted the longest among the people competing.

Because Zhao Zhijing's wins in the first three games were so incredible, Zhang Zhiguang kept flattering him and no one else thought there was anything wrong.

Perhaps Zhao Zhijing's martial arts were so profound that Zhang Zhiguang kept praising him from the bottom of his heart.

After another three moves, Zhang Zhiguang took the initiative to withdraw his sword, took a step back, bowed respectfully and said: "Senior Brother Zhao is very elegant and generous. I have unknowingly asked for a few more moves."

"Please forgive me, Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but think of Shen Zhifan, thinking that there was one more lackey who wanted to help him put on the dragon robe.

Zhang Zhiguang originally had a lot of private interactions with Zhen Zhibing's disciples.

Now that he sees the situation has changed, he is determined to turn enemies into friends. This kind of character of a man who knows the times and is a hero is something that not everyone can have.

It's just that you flattered the wrong person. When I want to kick you, I will definitely kick you with my foot.

"Junior Brother Zhang is truly a rare talent. I must write you a letter of admiration."

The people on the sidelines didn't know whether the two men sympathized with each other or were playing some mysterious tricks; they all looked confused.

"Brother Li, no one else can go on stage except you."

Wang Zhitan gave Li Zhichang a reminder and he took a deep breath. Even though he knew he couldn't win, he still had to go up and go through the motions.

After all, the master and Zhen Zhibing are not here, and Li Zhichang is the backbone of the group. He must maintain the reputation of his own lineage.

"Brother Zhao, you need to take a rest. I am not talented enough, but I still need your advice."

Li Zhichang was the fifth person to go on stage and also the last one. This contest could already determine who would be the first in martial arts among the three generations of disciples.

"It's okay, Junior Brother Li, just go ahead and attack."

Li Zhichang cultivated both internal and external skills and had profound martial arts skills. Among the three generations of disciples, except for Zhao and Zhen, he was the best in martial arts.

He drew his sword, showing some demeanor of a great man. He was neither anxious nor impatient. He started with three moves, indicating that the junior brother was showing his courtesy to the senior brother.

"If the Quanzhen Sect wants to select the third generation chief disciple, Li Zhichang would be the best choice."

Zhao Zhijing had a pretty good impression of Li Zhichang, who he believed was basically the same type of person as his fellow junior fellow apprentice Cui Zhifang.

He is steady and modest, and has certain abilities. He does not show off much in daily life, but he can stand on his own when necessary.

This Li Zhichang is the one who, in the original novel, became the head of the Quanzhen Sect after Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing died one after another.

Zhao Zhijing had no intention of embarrassing him, so he put away his disrespect and sarcasm, and swung out three swords on the spot as a return of greeting.

The two men's swords intersected, and the Quanzhen sword technique and the Yiqihua Sanqing sword technique were used alternately, with no absolute fixed number.

His sword skills were mixed with palm techniques, but they were not as clownish as Zhang Zhiguang's. They were not fighting for their lives, but neither of them gave in.

In the twentieth move, Li Zhichang thrust the long sword in his left hand horizontally, struck forward with his right palm fiercely, and then swept out with his left leg, which was the "three-link" unique skill of Quanzhen School.

Zhao Zhijing leaped on the spot and swung his sword downward to counterattack. Li Zhichang threw the sword in his hand as a hidden weapon and then pushed with both hands, trying to take advantage of the fact that Zhao Zhijing had no place to gain leverage in the air and force him to take it head-on.

In this way, even if your internal strength is not as good as your opponent's, you can always make up for it in terms of moves.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhijing turned over in the air like a wild goose, retreated more than ten feet, and easily avoided the move. "Golden Goose Flying Across the Sky!"

Li Zhichang could see clearly that Zhao Zhijing's quick movements in the air were exactly the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Kung Fu, and his form and spirit were both present, which showed that he had obviously reached the level of perfection.

As long as Zhao Zhijing took advantage of the moment when his sword slipped out of his hand and immediately drew his sword to counterattack after landing, he would definitely lose.

"Brother Zhao is a master in both inner and outer aspects. I am far inferior to him."

Li Zhichang clasped his hands together and saluted respectfully. The two had just fought, demonstrating swordsmanship, fists, internal strength, lightness skills, and even hidden weapons.

Zhao Zhijing still didn't use his full strength, but Li Zhichang had already tried his best. Besides, a competition between fellow disciples was different from a fight in the martial arts world, so this meant he was completely defeated.

Zhao Zhijing sheathed his sword and returned the salute with one hand. Like Yang Guo, he also fought five rounds and finally won the first place among his peers.

When Hao Datong saw the two men decide the winner, he felt that the result was both reasonable and somewhat unexpected.

Zhao Zhijing was the most skilled martial artist among the three generations of disciples. Zhen Zhibing, who was on par with him, was not on the mountain at the moment, so it was not surprising that he took first place again.

Just looking at his ability to handle things with ease and confidence, it's inevitable that people are speculating as to why there isn't even one disciple among the three generations who can figure out his true strengths and weaknesses.

Forget it. Senior Brother Wang and the others should be returning to the mountain soon. I will explain the situation to you then, and then Senior Brother Wang will handle the affairs of his disciples himself.

"All disciples!"

Hao Datong stood up again and announced that Zhao Zhijing became the first among the three-generation disciples in this year's Chongyang Palace competition.

In this way, the best martial arts disciples of the third and fourth generations all became Wang Chuyi's disciples.

Everyone present had been reprimanded by Hao Datong before, so they didn't dare to make irresponsible comments at this moment. They all put on a smile and expressed their respect to Zhao Zhijing.

Cui Zhifang, Shen Zhifan and other fellow disciples of Wang Chuyi were even happier and congratulated him along with their disciples.

Because of the great victory in the end-of-year competition, Zhao Zhijing became the first disciple of the third generation, and the weight of inheriting the position of the head of Quanzhen Sect became even heavier.

There will be more and more disciples who share the same idea as Zhang Zhiguang, wavering between Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing.

"Finish the fight and call it a day."

Zhao Zhijing didn't care what other people thought. After greeting Hao Datong, he casually exchanged a few polite words with the people who came up to congratulate him.

Afterwards, he said that he was tired after five consecutive fierce battles and needed to go back to meditate, and then he led his disciples to flee quickly.

Zhao Zhijing and his disciple Yang Guo won the first prize in one fell swoop, while others were still thinking about how to say some original congratulatory words to appear sincere and curry favor.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhijing politely ordered them to leave, which seemed to mean that he didn't want anyone to disturb him.

But looking at his light steps, he showed no sign of fatigue at all, and no one knew what was in his mind.

"Qingdu, take the two brothers and quickly get the utensils and seasonings, and move to the side hall where we usually practice!"

"Qinghao, take two people to get two pots and the wood and coal for the fire!"

“Qingzhi, you and Yang go to the teacher’s room and take out the prepared ingredients!”

"Qingxing, take the rest of your fellow disciples and spread the word that your master will be conducting an end-of-year examination on you today."

"I don't want anyone to disturb me!"

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