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

Chapter 64 I will let you fly!
After everything was arranged, Zhao Zhijing did not rush to start, but continued to preside over the prayer ceremony step by step until the sun set.

The place where the head monk Ma Yuqing was practicing was quite far away from Chongyang Palace, so there was no need to worry that Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong would come back so soon.

Just as the third-generation disciples were about to leave the hall, Zhao Zhijing first bowed deeply toward the statue of the Three Pure Ones and sincerely apologized.

Then he turned to face the crowd and shouted, "Wait a minute, fellow apprentices. I have something to say."

Zhao Zhijing had just presided over the prayer meeting. The Taoists thought he had something else to say, so they all stopped and looked over.

"These days, I have heard a lot of rumors about myself and my disciple Yang Guo, so I would like you to help verify them."

Zhao Zhijing wanted to establish his authority, and although he did not shout loudly, he used his internal strength when speaking. Although the Sanqing Hall was spacious, the echo still made everyone's ears buzz.

"It is said that my disciple Yang Guo used the Toad Skill in the fourth generation of disciples' competition, which was an unfair victory."

"The second is that the disciple Guan Man'er whom I brought back from the Changhong Escort Agency in Xianyang City is the illegitimate child who was left at the foot of the mountain in the early years."

As Zhao Zhijing spoke, he scanned everyone's faces with a sharp gaze, wanting to see how they reacted after hearing these words.

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When the Taoists heard Zhao Zhijing suddenly mention these two things, their expressions varied. Some frowned slightly, obviously thinking it was nonsense.

Some of them had wandering eyes and did not dare to meet Zhao Zhijing's gaze.

"Although I entered the sect earlier, I am definitely not as talented as you junior brothers in terms of aptitude."

“So I want to ask, are these things true?”

Zhen Zhibing, Zhang Zhiguang, Li Zhichang and others who were standing at the front heard this and knew that Zhao Zhijing was going to raise an army to hold them accountable. Now that there was no division commander present, they were afraid that no one could control him.

Zhang Zhiguang was the first to step forward and persuade: "Zhao

Zhao Zhijing glanced at him coldly and interrupted him mercilessly: "You dare to say another word."

"I will let you fly!"

"hiss"

Zhang Zhiguang took a deep breath. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's attitude when asking questions just now, he was already feeling guilty. At this time, he was shocked by Zhao Zhijing's aura that he had never shown before, and he dared not speak anymore.

The other Taoists saw that he was so tough and arrogant, and was doing such a disrespectful thing in the Sanqing Temple, and immediately started to make a commotion.

"Brother Zhao, you are not asking questions, you are just trying to find excuses to accuse me, right?"

"If you don't want others to know, then you must not do it yourself. What Senior Brother Zhao just said, except for you, is the only disciple of your sect. Is it true or not, Senior Brother Zhao should ask yourself?"

Some people thought that there were many third-generation disciples present at the moment, and no matter how high Zhao Zhijing's martial arts skills were, he would be no match for four hands if he angered everyone, so they immediately confronted Zhao Zhijing.

"Even if you are my senior brother, you dare to be so rude in the Sanqing Temple. Do you really think that everyone is afraid of you?"

Otherwise, if everyone keeps silent, wouldn't that confirm the accusation of spreading rumors and causing trouble behind people's backs?
Zhao Zhijing memorized the people who shouted the loudest one by one in his mind to see if he could match them with the candidates he had in mind.

"Brother Zhao, I understand your anger, but for such groundless matters, we should wait for my master and Uncle Hao to come back and make the final decision."

Zhen Zhibing, Li Zhichang, Cui Zhifang and others saw that the situation was about to get out of control, so they rushed over to persuade them to stop. If an internal conflict really broke out, it would only be more difficult to resolve.

Although Zhao Zhijing was not as cold and disdainful as he was towards Zhang Zhiguang, when he heard several people mention their teachers and elders, there was still no sign of compromise on his face.

"Heh." "If you can't wake up a person who's pretending to be asleep, then just make sure he never wakes up again!"

Today, the Taoists were holding a prayer ceremony in the Sanqing Temple, so none of them brought weapons.

Zhao Zhijing slowly rolled up his sleeves, turned his back to the Three Pure Ones, and slowly said, "Since no one can solve my doubts, don't blame me for using my fists and feet to get the answer!"

"How dare you, Zhao Zhijing, take action in the Sanqing Palace?"

Zhao Zhijing was too lazy to talk nonsense. Seeing that Zhen Zhibing, Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang in front of him had no intention of taking action, he immediately separated the group and rushed towards the place in the hall where the loudest shouting had been heard.

"you dare!"

"Ouch!"

"Surround them! Surround them!"

"I don't believe that Zhao Zhijing alone can defeat all three generations of our disciples!"

"It's chaos! It's all chaos! Go and ask Master and Master Qiu to come back and take charge of the situation!"

As Zhao Zhijing rushed into the crowd, the entire Sanqing Temple immediately became a mess. There were all kinds of sounds, including scolding, beatings, orders, and provocations. For a moment, the roof was almost blown off.

At first, everyone thought that Zhao Zhijing was deliberately making a gesture to vent his anger accumulated because of the rumors.

Otherwise, if he really took the position of the third generation chief disciple, how could he have the authority in front of the disciples of Quanzhen Sect?

But as time went on, they were surprised to find that Zhao Zhijing deliberately wanted to knock down everyone present at that time.

Zhao Zhijing was unarmed, and the moves he used were not complicated. They were nothing more than the introductory palm techniques of the Quanzhen Sect, occasionally mixed with a few moves of the Frost-Walking and Ice-Breaking Palm, as well as the common grappling techniques and Taizu Changquan in the martial arts world.

It's just that his internal strength is much deeper than anyone else's, and his palm techniques are mixed with the artistic conception of advanced martial arts such as Kongming Fist and Tai Chi. Even if he doesn't intend to cause loss of life and is careful when attacking, no one can withstand three punches and two kicks from him.

In just a blink of an eye, Zhao Zhijing cleared the first chosen battle site, and the Taoist priests who had quarreled the most fiercely just now were now rolling on the ground.

Others who knew what was happening would pretend to fall to the ground after being hit two or three times, so they would receive fewer beatings and would be able to avoid some physical pain.

Those peers who had not faced Zhao Zhijing in the competition finally realized how big the gap in martial arts was between them and Zhao Zhijing.

"Formation! Formation!"

"Let's rush forward together. I don't believe he can defeat us all!"

Those third-generation disciples who had participated in spreading rumors, and some of them were even the main force in spreading rumors, knew that things had developed to this point and there was no way they could end it easily.

He simply formed the Tiangang Beidou formation, hoping to subdue Zhao Zhijing first.

"Brother Zhen, Brother Li, Brother Cui!"

Zhang Zhiguang looked at Zhao Zhijing and saw that wherever he went, he was like a tiger among a flock of sheep. There was no one who could make him slow down.

Thinking about Zhao Zhijing's indifferent attitude towards him just now, he suddenly felt that Zhao Zhijing would definitely not let him go.

The only option now is to let Zhen Zhibing, Li Zhichang and others who have the highest martial arts skills join forces to fight against Zhao Zhijing, perhaps there will be some room for buffer.

"If Senior Brother Zhao continues to fight like this, and someone dies, it will be too late to stop him!"

(End of this chapter)