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

Chapter 66 Pick it up! I asked you to pick it up!
"Brother Zhao, I am your junior brother..."

Zhao Zhijing was taller than Zhang Zhiguang. He didn't even listen to what he said and just looked down at him.

"I just said it before, if you dare to say one more word, I will make you fly!"

"Including what you said before, how many words did you say in total?"

Zhang Zhiguang's heart trembled when he saw Zhao Zhijing's fierce eyes. He wanted to explain, but he didn't dare to speak because of what Zhao Zhijing said.

"Don't answer? Then don't blame me for speaking casually!"

From Zhang Zhiguang's series of reactions just now, Zhao Zhijing could already tell that this rumor was closely related to him.

Besides, he was a fickle person, so it was not unfair for him to be beaten so severely.

Zhao Zhijing raised his palm and aimed it directly at his face. Zhang Zhiguang already knew how powerful he was when they fought in a big competition at the end of the year, and he just saw him knock Zhen Zhibing down with just one move.

He did not dare to delay and used both hands to block the attack first, then ran as far as he could and never showed up before Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong came back.

But Zhao Zhijing used a move from Kongming Fist, using the empty to attack the real, and although the palm wind did not seem very fierce at first glance, it was actually soft but tough.

Before his move became useless, Zhao Zhijing changed his palm into a fist and smashed it directly on Zhang Zhiguang's raised arms. Then he used the remaining strength to press down his arms and hit his own mouth.

"what!"

Zhang Zhiguang covered his face with both hands, blood oozing out from between his fingers. His two front teeth and the teeth next to them were knocked out. He was in so much pain that tears and snot were streaming down his face. He looked as miserable as he could be.

"Since you like to spread those rumors so much, I'll just leave some room for your mouth to ventilate."

"You are welcome."

In a very short period of time, Zhao Zhijing first sent Zhen Zhibing flying with a palm strike, then easily subdued Cui Zhifang, and now he was beating Zhang Zhiguang so hard that his face was covered with bruises.

These three people are among the best disciples of the Zhi generation, but in front of Zhao Zhijing they are like green hands who have just entered the sect.

The other three generations of disciples, who were originally eager to try, finally realized that Zhao Zhijing was already quite restrained when they first started fighting.

It's not even as offensive as his words.

"Zhao Zhijing!"

Li Zhichang saw Zhao Zhijing injuring two people with heavy blows, and was extremely angry. He did not care about the hierarchy between senior and junior brothers and directly called out his name.

"Even if there is any grudge between fellow disciples, it doesn't warrant this. Besides, Senior Brother Zhen has only been back for a short time. How could he have offended you?"

Li Zhichang has a kind personality and has always admired his senior brother Zhen Zhibing. He privately thinks that the rumors about Zhao Zhijing this time are too much, but he just can't find the root cause.

After seeing Zhao Zhijing's actions today, Li Zhichang could also guess that it must be Zhang Zhiguang's good deed, because several brothers who joined the sect earlier knew what kind of person Zhang Zhiguang was.

But why did you hurt Senior Brother Zhen?

But Zhao Zhijing ignored his two angry questions. Instead, he pointed at the teeth that Zhang Zhiguang had dropped on the ground and spoke slowly.

"pick it up."

"I told you to pick it up!"

Zhang Zhiguang didn't dare to disobey. He covered his mouth with his hands in pain and carefully bent down to pick up the tooth from the ground.

Because he didn't know what Zhao Zhijing was going to do next, he had to put his tooth in his hand and looked at him in shock and fear.

"When Master Qiu and Master Hao come back, these teeth will be your evidence in court. Then you can use your ability to spread rumors and cause trouble." "I dare not. Junior brother, I dare not!"

Because Zhang Zhiguang's front teeth were knocked out, he could hardly speak clearly, and his whimpering sound was not very clear. The bleeding had not stopped yet, so he looked both pitiful and funny.

Now that the two primary targets, Zhen Zhibing and Zhang Zhiguang, have been solved, Zhao Zhijing can relax and take a look around the hall to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net.

The third-generation disciples who formed the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation had lost their fighting spirit. The timid ones among them had already quietly run out of the Sanqing Temple while Zhao Zhijing's attention was not here.

In addition, today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and many fourth-generation disciples who were doing their practice elsewhere heard the noise and gathered around. By now, the entrance to the Sanqing Hall had been completely blocked.

"Uncle Qiu! You're back!"

"Zhao Zhijing killed someone in the Sanqing Temple!"

Over there, Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong went to see the head brother Ma Yu. After helping him to practice Qigong, Ma Yu gradually recovered.

The two wanted to stay here to look after their senior brother, but Ma Yu thought that one of the Seven True Masters had to be in charge of Chongyang Palace, so he asked Qiu Chuji to go back and only left Hao Datong in the back mountain to accompany him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qiu Chuji arrived at Chongyang Palace, he saw some disciples running towards him in a hurry. He immediately stopped them and asked what happened.

"Uncle Qiu! Zhao Zhijing committed a crime in the Sanqing Temple!"

"what?"

Qiu Chuji thought he had misheard, but as more and more disciples came to deliver the message, he had no choice but to believe it. He was shocked and hurried towards the Sanqing Temple.

By the time Qiu Chuji and his disciples arrived at the Sanqing Temple, the battle on the scene had already come to an end.

After Zhao Zhijing dealt with Zhen Zhibing and Zhang Zhiguang, he went through a round of checking and filling in the gaps, and dealt with all the people who had been secretly noted in the little notebook before. Even Li Zhichang was acupunctured by him like Cui Zhifang.

Looking throughout the Sanqing Hall, apart from the Sanqing statues and Zhao Zhijing, there was no other third-generation disciple standing.

"Zhao Zhijing!"

Qiu Chuji was a man of impatient temper. He was so furious at this scene that he rushed towards Zhao Zhijing without caring about his disciples lying on the ground.

"I know I have made a serious mistake. I will leave it to Uncle Qiu to deal with me!"

In terms of martial arts, Zhao Zhijing is not sure if he can be better than Qiu Chuji now, but there is always a chance for a fight anyway.

However, looking at the Quanzhen Sect and even the entire martial arts world, betraying one's teacher and ancestors is an unforgivable taboo in the martial arts world.

It would be fine to fight with disciples of the same generation, but if they still wanted to fight with Qiu Chuji, they would be making enemies with the entire Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing had just had a good fight and was in a good mood. When he saw Qiu Chuji coming, he slid down to his knees at an extremely fast speed.

As expected, Qiu Chuji was a person who would not tolerate tough situations but would respond to soft words. When he saw Zhao Zhijing asking for forgiveness in a rage, he thought of his contribution in teaching Yang Guo.

After returning to the mountain, his senior brother Ma Yu and junior brother Hao Datong both praised Zhao Zhijing's performance in the past six months.

"Boom!"

Qiu Chuji's palm was still aimed at Zhao Zhijing, but he only used 20% of his strength. Zhao Zhijing took advantage of the momentum and flew backwards. After landing, he did not get up, and just looked like he was letting himself be dealt with.

"Is there anyone who can breathe?"

"What exactly is going on!"

(End of this chapter)