On the school field outside Chongyang Palace.
Yang Guo's arm had been hit several times by swords at this time, but they were all superficial wounds without damaging the bones, nor did they affect his performance. As for his opponent, Lu Qingdu, the situation was miserable. His wrists, forearms, and even Flowers have bloomed on his face, and bright red blood is pouring out tirelessly.
His tied up hair was also scattered by Yang Guo, and he, who had been completely red-eyed, was trying hard to pester Yang Guo. The moves in his hands were even more chaotic, and his fists and kicks were just like those of ordinary street gangsters, with only a hint of anger. It was just a life-threatening aura, which made Cui Zhifang and others standing on the field frown secretly, and whispered to Zhao Zhijing next to him, "Brother,&bsp&bsptell them to stop,&bsp&bspThe winner has been decided."
Zhao Zhijing raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this still fighting? Where is the winner?"
In his words, he was completely indifferent to the injuries of his disciples, and was selectively blind to the injuries of the two people on the field. This made Cui Zhifang and others feel a little dissatisfied, but considering that Zhao Zhijing was a senior among the three generations of disciples, It was inconvenient for everyone to say anything offensive.
Yang Guo actually had a soft heart on the field. There were several times when he could have killed the fat Taoist priest Lu Qingdu with one sword, but seeing his miserable appearance, Yang Guo still held back his inner impulse.
But Yang Guo's forbearance didn't mean that Lu Qingdu could understand it. Now he was like a mad dog clinging to Yang Guo, which made Yang Guo feel in a dilemma.
At this moment, Yang Guo had just shifted his position to avoid Lu Qingdu's lunge. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to hit him hard on the back of the neck.
"No!!" Zhao Zhijing and others immediately shouted loudly after seeing Yang Guo's action.
But it was too late, Yang Guo's palm hit Lu Qingdu firmly on the back of the neck, and the latter rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The back of the neck is already fragile,&bsp&bspAnd Yang Guo's attack was neither gentle nor heavy,&bsp&bspThe shouting was excusable, because too much force would really paralyze someone and kill him.
When the third generation disciple Cheng Yaojia saw this, he immediately stepped in front of Lu Qingdu to check his injuries. Facing the senior brothers who came up to ask, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head and said, "Brothers, don't worry, this child has no injuries." It’s not serious, I just fainted.”
Hearing this,&bsp&bspEveryone couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If a human life occurs in the school grounds, everyone has a certain responsibility. No one can escape the fate of being punished when the masters come back.
As the person involved, Yang Guo was also a little nervous looking at the teachers who were not daring to breathe. Zhao Zhijing gouged out Yang Guo's eyes fiercely, then fluttered his sleeves and walked to the first place: "You, you, carry Qingdu back to rest, and then the competition continues!" "
The Taoist boy who was selected by Zhao Zhijing naturally obeyed the order, lifted up Lu Qingdu and exited the school field. At this time, everyone in the field actually had a certain understanding of Yang Guo's strength. As Zhao Zhijing's disciple, Lu Qingdu's strength was Although it's not too high, it's definitely not low either. It's incredible that Yang Guo can take him down so easily.
Naturally, everyone who knew their own weight would not take the initiative to go out and get into trouble. Seeing the quiet school grounds, Zhao Zhijing frowned and shouted in a louder voice, "What? You're all being ignored by this junior Yang Guo." Scared? Is this all you have?"
After saying this, everyone lowered their heads in embarrassment and did not dare to look at Zhao Zhijing, who was standing at the top. Naturally, Yang Guo stood in the field with an arrogant expression, waiting for someone to challenge him.
Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang naturally looked happy for Yang Guo after seeing the strength he showed, and of course they felt relieved about him. At this moment, a handsome young Taoist priest frowned slightly at Zhao Zhijing. He walked out of the queue,&bsp&bspHe first bowed his hand to Zhao Zhijing, and then said, "Master, let me try Junior Brother Yang's skills."
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this young Taoist priest standing out of the queue, and seeing the subtle expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Chengying and others were also a little confused and even confused. Zhao Zhijing originally didn't want to talk to this disciple. , but he took the initiative to stand up and couldn't justify his refusal. After all, he and Yang Guo were both fourth-generation disciples, and both were disciples of his own sect.
Zhu could only nod helplessly, "Then it's up to you to compete with Yang Guo."
"Thank you, Master." The young Taoist priest praised Zhao Zhijing without much respect for Zhao Zhijing's attitude.
This person is Wang An, who has just returned from an outing for training. As the strongest person among the four generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, his appearance has also caused a lot of controversy among everyone, all because his strength has been infinitely close to even direct. The weakest among the three generations of disciples, he usually ignored Zhao Zhijing's discipline.
Not to mention how much respect he has for Master Zhao Zhijing. Every time he shows up, he will receive more prestige in the Quanzhen Sect. If this continues in the long run, his voice will become louder and louder, and he will also have more reputation in the Quanzhen Sect. The considerable voice could even threaten Zhao Zhijing's control over his company.
So how could Zhao Zhijing allow him a chance to show his strength? It was to suppress his disciple who suddenly showed his strength. In desperation, the young Taoist priest could only take the initiative to apply to go out to perform outside tasks to accumulate merit, so Yang Guo and others did not It's normal to have seen him before. No, he just returned to Quanzhen Sect not long ago.
And this young Taoist priest was Wang An, who was kidnapped by Dong Zhang. In the process of getting along with Dong Zhang, he accumulated a lot of understanding of Quanzhen swordsmanship, and also gained a lot of experience in Quanzhen heart method. His strength has increased by leaps and bounds. Zhao Zhijing was naturally surprised by this, and he was also wary of this disciple who had become stronger inexplicably, because he didn't answer anything he asked, which was too suspicious.
At this time, Wang An had already walked to the opposite side of Yang Guo and said to him with a smile, "Junior brother Yang, I see that your Quanzhen swordsmanship is very unique."
Knowing that this man was also Zhao Zhijing's disciple, Yang Guo naturally wouldn't give him a good look. He held his sword across his chest and pointed his nostrils in the sky and said, "There's so much nonsense. If you want to fight, hit him."
"Haha, okay, then let me learn from Junior Brother Yang's clever tricks." Wang An said without any anger in the face of Yang Guo's rather direct tone.
After that, the two of them cupped each other's hands, then drew out their long swords and stood facing each other, staring at the young Taoist priest with a relaxed expression opposite him. Yang Guo thought about the expressions everyone saw on him before and guessed that his strength might be quite strong, so Don't dare to be too dismissive.
He tightened the long sword in his hand and shouted to Wang An across from him, "Be careful."
"Come on." Wang An smiled slightly.
Yang Guo raised his sword and stabbed at Wang An several times. The sword moves were steady and precise. Seeing this familiar rhythm of attacks, Wang An's eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his long sword and struck at Yang Guo's stabbing blade.
Uh-huh! ! !
There was a harsh grinding sound, Wang An's long sword was directly touching Yang Guo's blade, and he quickly moved closer to Yang Guo. The two close swords instantly emitted sparks.
Facing the aggressive Wang An, Yang Guo stepped back in shock, but Wang An seemed to have guessed his thoughts. When Yang Guo retreated, he stepped forward, making Yang Guo's idea of sheathing his sword fall away. His attack method is a bit more ruthless than that of Lu Yao.
Yang Guo had no choice but to draw the long sword with his right hand, and the straight thrust turned into a horizontal latch to block the straight sword coming from the vertical sword, but the strength in his hand was not as strong as Wang An's on the opposite side.
Wang An pushed him forward with his long sword and he had already fallen back five or six steps. Before he could regain his footing, Wang An was already approaching with his sword, and the sword edge braved the cold light and struck Yang Guo all over his body. Yang Guo hurriedly raised Sword block.
There was a clanking sound. Yang Guo had enough eyesight, but not enough strength. In the end, Wang An knocked the sword out of his hand. He looked at Wang An, who had always been relaxed and relaxed, and was speechless.
"Junior Brother Yang, I accept the concession." Wang An said to Yang Guo, who looked unhappy, with a slight smile.
"Humph." Yang Guo shook his head and left.
But as soon as he turned around, Wang An's specious voice whispered from behind Yang Guo, "You didn't learn your swordsmanship in Chongyang Palace."
