Jiang Han looked at his current data panel.
Name: Jiang Han
Age: 22
Strength: Top
Martial Arts: Nine Yin Manual (remaining), Sad Palm, Black Iron Sword Technique
Change life points: 10
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In the past, Yang Guo was able to overwhelm the Quanzhen Sect before he became a master.
Today, with his top strength, he was able to walk sideways in the Chongyang Palace, so there was no problem.
On the way, Jiang Han wanted to try out his new martial arts skills. He picked up Yang Guo and started using Qing Kung Fu. He actually went directly from the mountainside into the forest like a bird, gliding all the way to the foot of the mountain.
This stunning glimpse of Qinggong completely dispelled Yang Guo's doubts.
I am confident in this trip to Quanzhen Religion!
As soon as Jiang Han came down the mountain and came to the small pavilion where Yang Guo had been bullied, he saw Lu Qingdu, who had regained consciousness, like a pug, leading his master Zhao Zhijing and a group of people down the mountain with swords in hand.
"Master, that bastard Yang Guo is not in Chongyang Palace. He must have run away. It's definitely too late to chase him now!"
Lu Qingdu's face was filled with anxiety. He had to catch Yang Guo and then severely punish him corporally in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Zhao Zhijing glanced at Lu Qingdu, rolled his eyes at him, and yelled:
"You good-for-nothing, didn't I tell you to only teach your mind skills but not your martial arts? How could you still be beaten into coma by that kid?"
You must know that Lu Qingdu, a fat guy, has been with him for six or seven years.
He also taught me quite carefully.
Although he has a middle-aged appearance, his strength ranks among the top among his disciples.
Today, he was actually defeated by Yang Guo, who had no strength to restrain a chicken. As a master, he was really in disgrace.
A group of people were like headless flies near the booth.
There are even disciples who are boring into bushes and weeds with their swords, as if there is a poplar hidden in them.
The behavior seems extremely retarded.
Yang Guo naturally also saw the most enviable group of people in the Quanzhen Sect and said:
"Master, this is the group of people who have been teasing me and abusing me all day long in the Quanzhen Sect. The leader with the beard is my master...that thief Zhao Zhijing!"
Jiang Han smiled faintly: "Well, let's start with them."
A rustling sound came from the bushes in the distance, which immediately attracted the attention of all Quanzhen disciples.
When Lu Qingdu saw Yang Guo following Jiang Han in strange clothes, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, I hurt your Taoist master and you still want to run away. Let's see how I deal with you today!"
Lu Qingdu relied on Zhao Zhijing's support and stepped forward with his sword.
With a casual palm, Jiang Han knocked Lu Qingdu off his back, rolling his fat body several times before he stopped.
Zhao Zhijing and other disciples gathered around him one after another.
Zhao Zhijing's face was grim, and he put on a big hat as soon as he came up.
"Your Excellency hurts my disciples of the Quanzhen Sect at will. Doesn't it mean that you don't take our Quanzhen Sect too seriously?"
Jiang Han thought to himself, if you take it seriously, I won't go directly to the mountain gate as soon as I master the martial arts.
Jiang Han still said in a calm tone: "Well, let's take Yang Guo up the mountain and meet Master Quanzhen and a few other real people."
When Zhao Zhijing saw that the other party actually ignored his question, an unknown fire surged in his heart, and he immediately put another hat on his head:
"Your Excellency hurt my Quanzhen disciple and still wants to go up the mountain. Do you have evil intentions?"
After that, he shouted: "Form up!"
The Tiangang Beidou Formation is divided into a large formation and a small formation. With Zhao Zhijing as the formation's eye, his disciples took their positions one after another, forming a seven-star Beidou Formation and heading straight towards Jiang Han.
“For every teacher, there must be a disciple.”
If Zhao Zhijing had to be spared, Jiang Han wouldn't mind killing this guy who acted according to the circumstances and acted against the will with one blow right now when he went up the mountain to terminate the master-disciple relationship with Yang Guo.
Zhao Zhijing casually used the "Great Demon-Suppressing Fist" from the Nine Yin Manual, and struck straight into the formation with unrivaled force.
In the face of absolute strength, the so-called formation is nothing more than an embroidered pillow.
The energy from the fist surged, and the rest of the disciples were blown away by the energy. Zhao Zhijing felt that his entire body was enveloped by the energy from the fist.
This power actually reminded him of the powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms used by the hero Guo Jing when he went up the mountain half a year ago.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
A young man with a handsome face, the punches he used casually were not weaker than those of the long-famous hero Guo Jing!
puff!
Jiang Han stopped as soon as he felt good, and when he rushed in front of Zhao Zhijing, he had already released 80% of his fist strength.
However, the remaining 20% of the punch's strength cannot be blocked by someone like Zhao Zhijing.
He felt a pain in his chest, vomited blood, and almost fainted.
"Lend it to your master!"
Jiang Han held Yang Guo in his left hand and Zhao Zhijing, who was almost unconscious, in his right hand, using Qinggong all the way up the mountain.
Lu Qingdu and a group of his disciples saw their master being carried like a chicken and howled: "Master, the disciples are incompetent!"
Zhao Zhijing vaguely heard the voice, and felt angry and ashamed. Thinking of his status as a third-generation disciple, he was being carried casually towards the Chongyang Palace...
After a while, the disciples in the sect will definitely see this embarrassing thing, and they will suddenly feel a sense of social despair.
Simply, don't do anything else and just pretend to be dead.
Jiang Han's Qinggong is not exquisite, it is all supported by massive internal strength.
The Nine Yin Scriptures he learned were fragments of ancient tombs, which contained the general outline, soul-moving techniques, acupuncture points, acupuncture points, heart healing techniques, Qi-holding techniques, bone-shrinking techniques, snake-shaped shuttles, the Great Demon-Conquering Fist and some Internal skills and mental methods.
Among them, the snake-like shuttle is considered a body skill, not a light skill.
However, the Qing Kung Fu of carrying two people and using internal force to exert force is also quite heroic.
Jiang Han went straight to Chongyang Palace and crossed the mountain gate very quickly.
When the gatekeepers reacted, they could only see Jiang Han's back.
"The master of Dugu Peak, Jiang Han, came to Quanzhen to pay his respects!"
Jiang Han's voice contained profound inner power, which stirred throughout the Chongyang Palace.
The Quanzhen Seventh Son has also been practicing recently. Some time ago, they just solved the problem of Huo Du, the young prince of Meng Yuan, who led people up the mountain to provoke him. Today, he suddenly heard another person claiming to be the "Master of Dugu Peak".
Among them, Qiu Chuji had the most fiery temper. Hearing this stimulation of inner strength, murderous intent appeared in his words.
"Another one who is looking for trouble!"
Liu Chuxuan on the side looked sideways and said to Qiu Chuji: "Dugu Peak... this seems to be a mountain on Zhongnan Mountain. Could it be that the casual cultivators on the mountain come to worship the mountain?"
The remaining people turned their attention to Ma Yu, and Ma Yu said slowly: "Since someone comes to pay homage to the mountain, we will be ready to welcome the guests."
Sun Buer stepped forward to help him and said, "Senior brother, you are feeling ill. Why don't you just rest here while we go out to see the situation."
"That's fine."
When the five Quanzhen disciples arrived at the Chongyang Palace, Jiang Han arrived with Yang Guo and Zhao Zhijing.
The two sides had just met. Qiu Chuji saw that his disciple Zhao Zhijing was uncertain about his life or death. He couldn't suppress his anger and asked, "Why do you want to hurt my Quanzhen disciple?"
Sure enough, this was true for three generations of master and apprentice.
It should really be said that Zhao Zhijing and Lu Qingdu got the "true inheritance".
Jiang Han put Zhao Zhijing down casually and said, "Without him, this trip to pay homage to the mountain is just for one thing..."
"You can just expel Yang Guo from the school and remove him from the list of Quanzhen disciples!"
Came for Yang Guo.
The five Quanzhen disciples could not help but frown.
"What if not?" Qiu Chuji said.
Jiang Han shrugged helplessly: "Then I have no choice but to learn your clever tricks and defeat Quan Zhen."
