"Yang Guo!!!" Qiu Chuji's face was flushed. How could he not hear that he was scolding himself. He immediately slapped the table and stood up and cursed, "Are you doing it against me if you are deliberately?!"

Fang Xian was not confused at all and replied steadily: "Disciple doesn't dare. Master asked his disciple to build his mind and nature. The disciple respected Master Zhao's intention and recited the scriptures. Now he has memorized the world. The disciple follows Master Qiu's teachings, attaches importance to his mind and nature, and uses scriptures to influence Senior Brother Yuan. What's wrong with it? Master Yang Guo asked Yang Guo to train his mind and nature, and then asked Yang Guo to compete on stage. How dare I ask Master, how can I compare besides this?"

Qiu Chuji became more and more angry when he heard this, but he couldn't find any refutation. He could only shout: "Where did you learn the kung fu you used?"

"There are magical skills in the scriptures. Master Qiu, you don't have enough mind and nature, but you still haven't read it thoroughly..." Fang Xian said calmly, his tone was so regretful, and that was so regretful.

Master Qiu pointed at Yang Guo, unable to speak for a long time, and was extremely angry.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't hold back his face, and stood up and said angrily: "Yang Guo! You have just read the scriptures for a few days and have been so arrogant. Tell me quickly who passed on these kung fu!"

"Master Zhao, you!" Yang Guo wondered, "Master Zhao, you asked me to memorize the scriptures for several months. The more I understand, the deeper I understand. Not only did I improve my mind and body, but my physique has improved. I also have to thank you for asking the master for teachings."

Zhao Zhijing's face was also flushed with a suffocation.

The atmosphere in the venue was stagnant and no one dared to speak more.

Seeing this, Fang Xian turned around and said to Yuan Qingfang, "Senior Brother, are you still fighting?"

Yuan Qingfang didn't say anything, so he naturally wanted to fight, but he didn't know how to fight.

Fang Xian sighed: "Senior brother, you are still not in a good mood. Come on, I will use the Book of Filial Piety to influence you..."

"There is the ultimate virtue in nature to teach the world..."

The audience was silent, and only Yang Guo could recite it calmly again.

No matter what, it is not easy to memorize the scriptures so well.

Yuan Qingfang made up his mind and had to kill the general again.

He used all his skills, not only the real sword and palm techniques, but even the rogues on the street used tricks, but he still couldn't touch Yang Guo. Sometimes Yang Guo seemed to shake lightly without intention, but in fact he was using his internal force to shake him back.

After dozens of rounds, Yuan Qingfang was finally exhausted and was shocked to the ground, pointing at Yang Guo and tremblingly said.

"Evil skills...evil skills..."

Fang Xian just finished memorizing the "Book of Filial Piety". He slowly opened his eyes and said lightly: "Senior Brother, I recite these are all classics for cultivating the mind and nature. What's wrong? You are talking about Master Qiu and Master Zhao. Are you talking about the evil Taoism in the world? Come on, I will recite another song for you to read the classics of Lao Tzu and realize the "Lao Talking"..."

"Enough!!!" Qiu Chuji shouted in a deep voice, "Yuan Qingfang, you go down."

"Yes..." Yuan Qingfang hurriedly said withdrew as if she was amnesty.

Qiu Chuji looked around and the fourth generation disciple who has performed the most so powerfully so far was Lu Qingdu, so he ordered: "Lu Qingdu. Go up and teach him a lesson."

Lu Qingdu was calm and had already urinated under his crotch. A famous teacher became a high disciple, and his ability to hold urine was very good.

He stood in front of Yang Guo with his sword tremblingly: "Yang Guo, you carry it..."

Fang Xian looked at Lu Qingdu for a moment, then shook his head: "Senior Brother Lu, you can't carve your rotten wood. You can no longer be influenced."

As he said that, he leaned on crutches and forced him forward step by step.

"What are you going to do...What are you going to do..." Lu Duqing hurriedly retreated like a ghost.

"A warrior competition." Fang Xian said with a smile.

As he said that, he suddenly raised his crutch and threw it out with ease.

Lu Qingdu had thought of this trick for a long time. He fell on it last time. He was mentally prepared this time and wanted to avoid it.

However, as soon as he had this idea, the crutch was slapped on his face...

"How could it be...so fast..." Lu Qingdu wailed, and the bones on the bridge of his nose were broken in an instant. His blood was quite strong, and his nose bleeding began to spray out.

When he was anxious and confused, Lu Duqing fell down.

The audience was silent again...

Lu Qingdu, who was so loud, was actually knocked unconscious by this kid...

So far, Yang Guo has not shown any half moves and half style martial arts.

Fang Xian jumped over with his lame legs, picked up the crutches and wiped them.

"Yang Guo!!!" Qiu Chuji was already furious, but he cared about his figure and did not go on stage. "Do you know your mistake!"

"Qiu-dao-chang-" Fang Xian slowly tilted his head, pulled Changyin and shouted in a angrily voice, "You asked me to come up and beat me, I don't want to beat me, I listen to you, I only recite the scriptures. You are not satisfied, and you want me to beat me... Now that I'm taking action, you ask me again - do I know my mistake?!"

At this point, he whistled.

"What's wrong with me, Yang Guo!!!"

"I save Quanzhen in danger!!! What's wrong with it!!!"

"I was bullied by these villains and tolerated everywhere. What's wrong with me?!!"

"I don't want to fight, I honestly recite the scriptures. What's wrong with it?!!"

"Disappy disciple, don't be rude!!!" Zhao Zhijing could no longer help but waved his sword and rushed forward. "It's a mistake to confront the elders, it's a mistake to be a great debauchery!!!"

"fxxkyou,sonofbitch." Fang Xian raised his middle finger at him without hesitation.

"What does it mean?!" Zhao Zhijing asked angrily.

"I created the opening sentence of "Laozi Talks" by myself."

Qiu Chuji snorted and shouted: "Zhijing, take it down quickly, don't embarrass him anymore."

When Zhao Zhijing heard this, he knew that his master was really angry this time, and thought he was also guilty of blaming himself for improper education.

He was also furious. He had clearly not passed on half of his mental methods, but why did this kid turn the tables?

He didn't say much, and slashed with a sword.

Fang Xian was not guilty at all, and shouted: "You are a teacher who is disrespectful, support your power, deceive your superiors and hide your subordinates, and suppress your disciples. Zhao Zhijing, do you know your mistake?!"

"Die!" Zhao Zhijing was furious when scolded and stopped refusing, and his sword was full of sharpness.

Fang Xian raised his hand gently and faced the sword with a crutch.

In ordinary people's opinion, this is like a mantis armed mantis chariot, and Yang Guo is crazy.

However, when the weapons attacked each other, there was a crisp sound, Yang Guo did not fall, and Zhao Zhijing did not make any profit.

Both of them took a few steps back...

Zhao Zhijing was secretly shocked. This kid... his internal strength is not inferior to himself and he hides it very deeply.

Fang Xianxin sighed, after all, he still lacked the foundation and had never fought for Zhao Zhijing.

He naturally would not let Zhao Zhijing go. Then he shouted: "I will indulge my disciples in my name to bully me, hurt my legs and feet, and hope that I will make a fool of myself. This is your nature?! As a teacher, do you still have the face to build my nature?"

"Shut up!" Zhao Zhijing was furious and had already used a killer move - the sword technique of the same return, which was sharp. It was a method of death. He knew in his heart that Yang Guo had a crutch instead of a long sword, so he had the courage to use this move.

Fang Xian saw him slashing from side to side, naturally knew this move.

When it comes to swordsmanship, Zhao Zhijing is still far from it.

But when he saw Fang Xian jumped and used his sword technique of congratulations to face Zhao Zhijing.

"Not good!!!" Qiu Chuji was shocked and jumped into the field. He could see clearly that Yang Guo's stick was too fierce than Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing didn't know how to adapt, but Yang Guo was very qualified. The two of them had almost the same fate as the other ones. Zhao Zhijing would definitely suffer a loss when such a pair.

Qiu Chuji couldn't stand it even if the third generation's first seat was humiliated by the junior.

Zhao Zhijing didn't know so much, but he just said that Yang Guo had learned martial arts secretly, and he could only stop trying it out. But he was immersed in swordsmanship for so long, how could he not be able to fight a little devil?

His long sword flashed left and right, blocking two roads, moving forward, and having a strong momentum to return together.

This sword technique is designed to attack but not defend, and fight to the same death.

However, when it comes to attacking but not defending... this sword technique was created by the seven sons of Quanzhen. In terms of its exquisiteness, it is much worse than Dugu Qiubai's idea.

Fang Xian changed his move slightly on the stick, missing Zhao Zhijing's sharpness. Suddenly, with internal force, the crutch took action again, as if he had drawn an arc and whistled out. Fang Xian had used this trick of weapons in a basic way many times, from dealing with Darba to humiliating Lu Qingdu, it was the most superficial one.

But these Quanzhen Taoist people were unrestrained and had seen each other many times, but they still got involved in Taoism.

Zhao Zhijing saw the wind rolling in the crutch. Although his strength was strong, he felt that he was half apart. He could only turn his head and avoid it. He could only make a move. He could die if he died together. He was hit by the stick and could not die. He was chopped by the sword.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing finally used the most essential sword technique of Tonggui in his life at the moment of life and death. He also learned Fang Xian and threw out the long sword in his hand. It was a vague way to learn the true meaning of Tonggui's sword technique.

But the same thing... After all, the Sword Technique of Tonggui was created by Quanzhen Qizi...

One step faster, one hundred steps faster, but it’s not a break.

When Fang Xian took the cane, he was already ready to escape. He also left room for attack. He had thought about Zhao Zhijing's step and was ready. Seeing that Zhao Zhijing's long sword also came out, he only gently put it on the side. The long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand wiped his fur and inserted it on the ground.

Looking at the opposite side, the crutch drew a strange arc out of thin air, and it was indescribable. Zhao Zhijing turned his head and dodged, but this avoided him, but the crutch happened to be in front of him. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or Yang Guo’s design was wonderful.

There was no muffled sound, and the crutch also hit Zhao Zhijing in the face. Like Lu Qingdu, the bridge of the nose was ruined. However, this battle was much heavier than dealing with Lu Qingdu. Zhao Zhijing was confused in an instant, and he couldn't say a word and was unconscious.

Fang Xian was about to scold again, but he heard the wind behind him. Damn, after he had sex with the young, he came to the old, and this hatred would last forever.

The battle he experienced was not as good as Qiu Chuji. He saw the opportunity and rushed to Zhao Zhijing in a hurry. He picked up his crutch, turned around and stood firmly, and looked at Qiu Chuji fiercely.

Qiu Chuji was extremely angry and extremely shocked. Yang Guo's reactions these few times were really the essence of a move. He was completely different from the inexperienced little ghost, but he was like a master's adaptability.

"Why, Master Qiu, have you been on the way?" Fang Xian chuckled and said, "Isn't the fourth generation of disciples competing for martial arts? Why do you do this?"

"Where did you learn kung fu?" Qiu Chuji pointed his sword at Fang Xian, his voice trembling slightly.

"How many times have I said it - in the scriptures!" Fang Xian felt that this old Taoist was as stupid as shit, and he was also out of patience. "Master Qiu, you kept saying that I could build my heart... to build my heart... to quote a sentence from "Laozi Says" - I cast you and scolded you next door?!!" (To be continued...)!~!
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