Yin Zhiping understood that if the Taoist priest killed him, even if Quan Zhen’s reputation was ruined, and he would have formed a bond with Guo Jing. He hurriedly stopped Yang Guo: "Master! No! Since this child said this, there must be something else to say, so it’s okay to listen!"

"Yes!" Huo Du echoed, "Master, you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and you have to say your last words, right?"

Ma Yu also went over to support Qiu Chuji: "Junior brother, don't get angry."

After Ma Yu mentioned it, Qiu Chuji realized that he was too angry and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but seeing Yang Guo's arrogant look, he was so cruel that his teeth were itchy.

"What can a child who doesn't know what he can say?"

Fang Xian said coldly: "A worthless child can beat Darba."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned again.

Is this a kid sick? I want to die and be crazy?

Even Darba laughed lovingly: "Little boy, you can't beat me."

Huo Du thought Yang Guo had something to say, and waved his fan and said, "You're talking about it, how do you fight?"

Fang Xian also knew that this was a dangerous move.

But now, entering Quanzhen is a foregone conclusion. If you can't resist Guo Jing, you can only find another way.

They betray themselves young and have weak martial arts skills, so they want to establish their authority so that such Taoist priests can know the depth.

Although I have no time to do it, my understanding of martial arts is still in my mind and cannot be removed.

Of course, understanding cannot be eaten. If there is a fight in the martial arts world, no one cares about your understanding. But at this time, both sides are reasonable and face-to-face, and they both want to use the "rules" to win, which gives Fang Xian the opportunity.

Darba has a profound skill, but he is a fool. As long as he can seduce him, he still has a chance.

Fang Xian stepped forward and deliberately picked the stupid Darba and said to him: "Uncle Darba, you come to challenge him. Should you fight to the death with your life or to compete with the Central Plains martial arts and the Vajra Sect martial arts, which one is sophisticated?"

Darba replied: "Of course I'm better than a clever one. Otherwise, my Mongolian cavalry would step on it."

"Okay." Fang Xian then said, "Martial arts are nothing more than moves and mental methods. It is said that there are sequences and specialties in arts. Uncle Darba, you have been practicing martial arts for nearly twenty years. Zhao Zhijing has only been in Quanzhen for ten years. You have practiced ten years more than him. Isn't this a bit unfair?"

Darba thought about it for a moment: "In this way, I have indeed had ten years of luck than him..."

Zhao Zhijing's urine was healed a little bit, no matter whether this kid died or not. He said something for him. If he still wants to compete in a while, some people will say that if he loses.

"Therefore, everyone's internal strength is divided into depth, and no matter how you compare it, it is difficult to achieve absolute fairness."

Darba thought about it again, then nodded: "Yes, unless there is one person in Quanzhen. He was born on the same day of the same year, month and day of my Darba. He started practicing martial arts on the same day, and his qualifications are the same, which is fairer than that!"

Thinking of this, Darba frowned again: "But there is no such coincidence in the world..."

"We don't need internal strength." Fang Xian was happy, and then seduced him. "Since it will be unfair to use internal strength, we might as well just use the moves. Which side is exquisite, you will know it with just a try! The difference will be divided!"

But Darba shook his head: "There is no eye-catching fists and feet. How can I say that I don't need internal strength?"

Huo felt that something was wrong. Darba won with his brute force. If the fighting moves are exquisite, he would suffer a great loss. He quickly agreed: "Of course, I am weak. You said it was a fighting move. If the hidden arrow hurts people, kill us, and hide this matter, wouldn't I die unjustly!"

"That's easy to say." Fang Xian's big eyes flashed with his big eyes, "I don't have any martial arts skills, a piece of white paper, so I don't have any internal skills at all, just fight me."

"………………………” Huo was stunned. After a long time of trouble, the boy spared a lot, just to play with this trick.

He thought about it and found that fighting with this child would be of no benefit. He would be embarrassed if he won without any force.

"You are not Quanzhen's disciple, step back quickly!" Huo Du had lost interest in this child.

"Isn't this better?" Fang Xian said, "I'm now under Quanzhen's sect, and let the Taoist priest pass on me two moves to fight against Uncle Darba. Which martial arts master is so skillful, you can tell at a try, what's wrong?"

"Just!" Huo Du just yelled and felt that this kid was sick.

Fang Xian knew that it was useless to lure Huo, and he had to cheat Darba.

He said seriously at Darba: "Uncle Darba, do you believe it or not? I only learn one stick of incense, and I can use Quanzhen martial arts to beat you!"

"Oh?!" Darba thought for a while and replied seriously-

"Don't believe it!"

Huo Du felt a chill...

Fang Xian felt happy...

It's worthy of being Darba.

"Wait...Senior Brother..." Huo Du quickly stopped him, "This kid is scaring you, don't pay attention to him."

"But I just don't believe it!" Darba scratched his head and said silly, "Junior brother, tell me that you can fight with the people of Central Plains this time to improve your understanding of martial arts. Isn't we just coming for this? I really don't believe that the martial arts of Central Plains are so powerful!"

"Of course it's not that powerful..." Huo Du continued to persuade, "This kid is just a waste of our time, don't pay attention to him."

"Oh?" Darba asked immediately, "Little boy, are you really frightening me?"

Fang Xian had to fire the arrow on the string. On one side was Darba and on the other side, Quanzhen people had to convince them, and immediately issued a military order.

"I have a profound and profound martial arts in the Central Plains! Even a child like me, learning two moves is enough to deal with you! If I lose, I will hit you head-on and die!"

Seeing that he was so determined, Darba was also determined. He really wanted to learn more.

"Okay!!!" Darba also felt a sense of loyalty. "Little boy, I Darba like you! Fight with you!! If you lose, you don't have to die. Just be my teacher. I don't take advantage. If I lose, I will also be my teacher!"

"Okay!!" Fang Xian was overjoyed. Darba had a trap, and the rest were Guo Jing and Niu Nose. He then turned around and said, "Da priests, he wants to learn how powerful Zhongyuan martial arts are. What do you think?"

The Taoist priests were stunned...

How could it be so evil? Practicing martial arts is a step-by-step thing, and you can't learn it. This child is too much.

But this is already here, and they can't resist their own face.

Besides, this is a child, which cannot represent Quanzhen, nor does it mean Central Plains. Winning is profitable, and losing does not matter.

The chance of victory is too slim after all.

However, in the eyes of Quanzhen Seven Sons and Guo Jing, this is another level.

They had previously suspected that Yang Guo had a heart and an evil spirit, but it seemed like a big mistake. The child was very good at making a move and relied on the child's body to stimulate Darba to such a state. He had already saved his face.

According to his nature, he will naturally not be able to die. I believe he is sure to be sure.

This battle is only profitable and not lost. It is indeed good, just...

Yang Guo is too dangerous.

Qiu Chuji had figured out the clues. At this time, he looked at Yang Guo who was majestic and weak, but he softened his heart and shouted: "No, this Tartar doesn't know the importance of it, and he will take your life if he doesn't have a big move."

Darba immediately stood up and said angrily: "I, Darba, have been walking in the world for more than ten years, and I have a perfect talk! I will not use it without internal strength. If I use it..."

Darba looked around and was very anxious. Then he said, "If I use half of my internal force, I don't need to dodge. Let you chop my Darba! I will frown... I have never eaten meat!!!"

Everyone doesn't understand the last sentence.

Guo Jing has been in Mongolia, and he explained: "When people over there say they have never eaten meat, they are like not a man, but a sheep, and they can be slaughtered by others. Darba's oath is considered heavy."

Several people thought about it again. As soon as Darba said this, his side was invincible.

Fang Xian walked slowly and stared at Guo Jing.

"Uncle Guo, if I lose, I will not be under the Mongolians. I will beg you to kill me with one palm, so as not to suffer."

When Guo Jing heard this, his eyes immediately turned red and all kinds of feelings rushed forward.

"Good kid...good kid...it's uncle who blamed you wrong..." Guo Jing hugged Yang Guo tightly and said seriously, "You are so kind. I'm happy for you...just..."

Fang Xian knew that he felt that he was smart and could not win, so he casually said, "Uncle, although your finger-blinking magical power is powerful, it depends entirely on internal strength. In terms of exquisiteness, it is still a bit worse."

"Oh?" Guo Jing was shocked. He did have this problem. Compared with Huang Yaoshi, it was much worse.

Fang Xian immediately said, "The Quanzhen sword technique used by Master Zhao just now is pure enough, but the power is a little worse. He always thinks about how to restrain and how to escape unstoppable. If the opponent changes his moves, what will happen... he is not determined enough when making moves, and his power will naturally be greatly reduced."

"Not bad!" Guo Jing exclaimed, "I feel it too."

Zhao Zhijing's expression twitched, lowered his head and held his urine, which was criticized by the child.

Seeing this, Yin Zhiping came over with a sword and said, "Yang Guo, you are optimistic."

After saying that, he used the most basic Quanzhen sword technique in this space, and then handed the sword to Yang Guo.

"You try."

Fang Xian took the long sword and smiled. Although he had never learned Quanzhen sword technique, his understanding of swordsmanship was beyond the reach of someone here. He had practiced Dugu Nine Swords and the swordsmanship in the world was not a big deal. It was so simple.

Without saying a word, he swung these two moves in a vain and a long sword passed by, which was not bad at all.

After two moves, he murmured again: "The routine is too straight, why not follow this..."

As he said that, he made two moves with his feelings. Although he did not have the speed and power of Dugu Nine Swords back then, he also incorporated two subtle moves of personal understanding.

A few Taoist priests tasted it, which was indeed good, and it was also a routine.

Everyone looked at each other, which was considered to be an acknowledgement of Yang Guo’s qualifications.

Qiu Chuji stared at Yang Guo for a while and asked, "Boy, have you thought about it? If you lose, Jing'er will not be able to be cruel, I don't care..."

Qiu Chuji understood that at this time, he didn't want to see Yang Guo die, as this was a threat.

"Dieting under the Taoist priest can also be considered a punishment for my father." Fang Xian said calmly.

Qiu Chuji was stunned and looked at Fang Xian's big, seemingly simple and watery eyes, and a sense of righteousness surged up.

"Kang'er! I'll be happy for you in my future!!!" Qiu Chuji waved his arm and shouted, "You retreat, I personally preach this kid's martial arts."

Now, who cares about kowtowing or something?!

Seeing that things had come to this point, Huo Du hurriedly shouted: "Speak clearly, don't delay the time for an incense stick."

"It's okay, junior brother, let him learn more..." Darba said blankly.

"You idiot..."!~!
Chapter completed!