Everyone was shocked. The weapon was knocked away so easily, and they were afraid they would lose.

But he saw Fang Xian's other hand was ready, so he took out the dagger hidden in his arms, and with just waved it, he attacked Darba's face...

Darba was too late to stop him, and his body tilted tightly to avoid him. With this dodge, he was already losing his balance and was about to fall to the ground. He shouted repeatedly: "I'm going to attack!"

As he said that, he swept across the corner.

Fang Xian threw the dagger, but his body was not idle either. He rushed forward suddenly, slashed Dalba's waist with a palm, and shouted, "Step until I hit you first, I will win!"

Darba gritted his teeth and said that the current situation was that Yang Guo slashed his body with a palm, and he would not suffer any injuries. However, this pestle hit Yang Guo's head, he would undoubtedly die.

Darba was fighting for victory or defeat, not for life and death. In desperation, he turned sharply and hit the ground hard, and used the force to bounce to the side to avoid Fang Xian's palm.

In the air, Darba just wanted to twist his body and stop first.

Fang Xian chased after him and rushed forward and wanted to fight again.

Darba just snorted, and he lost his weapons, so he was looking for death.

Yang Guo made a strange move, suddenly jumped up, and he leaned on the ground and raided Darba down the plate.

Darba frowned. In his eyes, this was a big bad move. He crawled on the ground and attacked him, and he didn't think much about it. He instinctively swung it and smashed it hard, just like hitting a fly.

Fang Xian naturally would not die, so he kept his power and rolled toward the side.

Huo could see clearly, and just covered his head and sweared.

Darba never stopped his moves, nor did he hold back. The pestle hit the ground hard, causing his body in the air to shake back a little. Then he adjusted and twisted in the air, his feet fell steadily, and he thought he was very decent at all. Although Fang Xian had a few quick attacks, he didn't suffer any loss.

"Come again!" Darba shouted in a fight.

"Wait!" Fang Xian waved his hand and pointed at Darba's feet.

Darba looked down and said, "Okay, he was just outside the circle."

"This...this..." Darba was embarrassed for a moment, angry and unwilling to accept it, "You are cheating, your moves are not defeated by me!"

Fang Xian said: "Uncle Darba, this is you wrong. I have never planned to hit you. The moves are just to force you out of the circle from beginning to end. In the end, my moves are exquisite."

As he said that, he spread his hands and said, "Look at me, if you don't stand here well, you can't do anything to me if you make a few hundred moves!"

After Darba thought, it was true. Yang Guo forced himself to retreat repeatedly after a few moves. If he just wanted to hit him, he could use other changes.

He didn't know that Fang Xian had no choice but to choose this way. With his little strength, it was impossible to hit Darba. To defeat Darba, he could only rely on Darba himself.

Darba thought about it again and said, "Your moves are indeed exquisite... I can't do anything to you. You won."

After saying that, he didn't think much. He put down his big pestle and knelt on the spot. He kowtowed three times:

"Master! I'll pay homage to you first, but I don't know if my original master will let you go back and ask him."

“……………………”

The audience was stunned. This turn of opportunity was so sudden. It was so simple that I became a disciple.

Fang Xian smiled and said sternly: "Good disciple, Master won't keep you. Go back and discuss with the Dharma King. If he doesn't let you worship two masters, come back and discuss with me."

When Darba heard this, his face was happy, very grateful, and kowtowed again, and said in a naive manner: "Master is really considering the disciple, and he is afraid that it will be difficult for the disciple to explain to the Dharma King when he goes back, so he leaves room for the disciple!"

After sighing, Darba said seriously again: "When I go back, I will tell the Dharma King the exquisiteness of the martial arts in the Central Plains. I believe he will agree that I will worship your master at the same time!"

"Enough..." Huo Du couldn't bear it anymore and went over to help Darba up, "Go away quickly, don't embarrass your brother."

Darba said angrily: "Master's moves are better than me, and I am willing to accept the loss. How can I be embarrassed?"

Huo Du looked at Fang Xian sideways, his eyes slightly, "Yang Guo, dare to fight Xiao Wang again."

"Nephew Huo, he is still young and doesn't have that much physical strength." He said and looked back at Guo Jing.

Guo Jing immediately reacted and suddenly said, "I only use tricks, not internal force, I can use Quanzhen Kung Fu to fight you."

Huo Du gritted his teeth and said, "What a Yang Guo, I've calculated it step by step."

The land was divided into the field, forcing Darba to lose, setting the tone of only fighting moves, allowing Guo Jing to participate in the battle...

Even if Yang Guo loses, Guo Jing can still take over, and there is no restraint on internal skills and mental methods. Yang Guo has even thought about the next move.

After thinking about this, Huo Du just sighed. It was really terrible to say that this Yang Guoren was a little bitchy.

Huo Du helped Darba up and said to everyone: "The Central Plains martial arts world is indeed amazing. It depends on a child to stand up. It is amazing."

Qiu Chuji stepped forward and cursed, "So what about the child? I can win you by just one child, what else do you have to say?"

"Oh?" Huo Du smiled grimly, "Isn't Zhongyuan the most ruling person? This child did not kowtow and became a disciple. Is Quanzhen a teacher?"

Qiu Chuji clenched his fists tightly, leaving a conversation for Huo Du. His heart surged and shouted in desperation:

"The rules are determined by people! Whether Yang Guo kowtows or not is the final say - it's not allowed!!!"

The audience was shocked. Master Qiu really said whatever he thought of...

Huo Du was also stunned, and he never thought that Qiu Chuji could do this.

"Okay! When Xiao Wang goes back and practices hard, let's challenge again!" Huo Du pushed Darba and was about to leave.

Darba turned around and said, "Master, you are waiting for your disciple to come back and explain to you! Then I will pass on the disciple's exquisite Central Plains martial arts."

"Good disciple, I'll wait for you."

"Shut up!" Huo Du hurriedly pushed Darba and ran away with his head in his arms.

Yin Zhiping approached Qiu Chuji and asked softly: "Do you want it..."

Qiu Chuji was so excited that he waved his arms and smiled: "No need, let them go back and let Darba talk about this to the King of Jinlun. I really want to see the King of Dharma expression, hahahaha!"

At this time, Fang Xian finally felt weak and his strength was gone.

Qiu Chuji rushed over and explored his pulse: "It's not a problem, it's just too much..."

As he said that, he turned around and shouted, "Zhi Jing, go and get a few pills."

"Yes..." Zhao Zhijing left in disappointment.

Seeing this, Guo Jing knew that Qiu Chuji had recognized this disciple, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He told Fang Xian a few more words and said goodbye.

After this incident, Yang Guo became famous and admired by Qiu Chuji, and finally established his prestige and no one dared to bully him.

However, Qiu Chuji still asked him to learn from Zhao Zhijing, saying that he wanted to learn martial arts and build his mind first. Yang Guo's qualifications were enough, but his temperament was still a bit evil. He had to start with etiquette and law, and then practice martial arts after understanding the rules, so as not to go through Yang Kang's wrong path.

On this day, Fang Xian came to Zhao Zhijing's room as usual.

Zhao Zhijing disliked him very much. This kid was in too much momentum and wanted to suppress him. In addition, he was angry with Guo Jing and embarrassing him. He could not beat Guo Jing, so he naturally kept the accounts on Yang Guo.

Seeing that he came, Zhao Zhijing did not look up and asked, "Can the Tao Te Ching be memorized?"

"It's done."

Zhao Zhijing snorted, picked a few pages and asked, but Yang Guo answered correctly.

"Yes." Zhao Zhijing took out another classic and handed it over, "This is the "Book of Filial Piety". I will recite it carefully. If I understand it, I will come to me to test it."

Fang Xian took the scriptures, looked grim, and asked politely: "Other disciples can pass on the method of cultivating the body and mind after reading the Tao Te Ching. Why did I recite it to such a level but still not pass it on to me?"

"Well? Are you dissatisfied with Master Qiu's instructions?" Zhao Zhijing smiled, "Master told me to strictly stewards, first cultivate the mind and then practice martial arts. After seeing this, you are still impatient. Go and recite it first and then talk about it later."

Fang Xian was dissatisfied, but he still held back his face and asked, "Then when can I pass on my mind to me?"

"Well..." Zhao Zhijing thought for a while and smiled, "It's time for me to be satisfied."

"Fuck, stinky fool, Baga."

"What did you say?"

"I'll leave if it's okay."

Fang Xian bowed and retreated, but this guy was so cruel that he was itchy. He also blamed Qiu Chuji for being pedantic and ignored him when he handed himself to Zhao Zhijing.

Without the right mental method to practice, no matter how many moves you know, it is useless. In the end, it is just a scheming and cannot fight.

Huang Rong gave a set of Taohua Island's mental methods, but Huang Rong was too cunning and gave the most inferior ones. If she followed that path, most of the people would be ruined at the starting point.

Although the Quanzhen Sect is not worthy, the mental method was created by Wang Chongyang after all. It is of the best, but the talented people are different. Now such Taoist priests are not able to practice as powerful as Wang Chongyang. The kung fu here is late to achieve success.

As he was surreptitious, a fat Taoist priest came over with several people.

This fat Taoist priest is also Zhao Zhijing's great disciple. With his strength, he can be liked by his master. He has learned some good skills and has some prestige among the fourth-generation disciples.

But I didn't expect that Yang Guo came out in the middle, and was deeply appreciated by Qiu Chuji.

In addition to martial arts, Quanzhen Sect also specializes in elixirs. Every year, the elders use merits and demerits to reward elixirs to the younger generations based on their merits and demerits. When they see the sects’ martial arts competitions, Yang Guo will be produced, and they will probably get a lot of benefits.

The fat Taoist priest was dissatisfied, but he had no way to attack. Yang Guo seemed very powerful.

However, recently, Master Zhao Zhijing has made a clear idea. Yang Guo’s kung fu is just a good example and has no strength. It is time to suppress him and let everyone know Yang Guo’s actual level.

The fat Taoist priest took the order of his master, and now it's coming.

"Junior Brother Yang, have you improved your martial arts recently?" Fat asked happily.

Fang Xian was interested in managing harmonious interpersonal relationships and replied with a smile: "No, I am very morally diligent. Senior brother, let's discuss the "Tao Te Ching", you see..."

"Cough..." The fat Taoist priest interrupted him and drew his sword. "I don't know a few moves very well. I have heard that my junior brother is very good at martial arts. Can you ask for advice?"
Chapter completed!