Hearing what his second brother said, Guo Jing also felt that the young master's moves seemed familiar. After watching a few moves, he suddenly realized: "Quan Zhen Sect?"
"That's right, many of this young master's moves are from Quanzhen's Kung Fu, and they are very similar to Zhen Zhibing's techniques back then." Guo Mo affirmed: "It's just that there are some moves mixed in from time to time, which seem to be more sharp and inaccurate.
Given the simplicity and simplicity of the Quanzhen Sect, this guy should have another master."
After saying this, Guo Mo's heart was not as calm as on the surface. This young master was of course Yang Kang, or he should still be called Wanyan Kang.
In the original work, he learned kung fu from the "Iron Corpse" Mei Chaofeng, but now that the "Black Wind and Two Evils" are intact, how could he still have the opportunity to learn such cruel moves? Could it be another chance?
For a moment, Guo Mo was puzzled.
The young master's kung fu was much higher than that of the woman in red. He just wanted to play a little longer, so he played more rounds with her. The woman in red knew it well, and the middle-aged man watching the fight had also figured out the trick.
At this moment, the woman in red reached out with her left hand and struck the young man in the face. The young man did not dodge, but changed his palm to grab, directly grabbing the woman in red's wrist.
Seeing that the opportunity was not good, the girl in red desperately pulled her palm away from her arms and kicked out to save the situation. The young master didn't force it anymore and actually took advantage of the situation. The girl in red couldn't stand still and fell backwards.
However, the young master grabbed her ankle and took off one of the embroidered shoes of the woman in red, placing it in front of her and smelling it, "Well, it smells good." This caused a burst of laughter from the people around her.
The pretty woman in red blushed with shame and spat: "You are a disciple."
Seeing this, Mu Yi stepped forward, cupped his fists and said, "May I ask your surname?"
"What to do?" the young master asked in confusion.
Mu Yi hurriedly explained: "The young man and his daughter are staying at the Gaosheng Inn on West Street. You may wish to move over. Let's sit down and discuss the next matter in detail."
"Talk in detail? What is there to talk about? It's going to snow, and I have to rush back home." After saying that, he put the embroidered shoe into his arms, turned around and left.
"Sir, wait a minute," Mu Yi shouted hurriedly, "Sir, this is a 'competition to recruit a bride'. Since the master has won the battle and won the daughter, according to the agreement, I will betroth the daughter to the master. Let's come down to discuss the details of the marriage.
How can you just leave?"
"What? Get married? No, no, no, I just watched the 'fighting contest to find a bride'. It was quite fun, so I just came up to play with it. How can it count? I can't marry your daughter." The young master refused with all his strength.
Mu Yi blushed and said, "Since the young master is unwilling, let the marriage be abandoned and you can return the embroidered shoes to my daughter."
"This won't work. She gave it to me voluntarily. I will keep it as a souvenir."
Everyone around laughed again, and most of them accused the young master of frivolous Meng Lang, how could he play with others like this. The young master's followers also said in a sinister manner: "Bah, a stinky gangster wants to
Marry your daughter to our young prince, and you won’t show off your poverty by peeing in the urine.”
"Young prince? No wonder..." When Mu Yi heard that the other party was actually the young prince, he had already given up the idea of marrying him. Seeing that the young master refused to return the embroidered shoes, he immediately became furious and stepped forward to snatch them back.
How could that young man do this? He dodged and kicked the middle-aged man, "I defeated even you, an old man today, so I don't need to be your son-in-law, right?"
When the two of them really fought together, they realized that the middle-aged man's kung fu was not as good as his daughter's. The young master took action against the woman in red with a bit of joking, but he didn't kill the middle-aged man.
Have some mercy.
I saw this young man change his moves, and stretched out his claws, and the tips of his ten fingers were faintly glowing red. The middle-aged man did not dodge, and was caught in his right hand, with several blood marks from his elbow to the back of his hand.
Immediately, blood oozed out, with a hint of black and purple.
"Nine Yin White Bone Claws?" Guo Mo recognized this young master's moves as soon as he saw them. Did he really accept Mei Chaofeng as his disciple? It's just that this "Nine Yin White Bone Claws" is still in its original form.
, but the essence has not yet been obtained. If the "Black Wind Twin Demons" were to perform this, it is estimated that the middle-aged man's entire arm would be useless.
Guo Mo was still thinking about things. He never thought about his elder brother Guo Jing next to him, but he couldn't stand it anymore. Without saying hello, he stood up directly on the horse, tiptoed the horse's back, leaned forward, and casually watched the crowd of people in the air.
Using his shoulders and head, he jumped into the competition circle.
"Wow, there is a flying man." The sharp-eyed onlookers saw it and responded loudly. Guo Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly. This big brother was really "chivalrous and courageous" at heart. He quickly found a place to tie up the two horses.
, divide the crowd into groups and squeeze into the circle.
At this time, Guo Jing had already started fighting with the young master. At first, the young master used the Quanzhen sect's kung fu, but found that he was inexplicably restricted everywhere.
He didn't know that Guo Jing and Guo Mo had carefully considered many moves. Not to mention completely cracking them, most of them had moves to deal with. After playing for more than ten rounds, the young master's moves changed and he used "Nine Yin White Bones"
claw".
At this time, among the group of young masters, several strange-looking people appeared. The first one was a tall monk. To be precise, he should be a Buddhist monk. He was wearing a bright red cassock and a golden monk.
Hat, with a ferocious appearance, standing there taller than anyone else.
The monk said to a thin man next to him: "Master Peng, do you think this young prince can defeat that boy?"
The leader of the Peng village said: "This is not certain. It stands to reason that the young prince is very handsome in kung fu and is considered a good player among the younger generation. If Peng is not mistaken, the young prince should have learned from the Quanzhen sect. I don't know.
Why, the boy opposite was able to restrain the young prince with all his moves, as if he could predict the future."
"That's right," the monk continued, "the moves that the young prince is using now are extremely cruel. He seems to have the demeanor of Master Peng Zhai. It's a pity that he still lacks the firepower and hasn't mastered it yet."
"Haha, Master Lingzhi, don't give Peng a pat on his face. If Peng is not mistaken, what the young prince is using now is actually the 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw' that is frightening in the world. This is too much.
It’s unbelievable, when did the ‘Black Wind Shuangsha’ accept the young prince as his disciple?”
"Okay, you two, don't talk about it anymore. Someone go over and send that kid away, so that the young prince will not be careful and get injured, which will cause trouble." A person next to him spoke. He was of medium build and white.
His hair is as silver, his complexion is smooth, he looks like a child with white hair, and he is full of energy. He wears a Gebu robe, but his appearance is neither Taoist nor vulgar.
At this time, snowflakes suddenly started to fall in the sky.