Two Taoist-looking people were standing inside, looking out from time to time.
There is only one main road here that leads to the Quanzhen Sect on the mountain. The two people in the pavilion are Zhao Zhijing and Mu Hong.
Both of them are third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.
Zhao Zhijing is the eldest disciple of Wang Chuyi among the Quanzhen Seven Disciples, and his martial arts ranks high among the Quanzhen Seven Disciples.
It's just that Zhao Zhijing is narrow-minded, despicable and sinister, and usually pretends to be very deep.
"Junior brother Yin should go back to the mountain today. The master asked us to go to Zhike Pavilion to wait for the reception. We haven't seen anyone yet. Could it be that something happened?"
Mu Hong is Ma Yu's apprentice. She is cautious and decent.
The two waited for a long time at the Zhike Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, but there was no sign of Yin Zhiping.
The cautious Mu Hong couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Junior Brother Mu, you can rest assured that Junior Brother Yin has great martial arts skills and is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."
"Who in the world dares not to sell the face of our Quanzhen Sect?"
Zhao Zhijing is right, the Quanzhen Sect is now at its peak, and its limelight has already surpassed that of Shaolin.
Since Wang Chongyang won the first place in the world in swordsmanship at Huashan, the Quanzhen Sect can be said to have become the new martial arts master.
However, the two of them didn't know that their junior brother Yin Zhiping would never come back.
The two waited for a long time in Zhike Pavilion. Finally, Zhao Zhijing couldn't sit still and asked to go back to the mountain to report.
At this time, a person walked up the mountain road.
"Senior Brother Zhao, who do you think that is?"
"Could it be Junior Brother Yin?"
The two took a few steps.
"No, it's a woman!"
Zhao Zhijing shook his head.
The woman who walked up the mountain road was probably in her early twenties.
Wearing a light green silk shirt and holding a stick.
Only when they got closer could Zhao Zhijing and Mu Hong see the woman's appearance clearly.
I saw her tall figure, light body, jade-like skin, and beautiful eyes.
"How could there be such a beautiful and pure woman in the world?!"
Both of them couldn't help but sigh secretly.
The so-called conquering the country and conquering the city is nothing more than that.
"Girl, who are you? The mountain is the center of the Quanzhen Sect. If you have nothing else to do, please come back."
When Mu Hong saw the woman coming this way, she immediately stepped forward to stop her.
"Hmph, what a joke, so what about the Quanzhen Religion?"
"Did you know that a flower picker slipped into the sphere of influence of your Quanzhen Sect?"
The woman responded calmly.
"How dare you, you wild girl? The Quanzhen Sect is a well-known and upright sect, so why are you picking flowers?"
"What you said clearly meant that Sang scolded Huai and deliberately slandered our Quanzhen Sect."
When Zhao Zhijing saw that the woman was indifferent and even uttered lies, he immediately became furious.
"You are such an old-fashioned person, you can't understand people, or what? What I'm saying is that the flower picker sneaked in, not that you are all true teachers."
"Be bold!"
Zhao Zhijing was speechless for a moment. Seeing that the other party made rude remarks again and again, he shouted and immediately unsheathed the long sword on his back.
"Looking at the way you are dressed, you are also a member of the martial arts world. There is no need to talk nonsense. Since you are stubborn, then show the real signs on your fists and feet!"
Zhao Zhijing's long sword made a tearing cry, and the sword flowers were like dragonflies touching water, but the woman lightly used the short stick in her hand to melt them away.
"Hey, I'm not here to fight with you. Let me go into the mountain."
"Who are you?"
Zhao Zhijing was repelled and had to pay attention to the seemingly weak woman in front of him again.
"Listen carefully, my name is Huang Rong, the owner of Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi, is my father, and the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong is my master."
Huang Rong said slowly with an intoxicating smile.
"It turns out it was a misunderstanding, Miss Huang. Since you are a disciple of Island Master Huang and Hong Qigong, please go up the mountain."
Mu Hong hurriedly stepped forward. No matter how famous the Quanzhen Sect was, they did not dare to offend Dong Xie and Bei Bei easily.
"Listen carefully, that flower-picking thief is nicknamed Xiao Zhetian. I chased him all the way to here and there was no trace of him."
"He must have slipped into your Quanzhen sect. This flower-picking thief is not very good at martial arts, but his Qinggong is top-notch."
"In addition to bullying good women, he also likes to steal. Be careful not to let him steal your Quanzhen sect's treasures."
After Huang Rong finished speaking, she didn't care about the expressions on Zhao Zhijing and Mu Hong's faces, and immediately jumped on the road up the mountain.
At the same time, Huang Rong secretly vowed to get rid of this flower-picking thief nicknamed Xiao Zhetian.
Because this evil thief actually offended her.
Huang Rong and Guo Jing were staying at the inn that day and planned to take a night's rest before going to Tiezhang Peak.
Unexpectedly, Huang Rong suddenly smelled a strange smell while sleeping until midnight.
When she woke up, she vaguely noticed a figure running in from the window.
"Hehe, in such a shabby inn, there is such a peerless beauty. My little Zhetian is really blessed today."
The visitor was dressed in black, with his face half-covered. When he saw the fairy-like Huang Rong, he immediately smiled lewdly and rushed forward to hug her.
He was not worried that the other party would resist, because he had been given a drug that incapacitated him in the outside room just now.
As a flower-picking thief, Xiao Zhetian usually lacks these kinds of medicines the most.
Seeing the woman half leaning on the bed, exposing her fragrant shoulders as white as jade, Xiao Zhetian's saliva started to flow.
Hurrying forward, Houhou hurriedly threw himself on the bed.
However, just arrived at the edge of the bed.
What greeted him was a powerful kick.
"Ouch!"
Xiao Zhetian was kicked, "Impossible, how could you..."
He raised his head and found that the woman's clothes were half exposed, and he couldn't help but feel lustful again.
Immediately there was another pounce.
Huang Rong, on her part, originally used her internal strength to support herself after discovering that she had been attacked.
How could she withstand the unnecessary tossing? She had already kicked her with all her strength just now, but unexpectedly she was unable to seriously injure the opponent due to her loss of internal strength!
Now the thief came forward again. Huang Rong was exhausted and managed to resist for a few times.
Her whole body felt cold, her whole body had lost all strength, and she could only let the other party manipulate her.
"Brother Jing..."
Huang Rong struggled to shout a few times, hoping that Guo Jing in the next room could hear her.
"Hey, beautiful lady, stop shouting, come on, smell some more fragrance."
"I guarantee that I will make you feel happy..."
Seeing that Huang Rong had lost her resistance, Xiao Zhetian couldn't wait to take out the medicinal powder again.
After everything was done and it was confirmed that Huang Rong could no longer move, Xiao Zhetian was so excited that he wanted to take off her clothes.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Guo Jing rushed in from outside and immediately hit him on the back with a palm.
Fortunately, Xiao Zhetian went to the house of a member of the Communist Party of China for a burglary and stole a piece of protective armor, thus escaping the disaster.
After waking up, Huang Rong was furious, so she asked Guo Jing to find Hong Qigong first, while she tracked the flower picker all the way to Zhongnan Mountain.
See Huang Rong's back disappear.
Zhao Zhijing was a little reluctant and said to Mu Hong: "Junior Brother Mu, since a flower picker has entered the sphere of influence of our Quanzhen Sect, you should quickly inform Master, Uncle and the others."
"Send people to guard the intersections going down the mountain. Don't let the other party escape. Otherwise, if word spreads, our Quanzhen Sect will lose all face."
Mu Hong nodded and immediately returned to the mountain...
About half an hour later, Jiang Yang jumped off the horse.
"Not far ahead is the Zhongnan Mountain Quanzhen Sect. I have to disguise myself first."
Jiang Yang's purpose of coming here is very simple. First, he is looking for the few Nine Yin Scriptures left by Wang Chongyang of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
The second thing is to meet the Quanzhen Seventh Son for a while and get some bargains.
These seven people are second or third-rate in martial arts, but together they can reach the first-rate or above-average level.
It relies entirely on the Tiangang Beidou Formation and the seven-on-one siege.
So Jiang Yang had already made a plan in his heart. As long as he defeated them one by one, the opponent would be nothing.
