Chapter 186 Didnt you learn your swordsmanship here?
On the school field outside Chongyang Palace.
Yang Guo's arm had been hit by several swords at this time, but they were all superficial wounds without damaging the bones, nor did they affect his performance. As for his opponent, Lu Qingdu, the situation was miserable. His wrists, forearms, and even
Flowers have bloomed on his face, and bright red blood is pouring out tirelessly.
Yang Guo's tied up hair was also broken up. He was already red-eyed and was trying to pester Yang Guo with all his strength. The moves in his hands were even more chaotic, and his fists and kicks were just like those of ordinary street gangsters. He only had a sense of wantlessness.
This made Cui Zhifang and others standing on the field frown secretly, and whispered to Zhao Zhijing next to him: "Brother, tell them to stop, the winner has been decided."
Zhao Zhijing raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this still fighting? Where is the winner?"
In his words, he was completely indifferent to the injuries of his disciples, and was selectively blind to the injuries of the two people on the field. This made Cui Zhifang and others feel a little dissatisfied, but considering that Zhao Zhijing was a senior among the three generations of disciples,
It is inconvenient for everyone to say anything to make people unhappy.
Yang Guo actually had a soft heart on the field. There were several times when he could have killed the fat Taoist priest Lu Qingdu with one sword, but seeing his miserable appearance, Yang Guo still held back his inner impulse.
But Yang Guo's forbearance does not mean that Lu Qingdu also understands. Now he is like a mad dog, clinging to Yang Guo, which makes Yang Guo unable to help but feel in a dilemma.
At this moment, Yang Guo had just shifted his position to avoid Lu Qingdu's lunge. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to hit him hard on the back of the neck.
"No!!" Zhao Zhijing and others immediately shouted loudly after seeing Yang Guo's action.
But it was too late, Yang Guo's palm hit Lu Qingdu firmly on the back of the neck, and the latter rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The back of the neck was already fragile, and Yang Guo's attack was neither gentle nor heavy, so everyone's shouting was understandable, because too much force would really paralyze someone and kill him.
When the third-generation disciple Cheng Yaojia saw this, he immediately stepped in front of Lu Qingdu to check his injuries. Facing the senior brothers who came up to ask, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head and said: "Brothers, don't worry, this child is not here."
It’s nothing serious, I just fainted.”
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If there were lives in the school grounds, everyone would have a certain responsibility. No one would be able to escape the fate of being punished when the masters come back.
As the person involved, Yang Guo was also a little nervous looking at the teachers who were not daring to breathe. Zhao Zhijing gouged out Yang Guo's eyes fiercely, and then walked towards the leader with his sleeves rolled up: "You, you, carry Qingdu back to rest, and then the competition continues.
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The Taoist boy who was selected by Zhao Zhijing naturally obeyed the order, lifted up Lu Qingdu and exited the school grounds. At this time, everyone in the field actually had a certain understanding of Yang Guo's strength. As Zhao Zhijing's disciple, Lu Qingdu's strength was
Although it's not too high, it's definitely not low either. It's incredible that Yang Guo can take him down so easily.
Naturally, everyone who knew their own weight would not take the initiative to go out and get into trouble. Seeing the quiet school grounds, Zhao Zhijing frowned and shouted in a louder voice: "What? Are you being treated like this by Yang Guo?"
Are you scared, junior? Is this all you have?"
After saying this, everyone lowered their heads in embarrassment and did not dare to look at Zhao Zhijing who was standing in the first place. Naturally, Yang Guo also stood in the field with an arrogant expression, waiting for someone to challenge him.
Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang naturally looked happy for Yang Guo after seeing the strength he showed, and of course they felt relieved about him. At this moment, a handsome young Taoist priest looked at Zhao Zhijing with a slight frown.
After walking out of the queue, he first bowed his hand to Zhao Zhijing, and then said: "Master, let me try Junior Brother Yang's skills."
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this young Taoist priest standing out of the queue, and seeing the subtle expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Chengying and others were also a little baffled and even confused. Zhao Zhijing originally didn't want to talk to this disciple.
, but he took the initiative to stand up and refused, but it couldn't be justified. After all, he and Yang Guo were both fourth-generation disciples, and both were disciples of his own sect.
Zhu could only nod helplessly: "Then it's up to you to compete with Yang Guo."
"Thank you, Master." The young Taoist priest praised Zhao Zhijing without showing much respect for Zhao Zhijing's attitude.
This person is Wang An, who has just returned from an outing for training. As the strongest person among the four generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, his appearance has also caused a lot of controversy among everyone, all because his strength has been infinitely close to even direct.
The weakest among the three generations of disciples, he usually ignored Zhao Zhijing's discipline.
Not to mention how much respect he has for Master Zhao Zhijing. Every time he shows up, he will receive more prestige in the Quanzhen Sect. If this continues in the long run, his voice will become louder and louder, and he will also have more reputation in the Quanzhen Sect.
His considerable voice could even threaten Zhao Zhijing's control over his company.
So how could Zhao Zhijing allow him a chance to show his strength? It was to suppress his disciple who suddenly showed his strength. In desperation, the young Taoist priest could only take the initiative to apply to go out to perform outside tasks to accumulate merit, so Yang Guo and others did not
It's normal to have seen him before. No, he just returned to Quanzhen Sect not long ago.
This young Taoist priest was Wang An, who was kidnapped by Dong Zhang. In the process of getting along with Dong Zhang, he accumulated a lot of understanding of Quanzhen swordsmanship, and also gained a lot of experience in Quanzhen's mental method.
His strength has increased by leaps and bounds. Zhao Zhijing was naturally surprised by this, and he was also wary of this disciple who had become stronger inexplicably, because he didn't answer anything he asked, which was too suspicious.
At this time, Wang An had already walked to the opposite side of Yang Guo and said to him with a smile: "Junior brother Yang, I see that your Quanzhen swordsmanship is very unique."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Knowing that this person is also Zhao Zhijing’s apprentice, Yang Guo will naturally not give him a good look. He holds his sword across his chest and says with his nostrils in the sky: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?
Just fight."
"Haha, okay, then let me learn from Junior Brother Yang's clever tricks." Faced with Yang Guo's rather direct tone, Wang An said without any anger at all.
After that, the two of them cupped each other's hands, then drew their long swords and stood facing each other, staring at the young Taoist priest with a relaxed expression opposite him. Yang Guo thought about the expressions everyone saw on him before and guessed that his strength might be quite strong, so
Don't dare to be too dismissive.
He tightened the long sword in his hand and shouted to Wang An across from him: "Be careful."
"Come on." Wang An smiled slightly.
Yang Guo raised his sword and stabbed Wang An several times in a row. His sword moves were steady and precise. Seeing this familiar rhythm, Wang An's eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his long sword and struck at the blade that Yang Guo was stabbing at.
Uh-huh!!!
The harsh sound of grinding teeth sounded, Wang An's long sword was directly touching the blade of Yang Guo, and he quickly moved closer to Yang Guo. The two close swords instantly emitted small sparks.
Facing the aggressive Wang An, Yang Guo stepped back in shock, but Wang An seemed to have guessed his thoughts. When Yang Guo retreated, he advanced, which made Yang Guo's idea of sheathing his sword fall away.
His attack method is a bit more ruthless than that of Lu Yao.
Yang Guo had no choice but to draw the long sword with his right hand, and the straight thrust turned into a horizontal latch to block the straight sword coming from the vertical sword, but the strength in his hand was not as strong as that of Wang An who was opposite him.
Wang An pushed him forward with his long sword and he had already fallen back five or six steps. Before he could regain his footing, Wang An was already approaching with his sword. The sword edge braved the cold light and struck Yang Guo all over his body. Yang Guo hurriedly raised
Sword block.
There was a clanging sound. Yang Guo had enough eyesight but not enough strength. In the end, Wang An knocked the long sword out of his hand. He looked at the opposite Wang An, who always had a relaxed expression, with an unconvinced expression and was speechless.
"Junior Brother Yang, I accept the concession." Wang An smiled slightly and said to Yang Guo, who looked unhappy.
"Humph." Yang Guo shook his head and left.
But as soon as he turned around, Wang An's specious voice whispered from behind Yang Guo: "You didn't learn your swordsmanship in Chongyang Palace..."