"Actually, I'm just passing by," Zhao Fan said. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fools don't believe that.

"When I was passing by, I saw a group of Mongolians who had entered the Quanzhen Sect, and I followed up and came to see if I was concerned about the Great Song Dynasty..."

Sure enough, Guo Jing's brows furrowed when he heard the word Mongolia, Mongolia has become stronger and stronger recently, and it is also very covetous of the Central Plains, it seems that they are about to move, I don't know what the Mongols will do? The Quanzhen Sect is a point in Mongolia's southward movement, how can this not make Guo Jing anxious? And the lewd thief that the Quanzhen disciple just said... Could it be the Mongols?

Thinking of this, Guo Jing was even more concerned about his teacher and the Great Song Dynasty, so he couldn't wait to walk in, and Zhao Fan also followed him when he saw this.

The hall of the main hall of the Quanzhen Sect was very lively, and I saw an old Taoist with white hair and a dusty hand fighting with a man wearing Mongolian clothes and holding an iron fan. The two of you come and go, and the fight is inextricable, and there is chaos in the main hall, and some disciples of the Quanzhen Sect dare not approach at all.

The gray-haired old man is Qiu Chuji, one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, and the Mongolian costume is the Mongolian prince Huo Du.

Guo Jing came at the right time, he stepped forward, staggered his body with Qiu Chuji, and slapped Huo Du with one palm. Huo Du was surprised, and hurriedly dodged, not wanting Guo Jing's second palm to blast out, Huo Du couldn't dodge and had to use a fan to block in front of him, but it was also difficult to alleviate the impact, and he was shot away for a while.

A big man hurriedly went up to catch Huo Du, and that person was Huo Du's senior brother - Darba!

Qiu Chuji was overjoyed when he saw Guo Jing coming, and said: "Jing'er, I haven't seen you for many years, and your martial arts have improved a lot!" Immediately, Zhao Fan, who came with him, asked again: "This is..."

Guo Jing said: "Oh, this is my friend, called Zhao Fan!" ”

Qiu Chuji clenched his fists: "Fortunately, I will be lucky." Zhao Fan also followed his example and replied.

At this time, a shrill voice came.

"Who the hell are you, hillbilly?" It was Huo Du who spoke, he pointed at Guo Jing and said.

Darba also scolded and said: "Bastard, where did you come from, there is a kind of newspaper!" ”

"What's the point of my bad name? It's just that all the Dao Masters and I here belong to the name of the Quanzhen Sect. Guo Jing replied.

Huo Du sneered when he heard this: "What kind of hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail?" Okay, then let Xiao Wang lead the way and teach you what you call the Quanzhen Sect martial arts! ”

After that, Huo Du stepped forward with a fan, Guo Jing also stomped under his feet, jumped away, the two of them were staggered, and they were entangled together at once, Guo Jing made the kung fu of the Quanzhen Sect, and the kung fu of the Quanzhen Sect became righteous and calm under Guo Jing's hands, Huo Du was only a small fan and it was difficult to deal with, and he saw that he was down.

Seeing this, Darba wanted to go up to help, but Zhao Fan noticed his abnormal movement, and he still wanted to go up to help? Why don't you let me fight side by side with Guo Jing!

That sounds exciting!

But you have to know where Zhao Fan knows martial arts? His so-called kung fu is all made with 008 and pretending to be a ghost! If you want to fight for strength, how can he beat Darba?

But Zhao Fan's advantage is that he has read Jin Yong's "The Condor Heroes".

Knowing that Darba is a slow-witted person...

Mad's retardation!

Seeing that Darba lifted the vajra and was about to step forward to help, but Zhao Fan's figure appeared in front of Darba's eyes as soon as he moved, and Zhao Fan deliberately activated the position of teleportation and Darba was only a stone's throw away.

Thereupon...

Darba and Zhao Fan stared at each other, and he was so frightened that he took four or five steps back, and the vajra in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The surrounding Taoist priests were all shocked when they saw this, this young man was only in his early twenties, and he had such a powerful light skill? Qiu Chuji's eyelids jumped, it was really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves...

"Who are you?" Darba asked, clenching the vajra pestle.

"I'm your dad!" Zhao Fan crossed his hands on his waist and said.

Hearing this, the Taoist priests around him all smiled.

But Darba looked confused and said, "My father is dead!" ”

Zhao Fan pretended to be angry, stretched out his left hand and knocked on Darba's head, and said, "Why are you dead!" ”

"Eh!" Darba cried out, "My dad is really dead!" Or I buried him myself! ”

"you! Did you curse your dad like that? Zhao Fan knocked on Darba's head again.

"Eh, you're not my dad!" Darba shouted and waved the vajra, and the hundreds of catties of vajra were swung by Darba's tiger, and the wind hit Zhao Fan's cheeks with a clear pain.

A stone's throw away!

But he was dodged by Zhao Fan!

Darba didn't stop, but swung three or four times in a row.

However, without exception, all of them were dodged!

Of course, Zhao Fan took advantage of the time that did not exist, and seeing that Darba stopped in a daze, Zhao Fan got up again and slapped Darba's head.

"Why do you want to kill your father!"

"Eh!" Darba was still confused, but seeing that Zhao Fan had dodged his attack, his body was elegant, like a fool, he vaguely felt that his father's soul was lodged in this body?

So, Darba asked, "But my father doesn't look like this!" ”

"Hey, hey! That's because my soul resides in this body! Zhao Fan replied with his hands on his hips.

The surrounding Taoist priests were all amused by this unruly lie.

However, Darba glared at them angrily and waved his hand: "What a laugh! Don't laugh! "Just kidding! When Zhao Fan said that what he said was in line with what he guessed, he already believed in three points, after all, people with dull brains still have their own standard rulers. At this time, when he saw someone laughing at his father, of course he was angry.

"Good son!" Zhao Fan stroked Darba's head with a smile, in fact, he said that he was a little floating, and he said that he was a turtle son, and the Taoist priests around him covered their mouths and couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, Darba muttered a few words.

Zhao Fan was stunned, what kind of play is this?

"Back to the master, Darba speaks Mongolian, which specifically means why is Dad here?"

No way!

Mongolian!

Okay!

Still have a hand?

Fortunately, Lao Tzu has 008.

"008, turn on the simultaneous translation function!"

"Simultaneous translation has been activated."

Seeing that Zhao Fan didn't reply, Darba wondered, how could his father not speak Mongolian? Thinking that this person was lying to me, he mentioned the vajra as he spoke, but at this time Zhao Fan replied!

"Gurgling, Gurgling!"

Zhao Fan glared at Darba angrily, and spoke a strange Mongolian language out of his mouth.

The Taoist priests were also surprised, this person could still speak Mongolian?

That's thanks to the simultaneous translation feature!

And the translation of this sentence into Dalba's ears became-

"Dad, I can go wherever I like, I want you to take care of it!"

Frightened, Darba immediately knelt on the ground and shouted, "Dad, I was wrong!" ”

Of course, in the eyes of others, it is still the same as always!