I saw a middle-aged Tibetan monk wearing a red robe, a golden crown, and a thin appearance.

The other was dressed in a light yellow brocade robe, holding a folding fan, dressed as a noble son, about thirty years old, with a ruthless look on his face.

Yang Guo vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, but he didn't mention it for the time being.

Guo Jing looked at the faces of the two of them that did not look like those of the Central Plains, and asked, "I don't know who the two are?" ”

The noble man opened the fan in his hand and said lightly: "Who are you?" ”

Guo Jing was silent for a long time, knowing that it was not appropriate for him to reveal his true identity in front of outsiders, so he said: "Here are the disciples of these teachers!" ”

The noble prince snorted coldly: "I can't see that the Quanzhen Sect still has a character like you. ”

The contempt in his words caused Qiu Chuji's face to turn angry.

Guo Jing vaguely saw the sky-high flames outside the main hall, and asked in a deep voice: "What kind of grudge do the two of you have with the Quanzhen Sect, why do you want to set fire to the temple?" ”

"Hey, I'm talking to your division commander, what are you talking to a junior?"

The noble prince was a little jealous of Guo Jing and did not want to be in opposition to him.

"You guys are so nonsense, it's too arrogant!"

Guo Jing said angrily when he heard this.

The noble prince was also a little unhappy at this moment: "If you think it's wrong, you can come up and ask for advice, if you can take my thirty moves, what if I spare this group of bull-nosed Taoist priests?" ”

"Uncle Guo, they are obviously here to find fault, why should you reason with them again!"

Yang Guo saw that Guo Jing was choked by Huo Du's scoundrels, and immediately spoke out to explain.

After Guo Jing heard this, he also felt that he was talking too much nonsense, and the fire was burning more and more vigorously, and it would not be long before it would burn to Chongyang Palace, so he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Huo Du's left shoulder, the palm of his hand was a little longer, Huo Du's face suddenly changed greatly, and he hurriedly resisted.

I saw a layer of purple qi appear on his face, but it subsided in an instant, as if it was because of his rapid luck to resist, as long as his face appeared three times purple qi, his internal organs had to be seriously injured.

"Ho!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Tibetan monk on the side held a golden pestle and drank to Guo Jing.

Guo Jing immediately changed his grasp to a palm and hit Huo Du's shoulder, then grabbed it with both hands, clamped the opponent's heavy golden pestle, and immediately kicked out, kicking him upside down and rolling on the ground a few times.

Guo Jing's two hands did not have much skill to speak of, and he subdued them purely with a deep internal force far beyond the two of them, in order to deter the other party and make them dare not act rashly.

Huo Du took a few steps back, his left shoulder was in pain, his face changed several times, and he finally held back the unhappiness in his heart and didn't make a move.

"Please ask Your Excellency's name!"

Huo Du asked with a flushed face, his tone was very polite, and he didn't dare to make another mistake.

Guo Jing still refused to reveal his true identity and said: "In the lower district, the cheap name is not enough to worry about, and the Ma Zhenren, Qiu Zhenren, and Wang Zhenren here are all teachers!" ”

Huo Du was skeptical, thinking that he didn't have anything powerful after fighting with those old Daoists for hundreds of moves, and he only relied on the Tiangang Beidou Formation to resist stubbornly, if he fought alone, who was my opponent, how could he have such a powerful disciple.

"Your Excellency's martial arts are amazing, Xiao Ke is extremely admired, ten years later, come and learn again!"

As he spoke, he arched his hand.

Guo Jing said: "Ten years later, I will be waiting here!" ”

Huo Du snorted coldly, and after secretly whispering a few words in the ear of the middle-aged Tibetan monk in Tibetan, the middle-aged Tibetan monk left angrily.

Seeing that the enemy was retreating, Ma Yu and the others were also a little relieved, and then helped the white-haired old man who was lying on the ground upside down, Guo Jing looked intently and saw that it was Hao Datong, the son of Guangning.

But seeing that his face was like gold paper, and his breathing was slight, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Guo Jing stepped forward to untie his robe, and suddenly said in shock: "This is the great mudra kung fu of the Tibetan faction?" ”

Although this palm is non-toxic, in terms of skill, it is still above the spiritual master of the year!

After Guo Jing took his pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hao Datong has practiced the authentic internal strength of Xuanmen for many years, and his internal strength is not shallow, but this big mudra is not poisonous, and his life will be fine.

When even a disciple helped Hao Datong down.

Ma Yu and the others withdrew from subjectivity, and only stopped and watched until they left Chongyang Palace, only to see that the fire gradually spread to subjectivity, and as the palace collapsed, the beams collapsed and turned into ashes, and everything returned to calm.

Seeing this scene, Ma Yu was easy-going by nature and had no worries, just sighed slightly, but Qiu Chuji was short-tempered, old and very old, looking at the raging fire, gritting his teeth and cursing constantly.

Subsequently, everyone came to the front hall to discuss the matter, and through the discussion of Ma Yu and others, Guo Jing also knew the ins and outs.

It turned out that Li Mochou, the Chilian Fairy of the Tomb Sect, deliberately spread rumors on the rivers and lakes in order to seek the Tomb Sect's peerless learning, saying that the little dragon girl of the Tomb Sect was in her prime, and she wanted to recruit a son-in-law on her eighteenth birthday, which deliberately caused people in the rivers and lakes to disturb her.

The Quanzhen Sect has a lot of connections with the ancestors of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and the Ancient Tomb was the retreat place of the founding patriarch back then, so it was naturally not allowed to be disturbed by outsiders.

Who would have thought that this group of Mongols sneaked up the mountain from nowhere, set fire to the temple, and attacked Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others, Hao Datong was seriously injured by a palm, otherwise with their martial arts, how could they be controlled by the other party.

After learning the truth, Guo Jing was also very depressed, and told what happened to him, Ma Yu and the others heard this, the expressions on their faces were different, and the depression in Qiu Chuji's heart had not yet dissipated, and he even took the case and said: "Bastard, call Zhijing in for me!" ”

After a while, I saw the long-bearded Taoist who was presiding over the big array walk in, and he looked at Guo Jing embarrassedly, his expression was extremely unnatural, and he seemed to know what was going on.

Yang Guo secretly glanced at the other party, and secretly said that this person is Zhao Zhijing?

When Qiu Chuji saw Zhao Zhijing coming, he immediately scolded him with his head and face, and then pointed at him and apologized to Guo Jing several times, and then his heart was slightly relieved.

Yang Guo looked at it in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel speechless for a while, thinking that you taught him so much in front of outsiders and didn't save face, no wonder the other party hated you so much, he couldn't help you, but your precious apprentice was going to suffer!

After venting, Qiu Chuji sat back in place.

After Ma Yu learned that his disciple had come to report that the fire had been extinguished, he breathed a sigh of relief and noticed Yang Guo beside Guo Jing.

Ma Yu smiled: "Jing'er, this is your son!" It's no wonder that he has such a clever martial arts at a young age, you teach well! ”

Guo Jing said: "No, this is the widow of my righteous brother Yang Kang!" ”

When Qiu Chuji heard Yang Kang's name, his heart sank, and he took a closer look at Yang Guo, and sure enough, he saw that there was a rare Yang Kang's appearance between his eyebrows.

Thinking that Yang Kang was his only lay disciple, although this was a bad disciple and had a thousand mistakes, whenever he read it, he felt that it was his own improper discipline, which made him go astray and often felt guilty.

Now that I heard that he has descendants alive, my heart is sad and joyful, and I am busy asking about it.