On the school field outside Chongyang Palace.

Yang Guo had already been hit by several swords on his arm at this time, but they were all skin injuries that did not hurt the bones, and did not affect his performance, and Lu Qingdu, as an opponent, was miserable, his wrists, forearms, and even his face had bloomed, and the red blood was tirelessly bubbling out.

The coiled hair was also scattered by Yang Guo, &bsp&bsp, who had been completely red-eyed, he was desperately entangled with Yang Guo, and the moves in his hands were even more disorderly, and the style of fists and feet was also like the ordinary street gangsters, only revealing a lifeless momentum, which made Cui Zhifang and others standing on the field couldn't help frowning secretly, and whispered to Zhao Zhijing on the side, "Senior brother, &bsp&bsp tell them to stop, &bsp&bsp has already decided the winner." ”

Zhao Zhijing raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this still fighting?" Where is the winner and loser? ”

In his words, he completely ignored the injuries of his disciples, and he was also selectively blind to the injuries of the two people in the field, which made Cui Zhifang and the others feel a little dissatisfied in their hearts, but Zhao Zhijing was relatively senior among the three generations of disciples, and it was inconvenient for everyone to say anything to make people unhappy.

Yang Guo on the field was actually still soft-hearted, and there were a few times when he could have finished off the fat Taoist Lu Qingdu with one sword, but looking at his miserable appearance, Yang Guo still resisted the impulse in his heart.

But Yang Guo's forbearance does not mean that Lu Qingdu can understand, now he is like a mad dog pestering Yang Guo desperately, which makes Yang Guo can't help but be in a dilemma, and he is not too heavy to be annoyed and panicked.

At this time, Yang Guo just staggered his position to avoid Lu Qingdu's forward pounce, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and hit him violently on the back of the neck.

"No!!" Seeing Yang Guo's action, Zhao Zhijing and the others immediately shouted loudly.

But it was too late, and I saw Yang Guo's palm hit the back of Lu Qingdu's neck firmly, and the latter rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground.

The back of the neck is already fragile, &bsp&bsp and Yang Guo's shot is not light or heavy, &bsp&bsp everyone's shouting is understandable, because too much force will really paralyze people to death.

Seeing this, Cheng Yaojia, a disciple of the third generation, immediately dodged and came to Lu Qingdu's body to probe his injuries, and faced the senior brothers who came forward to ask, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said, "Senior brothers, don't worry, this son is fine, he just fainted." ”

Hearing this, &bsp&bsp everyone couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, if there is a life in the school field, everyone has a certain responsibility, and no one can escape the fate of punishment when the masters come back.

And Yang Guo, as the party concerned, was also a little nervous looking at the teachers and commanders, and he didn't dare to breathe, Zhao Zhijing glanced at Yang Guo fiercely, and then flicked his sleeves and walked to the first place, "You, you, carry Qingdu back to rest, and then, the competition continues!" ”

The Taoist boy who was ordered by Zhao Zhijing naturally obeyed the order and stepped forward to lift Lu Qingdu and withdrew from the school, at this time, everyone in the field actually had a certain understanding of Yang Guo's strength, Lu Qingdu's strength as Zhao Zhijing's big disciple was not too high, but it was definitely not low, Yang Guo was able to take him down so easily.

Seeing the quiet school field at this time, Zhao Zhijing's brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, and his voice also raised a few points and said, "What?" were all scared by Yang Guo's junior? Is that all you can do? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone lowered their heads embarrassedly and did not dare to look at Zhao Zhijing, who was standing in the first place, and Yang Guo naturally stood in the field with an arrogant expression, waiting for someone to challenge.

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang naturally looked happy for him after seeing the strength shown by Yang Guo, &bsp&bsp Of course he was also a lot more relieved, and at this time, a young Taoist priest with a delicate appearance walked out of the queue with Zhao Zhijing frowning slightly, &bsp&bspHe first arched his hand to Zhao Zhijing, and then said, "Master, let me try Senior Brother Yang's skills." ”

Everyone was a little surprised to see this young Taoist priest standing out of the queue, and seeing the subtle expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Chengying and the others were also a little inexplicable, and even a little confused, Zhao Zhijing originally didn't want to deal with this disciple, but he took the initiative to stand up and didn't allow it, but he couldn't say it, after all, he and Yang Guo are both fourth-generation disciples, and they are both disciples of their own disciples.

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, but did not have much respect for Zhao Zhijing's attitude.

This person is Wang An, who has just come back from going out to practice, as the strongest one 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 or even close to the weakest of the three generations of disciples, and he usually ignores Zhao Zhijing's discipline.

Not to mention how much respect he has for his master Zhao Zhijing, every time he shows his face, it means that he will receive more prestige in the Quanzhen Sect, and if this continues, his voice will become higher and higher in the long run, and he will also have a lot of say in the Quanzhen Sect, and even faintly threaten Zhao Zhijing's control of his subordinates.

So how could Zhao Zhijing give him a chance to show his strength, in order to suppress himself everywhere, a disciple who suddenly showed his strong strength, in desperation, this young Taoist priest could only take the initiative to apply to go out to perform tasks outside the door to accumulate merits, so it is normal that Yang Guo and others have not seen it, no, he just returned to the Quanzhen Sect not long ago.

And this young Taoist priest is Wang An, who was taken away by Dongzhang back then, in the process of getting along with Dongzhang, he has accumulated a lot of understanding of the Quanzhen swordsmanship, and also has a great experience of the Quanzhen Zhenfa method, and then his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, in this regard, Zhao Zhijing is naturally surprised, and he is also wary of this inexplicably powerful disciple, because he doesn't answer anything he asks, it's too suspicious.

At this time, Wang An had already walked to the opposite side of Yang Guo head-on, and said to him with a smile: "Senior Brother Yang, I see that your Quanzhen swordsmanship practice is very unique." ”

Knowing that this person was also Zhao Zhijing's apprentice, Yang Guo naturally wouldn't give him a good face, and the long sword hugged his chest and nostrils to the sky and said, "What so much nonsense, if you want to fight, you can fight." ”

"Hehe, that's good, then let me learn the skills of Senior Brother Yang." Facing Yang Guo's rather straightforward tone, Wang An said without any anger.

After that, the two arched their hands to each other, then pulled out their long swords and stood against each other, staring at the young Taoist priest with a relaxed expression on the opposite side, Yang Guo thought about the expressions that everyone saw him before, and guessed that his strength might be quite strong, so he didn't dare to take it too lightly.

tightened the long sword in his hand and shouted with Wang An on the opposite side, "You are careful." ”

"Come on." Wang An smiled slightly.

Yang Guo raised his sword and stabbed Wang An several times, the sword move was calm and accurate, seeing this familiar rhythm of moves, Wang An's eyes were slightly condensed, and he raised the long sword in his hand to the blade of Yang Guo's stab.

Swish!!!

The piercing sound of grinding teeth sounded, and Wang An's long sword was directly against Yang Guo's blade, and his footsteps quickly approached Yang Guo's body, and the two close long swords instantly burst out with a trace of small sparks.

In the face of Wang An, who came aggressively, Yang Guo retreated in shock, but Wang An seemed to guess his thoughts, Yang Guo retreated, and he advanced, so that Yang Guo's idea of wanting to collect the sword fell into vain, and he used a lose-lose attack method, and his moves were a few points more ruthless than that Lu Yao.

Yang Guo had no choice, so he had to pull the long sword with his right hand, and the straight stab turned into a horizontal grid to block the sharp sword that came straight from the vertical long sword, but the strength in his hand was not as good as Wang An's on the opposite side.

Pushed forward by Wang An's long sword, the person had retreated five or six steps, and before he could stand firmly, Wang An had already approached him with a sword, and the cold sword blade went straight to Yang Guozhou's body, and Yang Guo hurriedly raised his sword to block.

The clanging sound sounded, Yang Guo's eyesight was enough, but his strength was not enough, and in the end, he was beaten off the long sword in his hand by Wang An, and looked at Wang An, who was always relaxed on the other side, and was stunned.

"Senior Brother Yang, I have conceded." Wang An smiled slightly and said to Yang Guo, who was not angry.

"Hmph." Yang Guo shook his head and left.

But as soon as he turned around, Wang An's plausible voice came from behind Yang Guo in a whisper, "Your swordsmanship was not learned in Chongyang Palace."