Huang Rong is smart and eccentric, and her martial arts cultivation is also extraordinary, she saw that the cultivation of the Golden Wheel Dharma King is extremely high, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary people, so she immediately said: "The Golden Wheel Dharma King, you want to compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance, we have elected the leader of the Hong Lao Gang as the leader of the alliance." If the old gang leader Hong is here, he can compete with you. Now that his old man is gone, there is still our Guo Jing Guo Daxia. He is a disciple of the Hong Lao Gang Leader, and he is also one of the candidates for the Deputy Alliance Leader we have launched. How about the great monk? Do you want to try Guo Daxia's eighteen palms of dragon descending. ”

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stared at Huang Rong and said abruptly: "Huo Du, you go down and learn the martial arts of Hong Qigong's disciples." ”

As soon as his voice fell, Huang Rong smiled, but Huo Du's face changed. He fought with Guo Jing in Chongyang Palace back then, and he was defeated with one move, and at that time he also said that he was a member of the Quanzhen faction, and after a little inquiry, he immediately knew his origin. Senior brother Darba and himself are only equal, even if the two senior brothers are together, most of them will not be able to defeat Hong Qigong's disciple Guo Daxia, let alone him alone. It's just that he never told Jinlun about this, and he was extremely embarrassed at this time.

He whispered: "Master, that Hong Lao'er's apprentice is very good, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the disciple to win, don't fall into the master's prestige." ”

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's face sank, and he snorted, "Can't even other people's disciples fight?" ”

Huo Du's face turned pale, he didn't know what to do for a while, and he was anxious, when a fat man in a Mongolian official uniform approached, put his mouth into his ear and whispered a few words. When Huo Du heard the great joy, he turned around, opened his fan and dialed it a few times, and said loudly: "I have heard that the treasure of the beggar gang is the treasure of the town gang, and there is a set of methods called dog sticks, which is the most beneficial ability of the old gang leader Hong. Xiao Wang is not talented, and he wants to break him with this fan. If it is broken, it seems that Hong Qigong's ability is no more than Erer. ”

"Haha......" Lin Changchang laughed loudly, he glanced at Qigong not far away, and said, "What a prince of this, your skin is too thick." You yourself are not Guo Daxia's opponent, so you have to challenge the Huang gang leader, it's really shameless. By the way, I heard that you fought against Guo Daxia in the Quanzhen Sect. Come, tell us who wins and who loses. ”

There are many people who know about this stubble, but not many people know about it. There are quite a few, and there are indeed quite a few people who were in the Quanzhen Sect at the beginning. But this matter is mostly spread among those people, and the shameful things, no matter those people or the Quanzhen Sect, will not say it. At this time, when Lin Changsheng mentioned it, everyone looked at several Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect curiously.

Hao Datong stood up and said loudly: "Not bad." Back then, Prince Huodu and his senior brother Darba led people to attack Chongyang Palace, but they were repelled by Guo Jing. The two of them are not Guo Daxia's enemies. ”

'You've got a face. Lin Changsheng muttered. The heroes were in an uproar and laughed one by one. Huo Du's face was pale, and King Jinlun's face also changed. Huo Du hurriedly approached him and whispered.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King snorted angrily, and the hall suddenly fell silent again.

"Okay, great monk, don't be scary. If you have the courage, compare with Guo Jing. He is our deputy alliance leader and a disciple of the old gang leader Hong, if you can't even defeat him, don't be ashamed. ”

"Yes, those who have the courage should be compared, otherwise they will get out......"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King turned his head, his eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, and Lin Changsheng stared at him with a smile, not letting in the slightest. He seemed to exhale, and said loudly: "Guo Daxia, the poor monk will ask for advice or two." ”

His voice was not loud or small, but it was quite deafening, and the noisy hall instantly fell silent again.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong glanced at each other, took a step forward, and their momentum immediately changed. He clenched his fists and said, "Master, please!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King looked at him with burning eyes, and with a movement of his feet, his body retreated out of thin air, and he instantly stood on top of the outer clearing. At that time, Guo Jing stood vertically, almost standing on the open ground with his front and back feet, far away.

When the group saw it, they immediately got up, crowded to the door, and watched. In the crowd, Lin Changsheng and Hong Qigong were next to each other, and he said: "Qigong, you will enjoy happiness when you are old, this is all a fight, and you still eat." ”

Hong Qigong glanced at him angrily and said, "With Jing'er here, what's not to worry about." ”

Hearing this, Lin Changsheng laughed. Indeed, with Guo Jing's martial arts today, there is really no need to worry. Qigong and the others are extremely high-level in cultivation, and in the final analysis, they are also old, and they are really a life-and-death contest, and they may not be able to take advantage of Guo Jing at this time. Although this Golden Wheel Dharma King is at stake, if he dies, he will just have a tie with Guo Jing.

"Guo Daxia, let's make a move. The Golden Wheel Dharma King was very self-controlled, and Guo Jing was not annoyed, and immediately said: "I am offended." His left leg was slightly bent, and his right palm drew a circle, which was pushed out flat, which was the "Kanglong has regrets" in the eighteen palms of the dragon. This trick he practiced diligently day and night, when he first learned, it was not trivial, plus more than ten years of hard work, he really went to the realm of perfection, when he first pushed it out, it seemed to be an understatement, but when he encountered resistance, he could add thirteen stamina in an instant, a strong like one, overlapping and overlapping, and it was indestructible, unbreakable. This is the wonderful realm that he realized from the Nine Yin True Scripture, even if Hong Qigong was back then, with this trick alone, he did not have such a refined attainment.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was approached by the force of his palm, his eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately bent his legs and pushed out with his palms. The three palms intersected, and both of them were shocked. Guo Jing's palm strength increased rapidly, one after another, swooping forward like a turbulent wave. The Golden Wheel Dharma King leaned forward and pressed down with both palms, and the majestic power was also extremely amazing.

"Okay! Jing'er's palm is good. Hong Qigong praised.

In the middle of the field, the Golden Wheel Dharma King's left palm suddenly slammed into Guo Jing's wrist, and changed his moves with great speed. Guo Jing suddenly came out, hitting from the bottom of his abdomen, and his strength rose and fell. The Golden Wheel Dharma King immediately stared at him, the essence of light flowed, and the shock of Mu in the palms of the two of them sounded like a thunderbolt out of thin air, and the hearts of the surrounding heroes trembled.

When they looked again, the two of them stepped back in unison and stood there steadily.

"Good palm power. The Golden Wheel Dharma King moved his throat and spit out three words. Guo Jing was just about to speak, but the great monk suddenly pressed up and slashed down with one palm. The eighteen palms of the dragon descending are strong martial arts, Guo Jing will not dodge, and immediately raised his hand and went up. With a snap, the two slapped each other again, and they were separated by touch.

The two of them stood on the ground, no more than two feet apart, their palms flying in front of them, fighting hard again and again, and making a buzzing sound.

The two fought like this, which made the faces of the surrounding heroes change greatly, and they were all excited. Looking at the two of them, although there are very few changes, they are extremely powerful, and each palm seems to have the power of ten thousand jun, hitting ordinary people, one palm is enough to kill. But these two people came and went, and they exchanged more than a dozen palms in an instant, and their faces did not change.

Guo Jing's skill, although unexpected, is not too surprising, but the martial arts displayed by this great monk made everyone shocked, thinking that this monk's martial arts are really unfathomable.

"Qigong, how is it?" Lin Changsheng asked.

Hong Qigong's face was solemn, the things in his hands had already been put down, and a pair of big eyes stared intently at the field. He said: "The great monk's martial arts are not weak, and it is not easy for Jing'er to win." ”

Lin Changsheng nodded. Although his martial arts are not at this level, he can also understand it. What's more, he also knows these two people, so he naturally knows that it is not easy for the two to distinguish the winner.

Guo Jing and the Golden Wheel Dharma King are really good opponents in chess. The more the two of them fought, the more anxious they became, you came and went, the majestic strength, the momentum like a mountain, made the whole yard fall silent, without the slightest sound. Everyone looked at the two people in the field with wide eyes and didn't blink.

Huang Rong was secretly anxious, she was also surprised by the martial arts of this great monk, and she was worried about Guo Jing at this time. It's just that the two of them have excellent martial arts, and Huang Rong has a heart, and she can't interfere. Besides, how could she intervene?

The night was getting deeper, and the firelight around them kept swaying, facing all directions. Guo Jing and King Jinlun have fought more than 300 moves, but the two still have enough strength, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

Looking at the appearance of the two, even if they fight all night, they can't tell the difference.

Most of the people in the hall, except for some who were secretly worried or had ulterior motives, were immersed in the martial arts of the two. Lin Changsheng was no exception, his eyes stared at the criss-crossing two people like a glow, and there was nothing else in his pupils except them.