Guo Jing saw that Erdao was obviously a subordinate of Quanzhen, so why he regarded himself as an enemy, he really couldn't guess. The friendship between him and the seven sons of Quanzhen is extraordinary, and he thinks that Yang Guo wants to go to Chongyang Palace to learn art, and he can't offend the Taoist priests in the palace, so he blindly dodges and doesn't fight back.

Erdao was shocked and frightened, knowing that the other party's martial arts were far away from him, and it was difficult to stab, the two made a gesture, and suddenly the swordsmanship changed, brushing and brushing several swords, all stabbing Yang Guo's chest and back, each sword was a ruthless trick that killed people. Guo Jing saw that these swordsmanship that left no room for room were all greeted by a child, and he couldn't help but be angry at this time.

"Two masters and nephews, be merciful!" Two stones flew in the air with the sound of whirring wind, hitting the two Taoists' long swords, and the two long swords deflected and stabbed in the air.

"Two teachers and nephews, why did they do such a heavy hand to a child?" I saw a young man in white flying like an immortal in the clouds, and asked the two Taoists with his fists in his fists.

This white-clothed young man is Luo Fan, he wanted to go to Chongyang from the mountainside hut to support, heard the sound of fighting, so he followed the sound to check, did not think that the two Quanzhen disciples used ruthless swordsmanship to sneak attack a child, and was shocked at the moment, and then picked up two stones from the road, knocking the two long swords into the air.

"Senior Brother Luo!" Seeing that it was Luo Fan, the two Taoists were relieved and hugged their fists, "This thief is strong in martial arts, and my senior brothers are not opponents, so I implore Uncle Luo to help me and others arrest." ”

"Thief?" Luo Fan looked at the cropper in front of him, five big and three coarse, vulgar, and with a child, he didn't look like a thief, and although he knew that Guo Jing was going up the mountain today, but in his impression, Guo Jing was majestic, a generation of heroes, and the cropper in front of him was absolutely incompatible.

However, for the sake of safety, Luo Fan still said to the two middle-aged Taoists, "Two teachers and nephews, how can a thief be like this, running around with a child who doesn't know any martial arts, isn't it uncomfortable, wait for me to ask him first, don't blame the good people." ”

Luo Fan still has some weight in speaking in Quanzhen, plus his kung fu is extremely exquisite, even Wang Chuyi and Ma Yu have boasted many times, not to mention that Luo Fan is also the same generation as the two masters, although the two of them have complaints in their hearts, but they don't dare to talk more, so they said in unison, "That's according to Uncle Luo's words." ”

Guo Jing has not been true for many years, and Luo Fan did not go to visit him in Xiangyang that day, so it is normal for Guo Jing not to recognize Luo Fan, but he is a few new disciples of the master. But seeing that this young man's white clothes were fluttering, although his face tended to be ordinary, he was also very charming under a closer look, coupled with his superb martial arts and decent manners, he spoke out to help each other, and his heart suddenly felt good.

And Xiao Yang Guo on the side also felt that although this person was with the two stinky Taoist priests, he had just come to the rescue, and his words and deeds were completely different from the two Taoist priests, and he secretly said in his heart that this Quanzhen Sect was not all bad people.

At this time, Luo Fan stepped forward and hugged Guo Jing and said, "This brother, there have been a lot of thieves in Zhongnan in the past few days, and it is normal for the two junior brothers to be nervous about Quanzhen's safety, I don't know who the two are, what is the matter with me Zhongnan?"

Guo Jing stepped forward to salute and said, "Guo Jing on Peach Blossom Island, go up the mountain to meet Qiu Zhenren." ”

The thin Taoist priest next to him stepped forward and sneered: "Guo Daxia is famous all over the world, he is the son-in-law of the old Huang of Peach Blossom Island, how can he be as shameless as you?

Guo Jing said in his heart: "What am I ashamed of?" and said with a deep sigh: "It is indeed Guo Jing down there, please introduce Qiu Zhenren to see it." ”

The Taoist priest was still about to say, but Luo Fan stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Senior nephew, I heard that Guo Daxia's mastery of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Palm shocked the world, yes or no, I'll know when I try it." At this time, Luo Fan also had a doubt in his heart, these two turtles are Guo Jing and Yang Guo? If he hadn't known in advance that Guo Jing and Yang Guo had gone up the mountain in the past few days, Luo Fan was only afraid that he would immediately slap the two of them down the mountain, but since he was a crosser, he naturally couldn't let Chongyang Palace make trouble for Guo Jing to fight all the way, so he immediately decided to try him first.

Guo Jing saw that the person in front of him was still young, and although he thought that although he was good at martial arts, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the power of the eighteen palms of the dragon, so he stepped forward and said, "This little brother, my eighteen palms are extremely strong, and ordinary people are difficult to resist, but I am afraid of ......."

Before he finished speaking, the short and fat stepped forward and shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you afraid of? My Uncle Luo's swordsmanship is a true legend, and even the master is praised, you just have to make a move!"

Luo Fan immediately glared at the short and fat Taoist priest, and said in his heart, "Are you more arrogant than me?"

Guo Jing was also very helpless at this time, if he didn't prove his identity today, he was afraid that these people would not let him go, so he arched his hand and said, "Then Guo Mou will be offended." ”

Saying that, the left leg was slightly bent, the right arm was bent inward, the right palm drew a circle, and with a snort, it was pushed outward, and the palm wind carried a low dragon groan, which was the eighteen palms of "Kang Long has regrets".

Luo Fan didn't dare to be careless, he took out the long sword to protect him, and the Qi-breaking style in the Dugu Nine Swords appeared in his mind, at this time, the dragon's groan became stronger and stronger, and Guo Jing's palm hit Luo Fan like a giant dragon.

At this time, Luo Fan seemed to be frightened, standing still, until the palm wind hit his face, Luo Fan, who was standing in front of his palm, suddenly took out his sword and moved forward, just stabbing all the way to his palm from the weakest part of Guo Jing's palm, Guo Jing hurriedly closed his palm, and all the dragons in the sky dissipated into invisibility!

"Good swordsmanship!" Guo Jing praised, but the movements in his hands did not stop, he knew that his move was easily broken by this young man in white, which would make people unconvinced, and he also put away his contempt, and jumped into the air with a move, striking from a height, like a giant dragon probing claws Xiangxia pressing, this is a flying dragon in the sky. This move has no momentum from Fang Cai, but this seemingly ordinary pressure makes Luo Fan feel more pressure than Fang Cai!

Suddenly, Luo Fan's long sword moved, in front of Guo Jing's palm, a stroke, Guo Jing immediately withdrew his hand, his left palm was round, but it hit the spine of Luo Fan's long sword, deflecting it, and then hooked his right hand, as if he wanted to capture Luo Fan.

Luo Fan leaned back, dodging this hook hand, Guo Jing suddenly closed his palms, and then pushed outward, a dragon roared, and the palm wind brought a strong wind to howl, the momentum was very spectacular, this is the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in the power of the shock.

Luo Fan saw that this man was palming one palm after another, like a tide, and the power was extremely great, knowing that his half-hung Dugu Jiujian was afraid that he was not an opponent, so he immediately jumped back with light skills, but he was still wiped by the palm wind, and after landing on the ground, he took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

Seeing this, the two Taoist priests hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up, and asked repeatedly, "How?"

"There are such masters in the whole world, except for Hong Qigong Hong's predecessors, I am afraid that there is only Senior Brother Guo Jing Guo. Saying that, Luo Fan stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Guo, the younger brother is reckless, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Luo Fan has now confirmed Guo Jing's identity, Luo Fan asked himself that among the Condor Heroes, there is no master who he doesn't know, although the person in front of him is a little frustrated, but he can have such a palm, and take the child up the mountain today, I'm afraid there is only Guo Jing.

"Little brother is really a good swordsman! This kind of swordsmanship is unique in the world! I haven't consulted yet......" Guo Jing was also very pleased, just in the middle of the fight, he saw that this young man's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, complicated and simple, clumsy, and the rear of the move came first, attacking the enemy's flaws, I don't know which master taught it.

"Boy Luo Fan, the third disciple of Yuyang Zhenren, I have seen Senior Brother Guo!"

"Oh. Guo Jing suddenly understood, and hurriedly replied, "It turned out to be the junior brother of the gentleman Jianluo, the junior brother is a young and handsome man, chivalrous, Guo has also heard of it, and Guo is clumsy." ”

"Nima, is the gentleman's sword Yue Buqun, it's really a misstep that has become a thousand years of hatred!" Luo Fan roared in his heart, but he still replied politely, "The little brother happened to have something to go back to Chongyang Palace, so let's go with Brother Guo." ”

"Is it really Guo Jing?" the two Taoist priests looked at the cropper in front of them in disbelief.

"If he is really a thief, with his martial arts, why should he wait so long. Luo Fan said in his heart that these two people were really stupid, and they didn't want to say much at the moment, so they took Guo Jing and Yang Guo and walked towards the mountain.

Halfway to the road, I suddenly heard the bell ringing and boring, which was coming out of the Chongyang Palace. The bell rang urgently, like the sound of a police alarm. When Guo Jing looked up, he saw the fire in the backyard of the Taoist Temple, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "It turns out that the Quanzhen Sect really has a big attack today, and we have to hurry up to save it." And Luo Fan knew the plot for a long time, and there should be no danger today, but he didn't want to be left behind, so he also used light skills to keep up.

The two of them unfolded their bodies, and in a moment they had been dozens of zhang away, less than a light of tea, and ran to the front of Chongyang Palace, but they saw the flames spitting, the smoke was filled, and the fire was very intense, but it was also strange to say that there were countless Taoist priests in Chongyang Palace, and none of them came out to fight the fire.

Seeing this, even Luo Fan was secretly frightened, and saw more than ten Taoist temples scattered among the mountains, although the fire in the backyard was large, the main courtyard had not yet been affected, but the main courtyard was shouting and scolding, and the sound of blades intersecting was loud. He kicked his feet and jumped up the high wall, and saw a large square full of people who were fighting with themselves. When he looked at it intently, he saw that forty-nine yellow-robed Daoists had formed seven Beidou formations, fighting against more than 100 enemies. The enemy was tall and short, fat or thin, at a glance, but he saw that these people were of different martial arts factions, dressed differently, or with blades, or with flesh palms, and were fiercely pounced on the seven Beidou formations from all directions. It seems that these people's martial arts are not weak, and the number of people is numerous, and the Quanzhen group has fallen behind. It's just that the enemy is fighting on its own, but the seven Beidou arrays echo each other, guarding tightly, and although the enemy is strong, they can resist it as much as possible.

Guo Jing was about to ask, but he heard the whirring wind in the hall, and there were still people fighting inside. Judging from the fist style, the martial arts of the people fighting in the hall are much higher than those outside. He jumped down from the wall, leaned sideways, east and west, and had passed through the gap between the three Beidou arrays, and Luo Fan followed behind, and the group wanted to fencing to warn, seeing Luo Fan chasing the thief, he was relieved a lot at the moment, and he was at ease to resist the enemy.

The main hall was originally lit with more than ten huge candles, at this time the backyard firelight forced in, has pressed the candle flame to the dark, only to see the hall lined up with seven futons, seven Taoist people sitting cross-legged, the left palm is connected, each out of the right palm, resist the siege of more than ten people around the body.

Luo Fan looked at the seven paths, and saw that three of the seven people were old, four were young, and the old ones were Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, and only one of the young four Yin Zhiping remembered the name, and although the rest were junior disciples in the palace, they couldn't remember their names clearly. The seven people formed a Beidou array according to the Tianshu and even the shaking light, sitting upright. Before the seven people, there was a Taoist who was prostrating himself on the ground, not knowing life or death, but when he saw his white hair, he couldn't see him. Guo Jing saw that Ma Yu and the others were in a critical situation, and the blood in his chest was about to surge, no matter who the enemy was, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Bold thief, dare to come to Chongyang Palace to spread wild?" And Luo Fan also knew that he was not pretending to be forced at this moment, let alone when, he yelled, "Li thief, look for death!" The sword light flashed, and a middle-aged Tibetan monk wearing a red robe and a golden crown on his head was shrouded in a thin middle-aged Tibetan monk, and a noble son wearing a yellow and light-colored brocade robe and holding a folding fan.

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