Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

"You are finished, Beard."

Before Yang Guo could speak, Ma Guangzuo, who had a piece of grass in his mouth at some point, laughed and spoke.

"what……"

Fan Yiweng was still puzzled, and felt a shadow in front of him.

Looking up, it was Yang Guo who had a cold face, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"You...you...when did you come here?"

"The beard is quite long."

Yang Guo didn't answer the question.

"What happened to the beard?"

"What are you doing with such a long beard in front of everyone?
If you want to keep it at home, don't let it be an eyesore. "

Hearing that this was almost a replica, Fan Yiweng didn't know that Yang Guo was mocking him for meddling in his own business.

Immediately, he flew into a rage, and took a heavy iron staff from the disciple in the valley beside him, "You get a weapon, so as not to say that I bully you for being unarmed."

"Weapon? Long beard, are you joking with Yang? Don't talk nonsense, if you want to do it, hurry up."

"You...you are too domineering. If you can take my iron rod with bare hands today, I will kill myself on the spot!"

"Master."

Gongsun Lue's face changed when he heard the words, and he wanted to stop him.

"Those who don't know are innocent, and those who don't know are fearless!"

As soon as Yang Guo finished speaking, he fled towards Fan Yiweng, and the golden flower in his palm flowed.

"How brave!"

Fan Yiweng's face was already flushed from anger, but his beard was too long to tell.

Seeing that Yang Guofang was about to fight him empty-handed, he was even more furious and shot angrily.

The iron rod was carried by two Wu Wu before, and it was extremely heavy.

In addition, Fan Yiweng was born with supernatural power.

Combining the two, the strength has already broken through a thousand catties.

A stick fell, and the fierce wind yelled, but it was quite powerful.

But Yang Guo's expression remained the same, and he went up to him with one empty palm.

bah—

A muffled voice came out, Yang Guo held the iron staff firmly and remained still.

"what!!!"

Fan Yiweng's eyes showed shock, and then he felt humiliated, humiliated and angry, his internal energy flowed rapidly, his arms and sleeves bulged, and he tried his best to pull back the iron rod.

"You have a little strength with a long beard, but unfortunately...the gap between us is too big!"

Yang Guo gave a cold cry, exerted all of his strength, and lifted the iron rod together with Fan Yiweng.

All the people cited praised, "What a divine power."

"Have you taken it yet?"

"Dissatisfied."

Fan Yiweng held on tightly to the iron staff, his face was blushing as if he was about to bleed.

"Then Yang will play a little game with you."

Yang Guo smiled happily, golden light flowed all over his body, his waist and arms exerted strength, and his arms began to circle in circles.

But for a moment.

Fan Yiweng felt stares in his eyes, dizzy, and when Yang Guo stopped, he had already let go of his hand and passed out.

"Look, why do you want to make yourself unhappy? Now you're going to spit out the food you ate yesterday."

Yang Guo shook his head helplessly, and casually inserted the iron staff into the soil covered with tree roots, leaving only an inch or so long.

"Gongsun Zhi! After watching for so long, you still haven't come out. You are really idle!

Could it be that I really want to ask Yang to find you! "

Yang Guo looked into the depths of the dense forest, his tone was cold.

The voice fell.

A figure flickered in the dense forest, but within two or three breaths, it appeared in front of Yang Guo.

This person was wearing a sapphire blue satin robe. Although his face was elegant and handsome, his face was haggard, and there was a gloomy look between his brows. He looked very serious and serious.

"Who are you, and why did you trespass into my Heartless Valley?"

When Yang Guo saw Gongsun Zhi's lightness kung fu just now, his eyes showed a little surprise, but it was replaced by indifference.

"Hand over Li Mochou, and I won't kill you."

"Oh, what a big tone, what kind of person are you, if you tell me to hand over someone, then hand over."

"Gongsun Zhi, let Chi Yue go."

At this time, Jin Chanzi, who had always said that he had no affair with Chi Yue, also walked up.

The breeze in the forest blew up the golden hair on his forehead, revealing that cold and handsome face.

"Who am I? It turns out that you are the defeated general. How come you are looking for death after recovering from your injury?"

"Last time, you took advantage of my son's injury and took advantage of others' danger. If you are really my son, I'm afraid you will fail!"

As Jin Chanzi said, toads blew bursts from his abdomen, which gradually turned into toad whistling.

Jin Chanzi was clad in a golden robe, his eyes glowed with blood, red as if stained with blood, frighteningly tight.

Yang Guo tilted his head, and said calmly, "Jin Chanzi, it's you or me first, or hurry up, let's do it together, save trouble."

Yang Guo never claimed to be an upright person, and beating him was no problem.

Anyway, along the way, Yang Guo was surrounded and beaten many times, but those people were not strong enough, most of them died.

"You don't need to do anything, I will avenge my shame today!"

lonely - widowed -

With a bewildering howl of toads, Jin Chanzi bent his legs slightly and jumped out suddenly.

Gongsun Zhi sneered, and with a wave of his arm, a knife and a sword fell into his hands.

It's not that the gang qi turns into soldiers, but like Yang and Long's general Mo Xiejian, they are all spiritual soldiers.

After seeing this scene, Yang Guo's face was still calm, but the cold star in his eyes was beating, and his thoughts were flowing.

"Later, is this person..."

Xiao Longnv's clothes fluttered and landed beside Yang Guo lightly, she didn't finish her sentence, but Yang Guo already knew about it.

"It should be, but this person's martial arts has reached that stage, we still need to observe it again."

"Yang Shaoxia, Miss Long, what kind of charades are you playing? Just tell me which of the two is better."

Ma Guangzuo and the others also came over, and they all set their eyes on Gongsun Zhi and Gongsun Zhi who were already fighting in chaos.

Hearing this, Yang Guo observed carefully for a while, shook his head and sighed, "Jin Chanzi's martial arts are not weak, but he has suffered from weapons, if he doesn't have any backup, he will probably lose in another thirty rounds."

"Yang Shaoxia's words are serious?" Xiaoxiangzi who had been taciturn all this time suddenly asked.

Yang Guo glanced sideways at him and nodded.

"Yin Kexi, return the money to me, I won't gamble anymore."

"That can't be done, buy it and leave it. This rule is the rule of the Central Plains people. Haven't you heard of it?"

Yang Guo was speechless immediately.

Dare to feel that these few people were just betting there.

The two chatted for a while.

Gongsunzhi has gone through thirty strokes.

Hearing the clear whistle of the moon toad, Jin Chanzi's attacking method changed suddenly.

Just now, he was still responding to all changes with the same attitude, and used his own defense, but now he seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and became violent.

When Yang Guo saw it, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: This golden toad is not burning with energy.

In fact, Yang Guo's guess was almost the same.

These Five Poison Sects are good at using Gu and poison, and all the senior leaders of the Five Poison Sects have natal Gu.

Their martial arts also need to be matched with natal Gu to truly exert their power.

But in this world, everything you do and say has a price.

Jin Chanzi is feeding its natal Gu with its own essence and blood, to borrow its power.

If it is a quick battle, a little blood can still be warmed up.

But if it drags on for a long time, it is estimated that people will be useless.