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

After Yang Guo bid farewell to Xiaolongnu and Grandma Sun, he practiced under the tree until sunrise.

Then he walked in the direction of Chongyang Palace.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and a round of red sun cleared away the clouds and mists.

Yang Guo was walking on the mountain road, but he heard a palpitating ringing sound of a bell coming from Quanzhen Sect Chongyang Palace.

A look of doubt flashed across his eyebrows, and Yang Guo's footsteps also moved two points faster.

As soon as they arrived outside the Chongyang Palace, they heard bursts of shouts of killing soaring into the sky.

When the tip of his nose shrank, he smelled a thick bloody smell.

"Has Huo Dou left the ancient tomb to join the Quanzhen sect? Or someone else?"

With a thought, Yang Guo had already entered the Chongyang Palace.

At this time, it was inside the walled courtyard of Chongyang Palace.

The shadows of people intertwine, the shadows of swords and swords.

The Chongyang Square, which was originally clean and clean, was now full of corpses and blood flowed like rivers.

Yang Guo just came in at this time.

A Mongolian wearing a gray robe and a blue felt hat swung a scimitar and was about to slash at Yang Guo's neck.

Cang Lang Lang ~~

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light flashed.

puff-

The blade sliced ​​across the Mongol's throat, Yang Guo remained calm and his pace remained unchanged.

Blood flowed from the blade to the tip of the sword, and slid onto the gray floor.

Add another touch of blood to the already scarlet square.

[Successful judgment of crime, balance +1]

【Current Balance: 20】

"Yang Guo...Senior brother...Senior brother save me, senior brother save me!!!"

Lu Qingdu was chased and hacked by a Mongolian.

Seeing Yang Guo, she was startled at first, then ran towards Yang Guo crying bitterly.

At this moment, Yang Guo's long sword hangs down slightly, the tip of the sword touches the ground.

Hearing Lu Qingdu's voice, Yang Guo's eyes turned cold.

But they didn't even look at him.

If it wasn't for the fact that there are too many people here, Yang Guo would have pressed Lu Qingdu to the ground and beat him.

Still wanting to save him by himself, what a toad looks in the mirror, embarrassing himself.

Continuing to walk towards the residence, Yang Guo's eyes reflected the slaughter of the two parties.

From time to time, Mongolians blocking the way fell under Yang Guo's sword.

Along the way.

The feet are already full of corpses and blood.

Yang Guo couldn't avoid some incoming enemies whose martial arts were not second-rate.

It made Yang Guo walk a little faster.

It's just a state that didn't last long.

Many disciples of the fourth generation of Quanzhen Sect followed behind Yang Guo.

Killing all the way to the main hall, Yang Guo's pressure doubled.

It can only be said that these people are good at judging the situation.

"The senior brother who is leading in the front is very strong in martial arts, everyone follow closely and don't fall behind."

"Let's go to the Chongyang Palace and rescue the grand uncle!"

"By the way, do you know whose disciple that senior brother is? The martial arts are so amazing."

Several of Zhao Zhijing's apprentices heard the words, but they immediately shouted.

He said that his master taught him well, and Yang Guo himself worked hard to do it.

So and so on, the corners of Yang Guo's mouth twitched, he didn't know what to say.

I just want to smack them in the face with the soles of my shoes.

Ask them if they know what it means to be shameless.

As Yang Guo's sword rose and fell, heads rolled from time to time.

After another hundred steps or so, they came to the outside of the Chongyang Hall with the gate closed.

Just as a group of disciples were waiting for Yang Guo to rush in.

Yang Guo walked towards the long corridor on the right hand side, but he didn't intend to go in.

Seeing Yang Guo suddenly change direction, all the Quanzhen disciples were puzzled.

"Senior brother, won't you lead us to rescue the senior uncle?"

A young and inexperienced disciple stopped at this moment and asked a straightforward question.

Yang Guo paused for a moment, lowered his head, and said as he walked, "I'll go to the back mountain to see the situation."

But those old fritters showed a look of exhaustion, rushed into the hall, and shouted, "Save the master and uncle, save the master and uncle..."

Behave like this.

It's no wonder that the rumors in Wulin say that the Quanzhen Sect is the largest in the world.

But it is a false name, not worthy of the name, and the Taoist priests in it are also good and bad.

Generation is worse than generation.

Inside the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

Headed by Hao Datong, he led a group of disciples of three generations.

Unfolding Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Sword Formation to attack Huo Dou, Da'erba and some heretic masters.

But it was because of improper cooperation that it was difficult to maintain the deadlock.

After a while, Hao Datong's old face was full of purple.

Already flooded with anger, flushed red, sweating profusely, panting.

Previously, he saw that the Quanzhen Sect had nothing to do for many days, so he went to retreat.

But not long.

Huo Dou broke in, and could only hastily fight, he was so embarrassed, and suffered a lot of hidden losses.

And the reason why Huo Dou appeared is now Quanzhen Sect.

Let's start with the fact that he suffered a disadvantage in the Ancient Tomb Sect.

At that time, Huo Dou was ready to go down the mountain.

When he came to the mountainside, he accidentally ran into a disciple of Quanzhen Sect.

After all, it has been widely rumored in the Central Plains martial arts that the Quanzhen Sect is the largest religion in the world, and it is also the leader of the righteous way, the orthodox Taoist sect, and other appalling names.

Huo Dou was naturally in awe.

Otherwise, they would not deliberately avoid the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, and go to the back mountain where there are few people and the road is steep.

Nor would they think of leaving as soon as they saw Quanzhen sect disciples.

Until a Quanzhen sect disciple yelled "The perverted thief will die" and shot at him, and was sent flying by his palm at random.

After seeing the martial arts level of Quanzhen Sect disciples.

However, Huo Dou's eyes suddenly lit up, and greed suddenly arose.

It's just that Huo Dou is suspicious and cunning by nature, and Yang Guo, who is wearing Taoist robes tonight, is doing well.

With a tentative mind, I went up the mountain carefully.

It's just that this time the target is the Quanzhen Sect.

After meeting several groups of Quanzhen sect disciples in this way.

Huo Dou suddenly became excited, his eyes brightened.

Then he told a group of Mongolian warriors behind him, heretical heroes, that he wanted to do something big.

Just ask.

For a world-renowned great religion, how many martial arts secret books, gold, silver and money will there be?
After witnessing the unbearable performance of the Quanzhen Sect disciples, all of them were greedy.

Even if Huo didn't say it, they also meant it.

Hao Datong also felt bitter and unbearable, but he hated his senior brother, who were all retreating.

Otherwise, why did I end up in such a situation?
"Hahaha, I never imagined that the famous Quanzhen Sect is full of idiots. This is really surprising."

"Huo Dou, don't be crazy. You took advantage of our master teacher's retreat and brought people here to do evil. When our master master comes out of the seclusion later, you will definitely not be able to eat it!"

"Even if Changchun son Qiu Laodao is here, why should Xiao Wang be afraid?"

Huo Dou's expression was extremely arrogant, venting his anger in the ancient tomb.

"Are you really not afraid?"

"Of course it's... no... who's talking? Get the hell out of here, what kind of hero is hiding in hiding?"

"Pindao is the son of Changchun Qiu Chuji in your mouth, why are you pretending to be stupid now?"

The voice fell.

A 70- to [-]-year-old Taoist, dressed in a dark black Taoist robe, carrying a long sword, with white hair and beard, and radiant eyes, walked slowly.

Huo Dou stared at the person coming, and secretly clenched the iron bone fan tightly.

"Little Wang Mengmeng Huodu, I have seen the real Changchunzi."

Huo Dou slanted his body and saluted as a junior, but observed Qiu Chuji out of the corner of his eye, secretly on guard.

"Brother."

Hao Datong's face turned pale, his footsteps were weak, and he came to the side of Qiu Chu's fuselage.

"Brother, how are you, are you okay?"

"Junior brother is fine, it's just that this traitor leads people, let our Quanzhen sect kill and injure many disciples, we must not let him go."

Qiu Chuji nodded, and when he faced Huo Dou, there was a cold murderous look between his brows.

"In that case, let's see the real chapter under my hand!"

Saying that, Qiu Chuji was about to draw out the sword behind his back.

"Xiao Wang has no intention of becoming an enemy of the Quanzhen Sect. I think how about we turn our hostility into friendship?"

"Don't talk too much, first eat the sword of the poor!"

Cang Lang Lang ~~

Sword unsheathed.

The three-foot green front is full of sharpness.