Start with the gods

Chapter 11

Guo Yu clenched his fists and hit the flying Zen staff without any fear.

"Oh!"

When there was a loud noise in the air, Daerba's Zen staff came out of his hand, and he quickly stepped back a few steps, and sat down on the ground.

"what……"

Such an explosive scene shocked the crowd into an uproar.

Unexpectedly, with just one move, Guo Yu made the martial artist Daerba suffer a great loss.

"What a strong internal force." Guo Jing was also shocked, "Rong'er, who is he?"

"Brother Jing, you know this person, let him tell you in person." Huang Rong made a fool of himself.

In the distance, Daerba struggled to get up, and rushed towards Guo Yu again, screaming.

In order to establish his prestige, Guo Yu greeted Daerba heartily with the most common Taizu long fist.

For a moment, Daerba was powerless to fight, and within a few blows, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his eyes had stars.

"Okay, okay, good fight..."

The heroes in the courtyard were overwhelmed by Guo Yu's power and cheered loudly.

"Enough." Jinlun Fawang got up from the chair with an ugly face, "I am not your opponent, this round is considered your victory."

"Jinlun Guoshi, let me weigh the master's ability to see if he is qualified to be the leader of the martial arts in the Central Plains."

Guo Yu spoke all the way, and without waiting for Jinlun Fawang to respond, Kanglong Youhui directly blasted at him.

"Boom!" Jinlun Fawang didn't react in a hurry, so he had to use his internal strength to block it, and retreated two steps quickly to neutralize Guo Yu's offensive.

"Could this be the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Jinlun Fawang's face became serious.

"Exactly. I wonder what moves Master can take next?"

Guo Yu mobilized his whole body's internal strength, forced himself forward, and fought with King Jinlun Fawang.

Because it was the home ground of the Beggar Clan, Guo Yu only used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms against him.

Jin Lun Dharma King practices the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, the magical power of the Tantric Sect, and he also follows a vigorous path.

So the two of them fought with great momentum, each move was full of true energy, and the courtyard was suddenly turned into chaos.

"Rong'er, he made Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Could it be that Qigong has taken in a new apprentice?" Guo Jing was puzzled, "But it's not right, some of the moves are completely different from those taught by Qigong."

"Brother Jing, don't make wild guesses." Huang Rong covered her mouth and smiled softly, "I don't know about Qi Gong confiscating his disciples, but Rong'er said that you have seen this boy before."

"Among the people I know, the only one who can master Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is..." Guo Jing was startled and stammered, "Could you mean...he is...Yu'er?"

"Exactly." Huang Rong nodded with a smile, "This brat just sent me a voice transmission, so I knew he was the one who came back."

"That's great." Guo Jing felt sad and happy at the same time.

At this time, the battle between the two people in the field has become fierce. Both sides come and go, and all kinds of exquisite moves greet each other.

However, after all, Guo Yu's internal strength was extremely deep, and Jinlun Fawang's forehead gradually filled with heat, and if he continued to fight, only Jinlun Fawang would lose.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jinlun Fawang suddenly turned over and jumped out of the arena, and leaped up to the gate of Guiyun Village.

"The benefactor's martial arts are indeed very strong. Today, the poor monk has important things to do. I will learn from you in the future." Jinlun Fawang gave his companion a wink, and then flew out of the village.

Guo Yu didn't chase after him forcefully either, he took a long breath and put away his internal energy.

He knew that a master like King Jinlun could not stay easily if he wanted to leave.

"Go back and tell your master." Guo Yu turned to the miserable Daerba, "He'd better go back and resign from his position as the national teacher. If he continues to help the evildoers, he will die sooner or later."

Daerba clasped his hands together to agree, drooped his body, and left with a group of young people.

As for that insidious villain Huo Dou, he had already seen that the situation was not good and left secretly.

Guo Yu, who successfully completed the task, watched the Mongols leave and turned around to meet Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw three figures leaping towards the outside of the wall.

"Father, mother, the child still has things to deal with, and I will explain to you later."

Guo Yu used sound transmission to enter secrets on them, and then Ling Bo walked towards the outside of the village with small steps.

"Hey, hey, why did the little hero leave?" Seeing that Guo Yu had disappeared, all the heroes yelled.

"This brat, you must make him look good when he comes back." Huang Rong couldn't help laughing and scolding, and then she could only helplessly accompany Guo Jing to greet the heroes and continue to complete the Heroes Conference.

……

"Whoosh!"

"It turned out that Grandpa came. I said why Qigong and the others left suddenly."

Guo Yu chased him all the way to the outskirts, but was forced back by a stone flying at high speed.

"Hmph, you have been missing for many years, and now you have made such a big fuss as soon as you come back. You are really talented." An old man in Tsing Yi flashed outside an old locust tree.

"Hey! Grandpa, it's all grandson's fault. I'll let you punish me."

Guo Yu didn't dare to refute, and admitted his mistake cleanly.

"Yes, yes, we should give this kid a good lesson, and see how we will be angry with our dignified Huang Laoxie."

Hong Qigong also appeared, and Cheng Ying was still standing behind him, covering her mouth and giggling.

"Um." Guo Yu's face turned bitter, and his head turned wildly, "Grandpa, Qigong, in order to make amends for you, how about I make a delicious meal with my own hands? I guarantee that you have never seen it before."

"Are you sure?" Sure enough, when he heard about the delicious food, Hong Qigong couldn't help it immediately, "If you can make the old beggar eat well today, the old beggar will personally settle your grandfather and parents."

"Okay, Qigong, let's make a deal."

Guo Yu and Cheng Ying settled Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi'an in the valley where Cheng Ying lived before.

The next day, before dawn, the two went to the city together and bought a lot of vegetables, meat, pepper, cooking wine and other seasonings.

It was almost noon when we returned to the valley.

Guo Yu set up a big pot in the courtyard and lit the firewood.

Then pour in various ingredients and seasonings step by step, shaking a large spoon and stirring constantly.

"What on earth are you doing?" Hong Qigong was very curious. "The old beggar has never seen this kind of cooking method."

Even Huang Yaoshi and Cheng Ying looked puzzled, watching Guo Yu's movements intently.

"This is the clear soup hot pot that I created when I was in Tianshan."

Guo Yu explained to them, "I once saw a Mongolian diet method. After being touched, I studied it carefully and improved it, and finally became my unique secret technique."

"It smells so good, you're a little bit smart." Gradually, the tempting fragrance came out of the pot, and with Guo Yu's stirring, it became more and more mellow.

Guo Yu took a small sip and said, "It's almost there, we can use our chopsticks."

At this time, the three people who had been waiting for a long time were impatient, and even Huang Yaoshi and Cheng Ying kept swallowing.

"Qigong." Guo Yu picked up a piece of mutton, rinsed it lightly in the pot, and handed it to Hong Qigong's mouth, "Taste how it goes, and see if it fits into your mouth."

"Guji!" Hong Qigong bit it slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, trembling non-stop, "It's...too...too delicious."

Guo Yu picked up another piece, "Grandpa, you can try it too."

"Well, it's not bad." Huang Yaoshi was still very arrogant.

Next, everyone was intoxicated beside this big pot, eating with gusto and enjoying themselves.

"Yu'er."

Suddenly, Hong Qigong, who was sweating profusely from eating, put away his chopsticks and asked Guo Yu, "I see that when you faced off against Jinlun Fawang yesterday, you made the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms seem to be different from the old beggar's."

"The last three palms are indeed different." Guo Yu admitted honestly, "Actually, these are handed down from my master uncle Xiao Feng."

"Master Uncle was originally called Qiao Feng..."

Guo Yu told the three of them the story of Tianlongbabu in earnest.

"I didn't expect that our Beggar Clan would have such a worthy senior." After hearing this, Hong Qigong was stunned and muttered to himself in a daze.

"Yes, the deeds of the three seniors are really exciting." Huang Yaoshi also sighed softly, "Their life encounters are really wonderful."

"Brother Guo, Master Xiao is so pitiful." Cheng Ying is a sentimental person, with tears on her face.

"Yes." Guo Yu took a sip of his wine, "Actually, Master is also very difficult. The child died due to premature birth, and Master's wife also passed away afterward."

"After the third uncle died of illness, there is only one person left in the vast world, how sad."

"Otherwise, with Master's great master's cultivation base, it is not difficult to live for another few decades."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these sad things." Guo Yu carefully took out a book from his arms, "Grandpa, Qigong, these are some of my master's records about the practice of the innate, and it may be helpful to you. help."

(End of this chapter)