Final evolution of martial arts

After a long time, Ma Yu sighed, and the others couldn't help but nodded.

To be honest, when Lin Su first came, they still looked down on him a bit. After all, this is the world, the strong will always be respected, and the weak...

Still want to be respected?

If you want to be beautiful, you can't even cut down on human rights!

Six days later, Lin Su had already reached a level comparable to their strength...

No, maybe stronger!

Such abnormal cultivation speed alone is enough to make them awe-inspiring.

"Brother in charge, can you tell me your battle strategy now? The younger brother is not talented, but he will do his best." Lin Su smiled.

"Of course it can."

Ma Yu looked at Lin Su and said happily: "Junior brother Lin, you don't know, just now we were still worrying about how to defend against the next wave of attacks from that thief Huo Dou, fortunately now that we have you, our chances of winning have increased by half .”

Lin Su nodded, pretending to be listening attentively.

Ma Yu stroked his beard and continued: "The six of us have practiced a joint battle formation, and three of us can also form a small battle formation. Relying on the strength of a few of us, we can temporarily hold the other two gates, but the Beishan gate can only be defended." Thanks to the joint efforts of all the disciples and junior brother to protect it."

"Brother in charge, don't worry, the younger brother will fight to the death."

Lin Su agreed with all his mouth, and was secretly happy in his heart. Yang Guo and Guo Jing went through the Beishan Gate, and they can do whatever they want, but...

"Brother, I still need two people to help me." Before leaving, Lin Su said suddenly.

"Oh? Junior brother just tell me whoever you want." Ma Yu replied generously with guilt in his heart.

"I want Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing!"

..

Beishan Gate.

A group of Xinjiao disciples are waiting in full force.

"Master, why did you bring that bastard Zhen Zhibing with you? Our North Mountain Gate is relatively remote, and the main force of the Mongol Tartars will not come here. Relatively speaking, the other two gates are more dangerous. Let him stay there. Maybe he can be finished by the hands of the Mongol Tartars." Zhao Zhijing was a little puzzled.

"Who told you that you have to rely on the hands of the Mongol Tartars to kill him? Besides, those trash may not be able to kill Zhen Zhibing. Rather than handing over the initiative to others, I trust myself more." Lin Su glanced at his empty state. Zhen Zhibing's eyes flickered coldly.

"Master uncle wants to do it himself?" Zhao Zhijing said pleasantly, but he was a little apprehensive. After all, there are so many Quanzhen disciples here, it would be bad if someone saw their hands and feet.

"Just wait and see." Lin Su smiled confidently, thinking about it.

According to the original book, at this time, Guo Jing and Yang Guo were about to rest in the pavilion halfway up the mountain, and then Yang Guo accidentally offended Guo Jing, who broke the stone tablet of the Protestantism with his palm, and the misunderstanding started like this.

Lin Su paced back and forth, sorting out the details, and told Zhao Zhijing, "I'll find two third-generation disciples I don't know right away. It will be of great use to me."

"Yes, uncle." Although Zhao Zhijing didn't understand, he didn't dare to disobey Lin Su's order, so he randomly called two third-generation disciples over.

"Others are here to guard, you two come with me."

After saying this, Lin Su took the lead and galloped down the mountain.

......

sunny.

Halfway up the mountain, gazebo.

Guo Jing and Yang Guo rushed over, seeing Yang Guo's tired face, Guo Jing said, "Guo'er, let's take a rest in the gazebo and eat something at Chongyang Palace."

"Oh." Yang Guo replied without interest.

The two sat on the stone pier of the gazebo to rest while eating steamed buns and drinking water.

Guo Jing turned his head, and suddenly saw a stone tablet on the side of the gazebo. Covered by long grass, the word "Changchun" was exposed. When he walked over to brush the grass to look, the tablet was engraved with a poem by Qiu Chuji, son of Changchun.

After seeing this poem, Guo Jing recalled all kinds of things in the Mongolian desert more than ten years ago, and he stroked the stone tablet in a daze.

Seeing Guo Jing's expression, Yang Guo asked curiously, "Uncle Guo, what is written on this stele?"

Guo Jing smiled, and said: "That's a poem written by your Patriarch Qiu. Master Qiu has excellent martial arts skills. Your father was also a proud disciple of Patriarch Qiu. For your father's sake, he will definitely treat you well. You have to work hard. If you learn art, you will become a master in the future."

Yang Guo lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Uncle Guo, I want to ask you something."

Guo Jing nodded and replied, "What's the matter?"

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, "How did my father die?"

Yang Guo was smart since he was a child, so he could probably tell that something was tricky, coupled with Guo Jing's reaction, he couldn't help saying loudly: "You and Aunt Guo killed my father, right?"

Hearing this, Guo Jing was furious, and he slapped the stele hard, and said sharply, "Who taught you such nonsense?"

Guo Jing was a pseudo-innate-level master, his palm strength was so powerful, in a rage, such a blow made the stele shake, half of it was overwhelmed and broke.

Seeing that he was angry, Yang Guo bowed his head and said, "Nephew knows it's wrong, don't dare to talk nonsense in the future, Uncle Guo, don't be angry."

Guo Jing loved him very much, and when he heard his confession, his anger subsided, and he was about to comfort him, when he heard someone behind him say "Hey", the tone seemed to be very surprised.

Looking back, I saw two middle-aged Taoist priests and a young man with a familiar face standing on the mountain path, staring intently with anger on their faces.

"Hey, what a thief! How dare you damage the stele on which my senior brother holds the pen!!!"

Chapter 63

"It's you!"

Guo Jing looked at Lin Su in surprise, he really didn't expect that the young man following behind him was actually a Protestant.

"Humph!"

Lin Su had been thinking about it for a long time, glanced at Guo Jing contemptuously, and said with a sneer: "I thought you were a villager in the mountains before, and I didn't care about you. You also destroyed the stele on which my senior brother held the pen, do you really think that there is no one in the Protestant sect?"

"What dragon girl? I..." Guo Jing was depressed, obviously he just accidentally broke the stone tablet, so why did a dragon girl come out.

"The prostitute, don't make excuses. Although you are honest and honest, I have already seen your tricks, so why don't you just arrest me?" Lin Su said angrily, not forgiving.

"Three Dao brothers, I misunderstood, I am Guo Jing, and I am here to visit the real Qiu Chuji." Guo Jing hurriedly hugged the door of the house.

Lin Su gave a compliment to a Taoist priest next to him, who immediately understood, pointed at Guo Jing, and said sharply: "Hero Guo is well-known all over the world, he is the son-in-law of the old man Huang on Peach Blossom Island, how can he be as shameless as you? Go down the mountain quickly." !"

Guo Jing was speechless for a while, thinking that this was the first time he had encountered such an unreasonable thing in his decades of experience in the world, he suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "This is indeed Guo Jing, please introduce Master Qiu, you will know when the time comes. "

Hearing this, the two three-generation Taoist priests hesitated.

Lin Su yelled that it was not good, these two idiots didn't play the cards according to the script, so they could only bite the bullet and shouted: "You bastard, don't make excuses, come to Zhongnan Mountain to bully you, you are really impatient, don't you?" Give you some strength, and you still say that Chongyang Palace is full of incompetent people."

As soon as the words fell, there was a clang sound of the sword, and the Green Snake Sword was pulled out. The phantom moved, and the sword slanted forward, and stabbed at Guo Jing's waist with a move of the true sword technique "Split Flowers and Brush Willows".

"Brother Dao, I really misunderstood."

Seeing Lin Su's attack, Guo Jing tried to avoid him while trying to persuade him.

Lin Su ignored it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can one give up the opportunity to fight against a real strong person easily.

With his superb body skills, he slashed several swords in a row, but unfortunately he only mastered [-]% of the essence of Quanzhen swordsmanship, which was not enough at all. After fighting for a few minutes, he didn't even touch Guo Jing's clothes.

"Why are you still standing there? Find someone to help!" Lin Su yelled at the two third-generation disciples.

"It's uncle!"

Seeing how powerful Guo Jing was, the two third-generation disciples showed panic on their faces, bowed to Lin Su, and ran away.

"Two Dao brothers." Guo Jing said loudly, just about to step past Lin Su to stop the two.

"Your opponent is me, stay!"

Lin Su swayed, raised his sword to block Guo Jing, walked with the sword, and said in a low voice, "Dugu Nine Swords—Breaking Qi Style!"

Suddenly, a burst of coldness flickered.

Guo Jing's face changed slightly, and countless sword shadows bloomed in front of his eyes, turning into roulettes and slashing at him.

I wanted to dodge with light work, but Lin Su's speed was not inferior to him.

For a while, there was no way to avoid it, and the astonishment on Guo Jing's face became even stronger.

Because Lin Su's sword move was so subtle, he couldn't see where the flaw was, so he could only press it down with a palm of his deep internal strength.

A golden dragon trailed out and slammed straight towards Lin Su. The strong wind whistled in his ears like a dragon's chant.

Lin Su knew that this was Guo Jing's famous stunt of Subduing the Dragon Eighteen Palms, so he didn't dare to be careless.

The figure flipped in the void, and with the unique technique of whirling strength and air-breaking style, it slashed at the weak point of the golden dragon with a sword.

"Broken Palm!"

The cyan sword shadow collided with the golden dragon, and a dazzling light burst out within two meters.

buzzing....

A thick palm was imprinted on the sword body, and the huge force pressed the sword body into a mournful cry, and at the same time, that huge force was transmitted along the sword body.

Lin Su was startled secretly, and flew back, thrusting the Green Snake Sword into the ground with his backhand, using the friction of the ground to offset the strong palm force.

"Brother Dao, what an exquisite sword technique." Seeing that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were broken, Guo Jing was surprised and praised.

"You're not bad either."

Lin Su grinned, the right hand holding the sword was behind his back, and moved quietly. Although the thick palm force was broken by him just now, the huge force still pressed the phalanx and the tiger's mouth with pain.

Guo Jing was honest and honest, he didn't want to hurt his friendship, he clasped his fists and said, "Brother Dao, can you listen to me, I am really the old friend of Taoist priest Qiu from Changchun - Guo Jing from Peach Blossom Island, this time I came to Zhongnan Mountain to meet the real man, please guide me. "

"I'll talk about it if I win."

Lin Su grasped the hilt of the sword, and the numbness in the tiger's mouth had recovered. As he spoke, the horizontal sword suddenly stabbed out. The speed of the long sword was astonishing.

"excuse me."

Faced with this fierce sword, Guo Jing sighed, his whole body was surging with internal energy, his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, and he drew a circle with his right palm, with a golden light shining in his palm, and pushed outward with a "hoo".

"Kang Long has regrets!"

With one palm strike, the two golden dragons intertwined with each other, like a dragon playing with pearls, rushing towards Lin Su's sword with unparalleled divine power.

A loud bang.

Guo Jing remained motionless, and Lin Su was sent flying again by the strong force, but his face was not afraid, but joyful.

"Dugu Nine Swords" is very powerful, but the proficiency rises very slowly. This time I competed with Guo Jing, I didn't expect that through his oppression, the proficiency of swordsmanship rose several times faster than before.

"Come again!"

With a loud shout, he raised his sword and charged forward.

In an instant, there were heavy sword shadows all around, and the strength of the palm was flying, and the dead leaves on the ground were pushed away by the powerful energy.

boom boom boom.....

I don't know how many fights, Lin Su only felt that the whole right arm was numb, and he didn't have any intuition.

"Dangdang!"

Cutting off the golden dragon that was flying towards him, Lin Su's palm trembled, and he couldn't catch it anymore. The green snake sword fell on the rock and let out a clear cry.

"Brother Dao, I've accepted it!" Guo Jing cupped his hands and said with a silly smile.

After seeing the Green Snake Sword that fell to the ground, and the right arm with bulging veins, Lin Su fell silent.

He could tell that Guo Jing didn't show his real strength, but even so, the opponent could easily defeat him, after all, his realm was too low.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing and others rushed over.

Chapter 64

Seeing Lin Su's long sword falling to the ground, all the Quanzhen disciples were shocked.

Zhao Zhijing rolled his eyes, drew his sword, pointed at Guo Jing, and shouted: "What a villain, you are being rude to my Master Lin, it must be the reinforcements invited by the gang of Tartars, the new disciples obey orders, Tiangang Big Dipper Formation!"

clang clang clang...

There was a rush of footsteps, and dozens of Xinjiao disciples drew their swords and surrounded Guo Jing.

"Everyone!"

Guo Jing hastily shouted, why so many new disciples came all at once, if they can't explain clearly, it's a huge misunderstanding!