Chapter 76: Tian Gang Bei Dou Formation

"Bang--".

As soon as their palms and claws touched, Zhen Zhibing suddenly felt his palms getting warm, and a strong and powerful force went straight through his arms, causing him to ache.

Zhen Zhibing was over forty years old and was a leader among the three generations of Quanzhen disciples. He was certainly no ordinary person. He was challenged by a young man for no reason and was at a disadvantage. He was shocked and angry, and immediately took a strange step and dodged three feet away.

But after hearing a "clang", a three-foot-long, dazzling sword appeared in his right palm, pointing at Feng Yi's wrist, but he did not attack. He asked in surprise, "Why did you attack?"

He was very self-righteous. Seeing Feng Yi was young, and although he had considerable internal strength, he was leaning on a wooden crutch under his right armpit. How could he, a Quanzhen Sect disciple who was feared by all the world, fight with a man who might even fall when walking? If the news got out, wouldn't people laugh at Quanzhen Sect and himself?

Feng Yi saw that he dodged just now, his steps were exquisite and in line with the secret, and he felt itchy in his heart, so he kept a trick and said with a smile: "Why? Is this reason enough to learn the high skills of Quanzhen?"

Zhen Zhibing couldn't help but shudder. He didn't want to confront Feng Yi, a young man, for no reason. However, he had been a disciple of Qiu Chuji since he was young, and he was deeply indebted to him. The other party was openly challenging him.

How could the Quanzhen Sect, which is so powerful that it shakes the world, flee without a fight? Thinking of this, Zhen Zhibing raised his sword, which made a buzzing sound, and shouted with heroic spirit, "Then please show your weapons!"

Feng Yi clapped his hands and chuckled, "I have all my skills in my hands. I am not familiar with weapons, so just attack directly."

Zhen Zhibing knew that martial arts are easy to learn but difficult to master, so everyone in the martial arts world has his own strengths. Some have profound internal skills, some are proficient in boxing and kicking, some are good at weapons, and some mainly use hidden weapons.

Even if a grandmaster is proficient in all the major martial arts sects, he/she has one side that is relatively stronger.

So, considering Feng Yi's age, he shouldn't be looking down on himself by saying this. He immediately lowered his wrist slightly, pointed the tip of his long sword downward, and said, "Sorry for being so presumptuous!"

Zhen Zhibing turned quickly, circled behind Feng Yi, and suddenly stabbed him in the back with a sword.

Feng Yi didn't even turn around, but waved his sleeves backwards, and with a humming sound, he swung the long sword away.

Zhen Zhibing kept moving, swishing, swishing, four swords in a row. He only had one move when he stabbed out, but when he shook his wrist, the sword move was divided into three, with swift and powerful force, and exquisite moves.

He was afraid of Feng Yi's strong internal strength, so he turned around quickly, using his lightness skills to circle around Feng Yi and draw his sword.

Every Quanzhen Sect disciple, when their martial arts have reached an appropriate level, must practice this light skill so that they can grab a position when practicing the "Tian Gang Bei Dou Formation" in the future.

Zhen Zhibing has been studying martial arts for a long time and has learned a lot of Quanzhen martial arts and practiced it to a very high level. The swordsmanship he displayed at this time is the "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities" swordsmanship, which is one of the Quanzhen School's superior martial arts. Each move can be transformed into three moves.

But he was seen running as fast as lightning, as if he didn't touch the ground at all. With a flash of white light, he stabbed Feng Yi's body eighteen times with his sword, as if he had stabbed him fifty-four times.

Feng Yi saw that his sword was as fast as a sword, and his steps were full of mysteries. He was secretly happy and thought to himself: "The most powerful martial arts of Quanzhen Sect is the Tiangang Beidou Formation. I am lucky to meet this old guy today. I might as well take it slow with him and slowly observe the mystery of the Tiangang steps!

Feng Yi immediately brought his internal strength to the same level as Zhen Zhibing, and with just one palm strike to the left and then to the right, he deflected the opponent's sword.

Hong Lingbo already knew Feng Yi's ability, but he was secretly shocked when he saw Zhen Zhibing's method. He thought: "No wonder the Quanzhen Sect is so famous. Master is so arrogant and admits that he is no match for Qiu Chuji, so he must seize the Jade Girl Heart Sutra.

His disciple is already like this, Master, do you know? "

Zhen Zhibing, however, saw that Feng Yi had strong internal strength and amazing martial arts, and he became more fearful. He immediately made up his mind and used his master's mental method to the extreme. He quickened his pace and stabbed with the sword continuously.

Feng Yi just stood still, waving his hands and watching, and all his moves disappeared, just thinking about his steps.

If there is anything unclear, he will deliberately slow down to give Zhen Zhibing an opportunity to take advantage of it and watch his offensive pace.

When Zhen Zhibing's sword was about to stab him, he dodged it, and each move passed by him with a hair's breadth, looking dangerously fast.

In fact, Feng Yi watched his sword skills and body movements, and gradually figured out some tricks. He calculated the direction and strength of Zhen Zhibing's sword and avoided it just right. Not to mention that Zhen Zhibing had used up all his strength at this time and couldn't change it even if he wanted to. Even if he could change his moves temporarily, Feng Yi also had a way to defeat the enemy.

After all, the two of them have very different martial arts skills.

Feng Yi was very proud in his heart: "Haha, today I will first figure out the general idea. When my legs are better, I must try the Tiangang Beidou Formation to see how this formation, which is said to be invincible in the world, works!"

Zhen Zhibing had already exerted his full strength, but Feng Yi didn't seem nervous at all. Instead, he was beaming with joy and looked full of anticipation. He couldn't guess what the other person was thinking and thought that he was looking down on him.

Thinking that the other party was 20 years younger than him and was disabled, how could he, as a senior disciple of Quanzhen, have the nerve to compete with Zhao Zhijing after being defeated today? Zhen Zhibing thought that he and Zhao Zhijing were equally skilled in martial arts. Although Zhao Zhijing had been defeated in the Tiangang Beidou formation last time, the other party was Guo Jing.

Guo Jing has been famous for many years, and his martial arts skills are almost the best in the world. Losing to him is not a shame for Zhao Zhijing.

But he was defeated by a young disabled man, and he would not have the face to compete with Zhao Zhijing again. Thinking of this, he felt suffocated and his moves were disorderly.

The Quanzhen sword technique is subtle and profound, and the Tiangang steps are even more mysterious. They are the world's top martial arts. However, if the user does not have extremely profound internal strength, it is impossible to exert its due power.

If it were Zhou Botong, Feng Yi would be fighting the enemy with all his strength at this moment, but would lose more than he win. How could he have the leisure to observe the mysteriousness of the other person's steps?

Zhen Zhibing's internal strength was limited after all. Moreover, ever since he met Xiaolongnu, he had been absent-minded and had many random thoughts in his mind. The meditation skills of his master had long since disappeared. Now that he had been fighting for a long time and had not won, his mind was in great confusion and his strategies became even more chaotic.

Feng Yi really wanted to hurt Zhen Zhibing's life at this moment, even if there were ten of them, he would kill them all. He thought: "This guy has limited martial arts skills and has lost his value at this moment, but it would be inappropriate to kill him. This is the only way!"

While he was thinking, he saw a long sword coming at him like lightning. Feng Yi turned his wrist, stretched out his left hand, and pinched the tip of the opponent's sword with the index, middle and thumb fingers. He pulled it along the trend and pushed it forward.

With a buzzing sound, Zhen Zhibing was involuntarily pulled to a standstill by a huge resistance, and blood gushed out from his knuckles.

Zhen Zhibing was horrified, he did not expect the other party's internal strength to be so profound, even his master might not be able to defeat him. Before he could react, the hilt of the sword in his hand was pushed by Feng Yi and hit him heavily on the "Qi Hu Point" on his chest.

Zhen Zhibing was forced to drop his sword, fell heavily, and a mouthful of blood immediately gushed out.

Feng Yi laughed loudly, stretched out his right hand from his sleeve, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and placed the long sword on Zhen Zhibing's neck. He said coldly: "Master Zhen's martial arts skills are so poor, are you focusing your attention on other things?"

Zhen Zhibing had a sharp blade at his neck, his face red as blood, he looked at Feng Yi coldly without saying a word.

He learned his martial arts from Qiu Chuji, the number one master of Quanzhen Sect. Although he was extremely powerful in Quanzhen Sect, he was well-known at the time.

I didn't expect to suffer such a miserable defeat today. It is a hundred times more painful than having my head cut off and my chest sunken. If my limbs had not been unable to move, I would have had to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, instead of having my neck cut by a sword.

"What?" Feng Yi frowned and asked, "Do you still want to pretend to be a hero?"

Zhen Zhibing finally caught his breath and said, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. If you want me to beg for mercy, forget it!"

Feng Yi's face darkened, he leaned forward, and whispered, "We have no grudges against each other, don't you want to know why I want to make things difficult for you?"

Zhen Zhibing blurted out: "How should I know!"

Feng Yi glanced at the bag on his shoulder, smiled, and whispered, "You wandered outside the ancient tomb at midnight and gave Xiao Longnu a gift. Do you want me to tell the waiter and the others everything now, or go to Quanzhen Sect and tell Taoist Qiu?"

“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

He lowered his voice very low, and at the same time reached out and patted Zhen Zhibing's shoulder three times slowly and continuously to cover up his words.

Instantly, Zhen Zhibing's forehead was covered with sweat, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and he cried out in a lost voice: "You are talking nonsense!"

Feng Yi still whispered: "You know whether I am talking nonsense or not.

There is a saying that goes, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Zhao Zhijing knows about this, and so do Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu. You have made an oath, but you are still not alert? Do you really want to bring disgrace upon yourself and bring shame to Taoist Qiu and the Quanzhen disciples?"

Zhen Zhibing suddenly understood and was surprised and grateful. He stared at Feng Yi and said, "So you were here last night too. May I ask your name?" His tone unexpectedly became polite.

Last night, Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing accidentally broke into the place where Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu were practicing martial arts, causing Xiaolongnu to be injured. He and Zhao Zhijing swore to heaven not to reveal this to outsiders.

But hearing Feng Yi's serious words, I thought Feng Yi was at the scene at that time.

He had been a disciple of Qiu Chuji since he was young and was deeply indebted to him. If this matter were to be spread, the reputation of Quanzhen Sect would plummet in the martial arts world.

It is absolutely unacceptable for me to defeat the Quanzhen Sect, which is so powerful throughout the world. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "My name is insignificant. You have to remember that Zhao Zhijing's oath may have other evil plots. Your every move is under his surveillance. What he is going to do, you can figure it out yourself!

Zhen Zhibing asked in bewilderment, "He's monitoring me?"

Feng Yi sneered and said: "Go back and check it yourself, and cultivate your character and become a Taoist.

If you continue to wander around the ancient tomb, I will go directly to find Qiu Chuji. You can think about it yourself."

He casually inserted the sword in his hand into the other party's scabbard, slapped Zhen Zhibing on the body, and sent him out of the hotel.

Zhen Zhibing suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body. While he was in mid-air, his acupuncture points had been unblocked. His feet touched the ground and he stood firmly, as if someone had gently put him down.

Only then did Zhen Zhibing realize that he was too lucky. He had met another young master who could be compared with Guo Jing.

When Genghis Khan invited Qiu Chuji to travel to the Western Regions, he was one of the 18 disciples who followed him. Guo Jing was about the same age as Feng Yi at that time, and he had witnessed with his own eyes how powerful his martial arts were.

Knowing that he would never be able to defeat such a master even if he practiced for his entire life, he felt helpless. He bowed and turned away.

Hong Lingbo spat, "The Quanzhen Sect really doesn't live up to its name! What's the authentic martial arts in the world?"

Feng Yi sighed silently, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he was conflicted and helpless.

This was because when Feng Yi said those words that went straight to Zhen Zhibing's heart, he slapped him on the shoulder three times. The first slap damaged his lower yin meridians, and the last two slaps sent him Shenzhao true Qi. Zhen Zhibing was in such a state of confusion that he had no idea that he had been attacked from behind.

Feng Yi knew that Zhen Zhibing had not yet defiled Xiao Longnu, so he killed him in this way, which was unjust.

But this man had fallen into an obsession with Xiao Long Nu, and it was impossible to resolve it.

That was a love even more crazy than Li Mochou's love for Lu Zhanyuan.

The only solution is to make him lose his manliness. Even if he wants to re-enact the original plot, he will no longer be able to do so. This is the solution Feng Yi has considered.

As for whether this action is right or wrong, Feng Yi just follows his heart and doesn't care.

Feng Yi sat down and was about to drink when he saw Hong Lingbo's expression suddenly change. In the next moment, he saw a green shadow flash, and Zhen Zhibing ran into the store again.

Feng Yi said calmly: "Why are you back again?"

Zhen Zhibing glanced at Feng Yi and said sternly, "I have something on my mind that I can't help but express, but I'm afraid of offending you, so I want to ask you to help me clear up my confusion."

A thief with a guilty conscience cannot escape punishment.

Even with Feng Yi's ability, this was the case. He couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly, thinking: "Did I make a mistake with my Shenzhao Gong?"

Feng Yi thought that the Quanzhen internal energy might be powerful, and the peep show might be exposed, but he lost his composure for only a moment, and soon regained his composure and said, "Just say what you want to say."

He thought that if he was discovered, he would just admit it generously, because his skills were not as good as others.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Zhibing's face turned red, and he said in a low voice: "Don't blame me, sir. Please spare me a moment to talk!"

This made Feng Yi confused and at a loss for words.

Hong Lingbo couldn't help laughing and covered his mouth.

Feng Yi had no choice but to get up and follow him into the inn with his crutches.

The inn had four rooms with a courtyard in the middle. The two walked into the courtyard. Zhen Zhibing silently used his internal energy to look around, then turned to look at the night sky and said slowly, "Your Excellency's martial arts skills are great, and I admire you very much. However, you appeared in Zhongnan Mountain late at night. What is your intention? Can you tell me?"

After he left just now, my worries became even greater.

He thought that such a master would sneak into Zhongnan Mountain late at night, probably to spy on his sect and wait for an opportunity to strike.

No matter how unfilial Zhen Zhibing is, he cannot allow anyone to catch him and just turn a blind eye to this matter. He must get to the bottom of it.

Feng Yi's pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't expect Zhen Zhibing to ask this question.

In fact, he relied on his advantage as a forefather and made a vague guess. How could he have ever been to Mount Zhongnan?

The mountain was so big that he didn't even know how to get to Chongyang Palace, let alone to the place where Yang Guo and the others practiced martial arts.

But I couldn't say this directly, and I was speechless and couldn't answer.

Zhen Zhibing turned around and said solemnly, "Don't blame me for being ignorant and digging into the matter. Your martial arts skills are amazing, and you have lived up to the hard work of ten years. If you have any grudges against my Quanzhen Sect, please tell me and I can help you a little to repay your kindness in sparing me.

If the situation is serious and I am unable to resolve it, I will die as a token of my gratitude when we meet again!"

His words were sincere and not fake. Feng Yi was shocked and thought to himself, "This guy has some backbone. He is indeed a man who refuses to betray his religion and can block a fatal blow for Xiao Longnu."

Feng Yi knew that this person had cultivated his character and kept himself clean all his life, but he made a big mistake in the matter of Xiao Longnu, thus ruining his reputation! So before he did this, he was at a loss as to how to deal with this person. If he was really a rapist, he could just kill him directly, why bother using any tricks.

Feng Yi took a deep breath, stared at Zhen Zhibing and said slowly: "I have no grudge against your sect. I went up the mountain late at night just because I admired Xiao Longnu. I had no choice but to do this."

"What?" Zhen Zhibing's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears, and asked in shock: "What do you mean?"

Feng Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Master, what man wouldn't like a fairy like Xiao Long Nu?

You were obsessed with him, and by chance, I was lucky enough to meet him..."

At this point, he shook his head and said, "If love is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, then mine is like a huge rock thrown into the water, which directly stirs up huge waves and I can't extricate myself from it. But the women of the Ancient Tomb Sect are all arrogant and can't get it even if they ask for it.

My love was ultimately wasted.

But once love comes, wisdom disappears, and I can only wander shamelessly in the ancient tomb forest just to get a glimpse of her. "

His nonsense was actually an expression of the emotions that Zhen Zhibing had hidden in his heart for a long time. He had never said it out loud, but he told it to Feng Yi. He couldn't help but blush, clench his fists, and his eyes were blurred.

He couldn't help but think of the image of Little Dragon Girl flying into Chongyang Palace that night in white. She made him think about her day and night and haunted him in his dreams. Her pretty appearance was like that of a celestial being.

He thought he was the only one doing this, but he didn't expect there was another one. He couldn't help but feel like he had found a close friend.

As for Feng Yi's love for Xiao Long Nu, he had no doubt about it. Xiao Long Nu was extremely beautiful, and even he, who had practiced Taoism for decades, had violated the precepts. How could Feng Yi, who was so young and full of vigor, not be tempted? Feng Yi observed his words and expressions, and knew what he was thinking. He snorted in his heart: "It seems that it is right to destroy you."

He said, "Master, you and I have the same idea, but I am a layman. Can you return to secular life for a woman?"

Zhen Zhibing didn't want him to say this, and was shocked.

Feng Yi said coldly: "Master, I am not afraid to tell you that my name is Feng Yi, and I will be famous in the martial arts world in the future. It is really embarrassing to tell this to others, and it is unmanly.

But I see that you are a great Taoist and a decent person, and we share the same suffering, so I told you everything! Just as you and Zhao Zhijing swore, this matter must not be announced to outsiders, otherwise it will ruin the reputation of me and Miss Long.

Also, if you do anything rude to the person I love again, even if it’s the way you look at her, I won’t like it.

If you do either of the two, I will officially challenge the Quanzhen Sect, and then spread your behavior to the world, so that the Quanzhen Sect will be ashamed along with you!"

Zhen Zhibing suddenly realized that this was a man who was standing up for the woman he loved, so she challenged him.

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After his battle with Feng Yi, he realized that his own strength was not enough to be relied upon, and Guo Jing's ability proved that the Quanzhen School was also not enough to be relied upon.

When the unexpected happened, the huge foundation of Quanzhen Sect became nothing more than an illusion.

After all, Wang Chongyang has passed away, and only six of the Seven Quanzhen Masters are left. The Tiangang Formation is broken, and it is not difficult for a top master to destroy it!

Especially when Feng Yi attacked him just now, the skill he displayed was no less than that of Guo Jing when he went to Chongyang Palace that day.

Although we still don't know what sect he belongs to, if he takes his anger out on our sect because of his infatuation with Xiao Long Nu, and comes to challenge us, how can our sect, as the orthodox martial arts sect in the world, not fight?

But if we want to fight, who can defeat us? Thinking of the honor of his school and the kindness of his master, Zhen Zhibing couldn't help sweating all over, as if he had gone through a circle from life to death and from death to life. He immediately bowed and said, "I really don't know your intentions. I'm sorry for offending you. I hope you will forgive me.

I will keep my mouth shut about what happened today, just like I did last night. I will not dare to look for Miss Long again in the future. I will take my leave now."

After saying this, he walked out in a huff. Unexpectedly, he tripped over the door sill as he went out. With a clatter, he kicked the door sill and broke it into pieces, and he also tripped and fell.

But Zhen Zhibing was a martial arts expert after all. He used both hands to stop himself from falling and rushed out again.

Feng Yi saw that he was so skilled in martial arts that he could even stumble while walking. He was very confused and smiled slightly, feeling very satisfied.

I guess after this incident, Zhen Zhibing's desire to have sex with Xiaolongnu must have been completely wiped out.

The disaster I brought upon myself has finally been resolved!

Feng Yi put his hands on his hips, laughed, walked into the restaurant, sat back in his seat, and said, "Lingbo, after this meal, we will go back to Chang'an!" As he said that, he picked up a piece of dish and put it into his mouth.

Hong Lingbo was very confused. She didn't know what the two of them said. Zhen Zhibing seemed to have lost his soul. Feng Yi didn't go to the ancient tomb either. She poured him a glass of wine and said, "Aren't you going to stop my master?"

Feng Yi drank a glass of wine and sighed, "Silly girl, I dragged my injured leg to the ancient tomb to block her, which was not my fundamental purpose at all."

Hong Lingbo asked curiously: "What is the purpose?"

Feng Yi was afraid that Li Mochou would go and talk nonsense, which would lead to Xiaolongnu leaving the ancient tomb and being taken advantage of by Zhen Zhibing as in the original plot.

This matter has attracted the attention of thousands of people. If I don't intervene, it's Xiaolongnu's life, and it has nothing to do with me.

But since he was involved, it was different. If this happened, all the causes and consequences were caused by himself. He didn't want to bear the responsibility, so he wanted to go to the ancient tomb and try his best to stop it.

Now that Zhen Zhibing has been controlled by himself, he has no power even if he wants to, so why would he go to the ancient tomb? The Five Poison Secrets exist, so he is lucky.

No, it’s harmless.

What the hell is the system task? His greatest happiness is to live his life according to his heart.

He should be able to do whatever he wants without being bound by any constraints.

All other external things are just icing on the cake and are nothing at all.

As for whether Li Mochou told Xiaolongnu that her master was killed by Ouyang Feng and that she accepted his adopted son as her disciple, and whether this would affect the relationship between Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo, Feng Yi didn't care at all.

After all, Xiaolongnu is a person who is detached from worldly affairs and is self-centered. She will do whatever she wants. If this doesn't happen, there will be something else. Yang Guo wants to be with her, but there are many things that can get in the way.

I'm not so idle that I would go and be an emotional nanny for Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu.

Wouldn't it be nice to have this time to hug Hong Lingbo and recover from his injuries while exploring the mysteries of life? However, he couldn't say this to Hong Lingbo.

Feng Yi put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "Li Mochou is a character, she is good at martial arts and smart, but she is trapped by love!"

He said this and sighed: "I want to do something big with her, not be too obsessed with bullshit love, and earn her a way to survive.

Don't go to a place where you die without a burial place, it's a pity! But she just won't listen to me, so let her do whatever she wants! "

"I see." Hong Lingbo poured another glass of wine for Feng Yi and said in a hoarse voice, "In fact, I have never understood why Lu Zhanyuan would change his mind when my master is so beautiful and has great martial arts skills!"

Feng Yi sneered and said, "What's so hard to understand?

The problem with this is that his martial arts skills are so high.

Just imagine, Lu Zhanyuan comes from a famous martial arts family, and Li Mochou is tyrannical and overbearing. When the two first met, the man was attracted by her beauty and naturally accepted her character.

But as time went on, Li Mochou's true character was fully revealed, and naturally everyone listened to her in everything she said and did.

She is very skilled in martial arts and even men cannot beat her, so not only do they have to submit to her, they also have to say, "You did the right thing!"

I ask, which man can bear this? Whenever a beautiful woman appears, she will give people the feeling that she is ten times better than her. How can he not change his mind? "

Feng Yi was well-informed and had heard all kinds of messed up love stories. He spoke of them casually, which made Hong Lingbo feel embarrassed. She hesitated and said, "What you said is not right. How can you change your mind when you like someone? Wouldn't that be like being fickle and unfaithful?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Ling Bo, you must not believe in any bullshit love stories, they are nothing more than the desire of men and women to mate.

There are tens of thousands of people in this world, but how many of them can truly be persistent and unfaithful in so-called love?

I say it again, you must not think that Li Mochou is a lover, a sacred love, she is just a paranoid patient, she is just wishful thinking! "

Hong Lingbo was already shocked by what he heard. His eyes were suddenly filled with tears and he was speechless for a while.

Feng Yi was immersed in all the love stories he had heard, feeling deeply moved, and did not notice her abnormality.

Suddenly, someone outside the door shouted, "Master, uncle, that kid is here, I believe he hasn't left yet!"

The two recognized it was Lu Qingdu and looked at each other.

Feng Yi saw that her eyes were red, and he was suspicious: "Why should she cry?" Thinking of this, he felt very unhappy.

But a man with a deep voice said coldly: "Qingdu, don't lose your manners!"

Suddenly, several whistles were heard, and four figures rushed in. Each of them was a young Taoist priest in a yellow crown and gray robe. One of them was Lu Qingdu.

Feng Yi was getting angry at this time. When he saw this man, he became furious and stared at him coldly.

Du Qingdu was looking left and right, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, several sneers were heard, and a Taoist with a yellow crown and a green robe and a long beard walked in from the door first, with his hands behind his back. He was followed by two Taoists on both sides. They looked to be in their forties and had a tough appearance. Judging from their demeanor and steps, they were all good in martial arts.

"Master, he is gone."

Lu Qingdu reported to the Taoist with a long beard.

The Taoist was slightly startled and looked around.

Feng Yi knew that this person must be Zhao Zhijing, and he was looking for Zhen Zhibing.

Zhao Zhijing had been keeping an eye on Zhen Zhibing, hoping to use the incident with Xiao Longnu to find something to hold against him and force him to submit, or to destroy his prestige so that he could become the third generation's chief disciple.

But when he saw that there was nothing he was looking for in the hotel, he was extremely disappointed. He narrowed his cold eyes and looked at Hong Lingbo. Suddenly, he bowed to Feng Yi as if nothing had happened and said with a smile: "I am Zhao Zhijing, the first disciple of Master Yuyang. May I ask your name?"

After saying this, Feng Yi and Hong Lingbo stood up, both of them were calm and had no intention of standing up, and anger spread in their hearts.

Feng Yi drank a glass of wine and said faintly: "You are not worthy of asking my name. If you know what's good for you, disappear immediately."

A tall Taoist priest who had come in earlier stepped forward and sneered, "You dare to come to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to embarrass my Quanzhen Sect, why not leave your name behind?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said: "I have no intention of making things difficult for the Quanzhen Sect, but if my name is heard by those despicable and shameless people, I will feel stinky!"

Several people were furious, and the tall Taoist priest shouted: "You are so arrogant. If I don't teach you a lesson, you will still think that Chongyang Palace is full of incompetent people."

While speaking, he actually stabbed Lu Qingdu.

He drew out his sword in a flash, and came in front of Feng Yi with a leap of a tiger. He swung the sword, took a strange step, and stabbed Feng Yi's waist with a move of "Fen Hua Fu Liu".

Feng Yi was secretly surprised: "I showed off my martial arts skills, how dare this person?"

He didn't know that people who lost a battle usually wouldn't tell the truth, especially a narrow-minded person like Lu Qingdu, who only wanted his master to vent his anger for him. How could he tell the truth? Especially since this was his fellow apprentice, he didn't want to tell the truth.

When Feng Yi waited for his sword to arrive, he slightly turned his body to let his sword miss, and gently stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's wrist.

The tall Taoist priest suddenly became half limp.

Plop, he knelt in front of Feng Yi.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "I don't know if Chongyang Palace is full of incompetent people, but I think you are just like Lu Qingdu, both of you are pustules. Do you agree?"

"Boy, you... ouch... ouch..."

The Taoist was about to curse, but Feng Yi exerted a little force and his face twisted in pain. He screamed loudly, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans flowed down his forehead.

Zhao Zhijing was secretly surprised and stared at Feng Yi.

This disciple of his was also a good fighter, and even he couldn't sit still, so he subdued him with one move.

This man's accuracy and strength were both amazing. As Qing Du said, this man broke his weapon with his wooden stick, so he seemed to be a master.

Zhao Zhijing smiled and said, "You have been sitting all the time, is it because your legs and feet are not convenient?"

Feng Yi's eyes gleamed, and he said, "You'll know if you try it!" He snorted and kicked out with his left foot. The tall Taoist rushed towards Zhao Zhijing like a scarecrow.

The Taoist only felt the whistling of the wind in his ears. He was unable to control himself and screamed, "Master, save me!"

Zhao Zhijing knew that Feng Yi was considering him, and he had to save this disciple, so he squatted slightly, took a horse stance, and raised his hands sideways.

Zhao Zhijing is the best master among the three generations of Quanzhen, so Qiu Chuji asked him to teach Yang Guo martial arts. This move "Flying Mountains from the Sky" is hard yet soft, and it contains the Yang energy and Yin energy, which is really powerful.

“Bang!”

As soon as Zhao Zhijing's palms touched his disciple's body, he couldn't lift the force off, but felt a hidden force emanating from the human body, rushing towards him like a torrent.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but take a step back, his face slightly red, and his body swaying.

He suddenly shouted loudly, and his horse's stance suddenly sank. He managed to stabilize himself. Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly felt a strong force coming at him again. He couldn't help but retreat three steps in a row. His chest felt stuffy, and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhijing was shocked for a moment. With his martial arts skills, he could easily catch any powerful hidden weapon, but the opponent just kicked him casually and he couldn't resolve the opponent's strength. He was shocked.

Feng Yi sneered, "With this little ability, you want to be the head of Quanzhen Sect? Humph, you are really crazy. Get out of here!"

He knew who Zhao Zhijing was, and he also knew that he was the best among the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect, so Qiu Chuji let him be Yang Guo's master. He used to think that these three generations of disciples were useless, but after fighting with Zhen Zhibing and the other two, he knew that the other party's internal strength was indeed amazing. In the Liancheng world, only people like Nan Siqi were stronger than him. The internal strength of Quanzhen Sect was indeed well-deserved! After hearing this, Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, his eyes revealed a resolute look, put down his disciple, and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that you are actually a master, I was wrong!"

Zhao Zhijing had always wanted to be the headmaster. Yang Guo had defected before, and now he had lost face again. How could he give up? As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a long roar and said, "Set up the formation!"

But the sound of weapons could be heard. Zhao Zhijing and six Taoists, each holding a sword, displayed their skills. Four on the left and three on the right surrounded Feng Yi and Hong Lingbo.

Feng Yi's heart trembled, and he said slowly: "Tian Gang Beidou Formation!"

Zhao Zhijing raised his sword and said, "Your Excellency has a broken leg, and we, a noble and upright sect, should not make things difficult for you.

But you bullied my disciples at the foot of Mount Zhongnan, and then insulted me. If you don’t go with me to Mount Zhongnan today to wait for the master’s decision, please try the Tiangang Beidou formation!”

The waiters in the hotel didn't recognize this formation, but they had heard of it before. They moved the surrounding tables to make a space so that they could look at the world-famous formation.

Feng Yi was also very happy in his heart, and said: "Very good, I am still not satisfied, then I will be honored to refuse it."

But he knew the reputation of this formation. Although only Zhao Zhijing and the other two had decent skills, he had a broken leg after all, so he didn't dare to be too arrogant. He supported himself with his crutches, slowly stood up, stretched out his right hand to Hong Lingbo, and said, "Can you lend me your sword?"

Just as Hong Lingbo was about to draw his sword for him, he suddenly heard a voice: "Wait!"

(End of this chapter)