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Chapter 227 Quanzhen Rules

"Cough..." The fat Taoist interrupted him and drew his sword, "I don't understand a few moves. I have heard for a long time that my junior brother is very good at martial arts. May I ask you a lesson?"

Fang Xian was startled, finally understood what this guy meant, and said again and again: "No need, I was just lucky. If we really fight, I can't beat senior brother."

"It's okay, why don't you give it a try, learn from each other, learn from each other..." The fat Taoist smiled and winked at the younger brother next to him.

The younger brother understood, and put the long sword into Fang Xian's hand stunned in the past.

"Oh? The younger brother drew his sword, okay, let's make gestures!" The fat Taoist didn't have to stop, and swung his sword.

Fang Xian had no choice but to dodge back and forth using the starting method.

The fat Taoist swung left and right, he was very embarrassed, but he didn't even brush Fang Xian's hair.

"Brother, you are tired, take a rest."

"No... you can't..." The fat Taoist priest followed up with several more moves, but still to no avail.

Fang Xian thought about it, and didn't want to save face, he just pretended to stagger, to show his weakness, it doesn't matter whether a bunch of small fights win or lose.

The fat Taoist thought that his strength was exhausted, he jumped in the air, and slashed at Fang Xian's head with his sword.

Fang Xian was furious, did this Taoist want human life?

He also had to twist his body sideways, but his body was too weak, and he twisted incompletely.

The fat Taoist wiped Fang Xian's face with his sword, leaving only a bloodstain.

Fang Xian suffered from pain, and was angry in his heart. If you let you make a move, you will beat people to death, what is your intention.

Seeing that the fat Taoist's sword hadn't stopped yet, his instinct that had been sharpened after all came to light, and he swung his sword subconsciously to fight back, stabbing towards his abdomen with the sword.

The fat Taoist was shocked, he lost his heart, and he was afraid that he would be seriously injured.

But looking at it again, Yang Guo's sword is weak and weak, the speed is extremely slow, it doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner is too weak, the fat Taoist saw that there was still time, so he gathered his internal strength and swung his sword to block it.

"Get up!!!" The fat Taoist yelled emotionally, raising his cultivation to the extreme, and under the influence of that "exquisite" internal force, he directly shook the sword in Yang Guo's hand.

Fang Xian was shocked by this inner strength, his hands went numb, and his body went numb too.

Without internal strength, it's just such unlucky luck. If he had one percent of the internal strength back then, he would be able to play with this fat man today.

He hated it in his heart, but he was so shocked that he couldn't resist it.

The fat Taoist was amused, this kid is really just a showman, he took advantage of his hands, but he didn't stop on his feet, even if he took a step forward, he tapped Fang Xian's forehead with the tip of his sword.

"Junior Brother, you are still a little bit worse."

This battle has already attracted many disciples, seeing the fat Taoist arrogantly shaking Fang Xian's weapon and winning completely, they all applaud again and again.

The little brother of the fat Taoist repeatedly shouted: "So that's the way it is, that's what Yang Guo's kung fu is like."

Another younger brother echoed: "I think it's because Da'erba is too weak. We, senior brother Lu, will definitely win if we go up."

People have the mentality of "hating the rich". When they see others doing well, they will hate him.

This remark seemed to point out these disciples suddenly, they thought - Daerba must be too weak, if Yang Guo bumped into him, maybe he could win by himself.

Thinking of this, it seems that everyone has comfort in their hearts, and they are in balance.

For a while, everyone whispered.

"Dalba has only one trick, and I can avoid it."

"Qiu Daochang must have passed on his unique skills, so he won by luck."

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Seeing this, the fat Taoist became proud, he defeated Yang Guo in front of so many people, he was very happy, so he put down his sword, pulled Yang Guo up and said, "Junior brother, we martial arts practitioners still have to forge our roots. Don't get carried away!"

Fang Xian felt all kinds of embarrassment in his heart. Looking at the faces of these people, he also knew that the Quanzhen Sect would decline.

He had seen a lot, but he was not angry, he just got up and dusted the dust.

"Senior brother taught me a lesson, you are a role model for me!"

"Haha!" The fat Taoist was very proud, "In a few days it will be the Martial Arts Tournament, Junior Brother, you still need to practice hard."

Fang Xian smiled wryly: "Yang Guo is not good at learning, so don't make a fool of yourself, and participate again next year."

The fat Taoist shook his head again and again: "That can't be done. Daoist Qiu asked you to go by name. He said he wanted to see your recent progress. If you don't participate, you won't disgrace Master Zhao and Daoist Qiu."

"…………"

Seeing that Fang Xian was speechless, the fat Taoist thought that he was afraid, and said with a smile: "It's okay, please beg me, I will teach you a few tricks, and when the time comes, if you perform well, you won't embarrass the master."

Fang Xian just thought it was funny, Qiu Chuji had already taught Quanzhen's unique move that night, and he wanted you, a little fat man, to hang up.

Seeing that he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the fat Taoist immediately said angrily, "Are you looking down on me?"

"Don't dare."

"Hmph." The fat Taoist's face suddenly changed, and he said angrily, "Yang Guo, don't think that you are the boss of the fourth generation."

Many people find Yang Guo's indifferent appearance very displeasing, and this is a complete explosion.

The people around retreated one after another, looking at Yang Guo pitifully, knowing that the fat Taoist priest was about to show his prestige. Everyone was bullied when they came in, but Yang Guo was too special, and the fat Taoist priest didn't dare to touch him at the time. Inevitably.

"Don't go!" the fat Taoist said sternly, "Everyone should see clearly who is the first."

"Brother, you are the number one, I'm not far behind." Fang Xian replied quickly.

"Hmph, that's not what your eyes say." The fat Taoist approached step by step, "We have our rules here, if you lose the competition, you can either give money or help with chores for a week, you choose."

"Didn't you say it earlier?"

"Haha, this is a rule. Everyone knows it, so there is no need to say it." The fat Taoist priest looked beautiful again.

"Hey..." Fang Xian wiped the blood off his face, picked up the long sword, pointed at the fat Taoist priest, and said, "One more round, if I lose, I will help you with a year's work; if you lose, we will be cleared. "

"Oh?!" The fat Taoist immediately laughed, "Washing vegetables, cleaning toilets, all of them?"

"do all."

"Okay!" The fat Taoist once again held his sword and said to the crowd, "Everyone can hear clearly, don't let this kid play tricks."

Everyone agreed and waited to see a good show.

"Start?" Fang Xian asked.

"Just come!" The fat Taoist disapproved.

Fang Xian didn't hold back this time, and immediately stepped on the wave to kill.

The fat Taoist knew that his body skills were strange, it must have been passed by Qiu Daochang, as long as he guarded against these few steps, he would surely win.

Thinking about it in his heart, he was not in a hurry to attack, so he wanted to deal with Fang Xian like the last time.

Seeing Fang Xian rushing forward, he swung his big arm, using the long sword as a spear, and threw it straight.

The fat Taoist has never seen such a style of play. Everyone is competing with you for one move and I for one move. They are comparing routines, but this kid has a strange style of play and doesn't follow the routine.

Shocked, the fat Taoist froze for a moment, and quickly swung his sword to block it.

There was a "bang", fortunately Fang Xian didn't have enough strength, the fat Taoist priest was slow to react, but he blocked it firmly.

Just as he was about to look for Yang Guo again, he felt a chill on his neck, at some point Yang Guo had rushed behind him, holding a dagger against his neck.

To deal with an opponent of this level, even if he has no internal strength, Fang Xian still has a thousand ways, just wanting to save face.At this time, the fat Taoist toasted and refused to eat fine wine, so he had to use the simplest method to restrain him.

"You...you...you are cheating." The fat Taoist said woodenly.

"So what if you're cheating." Fang Xian leaned into his ear and said coldly, "You were still playing with mud when Master came out to kill people."

After saying that, he let go of the fat Taoist priest, put away his dagger and walked away.

Others saw this battle clearly. Yang Guo's footwork was indeed strange, but he didn't go anywhere fast. It was just that the sword throw came too suddenly. The fat Taoist had never seen such a level of cultivation before, and he was stunned. The slow response gave Yang Guo a chance.

"What are you looking at, it's gone." The fat Taoist waved his arms and cursed fiercely.

Everyone didn't dare to stay any longer, so they dispersed.

Several younger brothers surrounded him.

"Hmph, it's just that Daoist Qiu passed on a footwork, except for that, there is nothing..." The fat Taoist felt all kinds of dissatisfaction in his heart, the elder was too partial.

"Senior Brother Lu, I have a plan." The younger brother said.

"Oh? Junior Brother Yuan, what do you think?"

"In a few days, there will be martial arts competition. This kid will still rely on his footwork to be arrogant. We just need to..."

The fat Taoist frowned after hearing this plan: "Is this appropriate?"

"Hehe, Senior Brother, Daoist Zhao also wanted Yang Guo to make a fool of himself, right? You are the boss of our fourth generation, how can you let Yang Guo steal the limelight? The opportunity to show yourself in front of the elders only comes once a year, so you must grasp it well."

The fat Taoist nodded when he heard the words: "Okay...then do it cleanly, and don't get left out of the conversation."

That night, Fang Xian was lying on the bunk, listening to the snoring of other disciples as usual, his mind was churning——

"Book of Filial Piety"...

This scripture was really too boring, and I fell asleep thinking about it.

The game timeline is very convenient. Generally speaking, the moment you open and close your eyes is the next morning.

But it was different this time, as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a pain in his foot and started up again and again.

All the disciples were awakened by his exclamation, and got up to scold and ask.

"Yang Guo, have you had a dream?"

Fang Xian only felt his ankles were on fire, and he didn't answer, he gritted his teeth and opened his trouser legs.

There was no trauma on the right foot, but it felt that the muscles and bones were a little out of place. Looking carefully, the ankle was already swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, someone twisted my ankle." Fang Xian cursed to himself, and only after he finished cursing did he realize that what he said was mentally retarded.

The disciple next to him laughed loudly: "Yang Guo, did you twist your ankle in a dream?"

Fang Xian snorted deeply and scanned the room.

Apparently, someone took advantage of his sleeping time to commit crimes. This group of wastes are not good at martial arts, but they have some small tricks.

According to their good fortune, it is impossible to disappear instantly after twisting their feet.

It seems……

Fang Xian propped himself up and got out of bed, bowed his head and said, "Come out."

The man must have been hiding under the bed.

"What's wrong, sleep." A disciple next to him blew out the oil lamp in Yang Guo's hand.

"..." Fang Xian finally understood, maybe the whole room was trying to make things difficult for him.

Even if I find out the people under the bed now, I'm afraid they will have a way to escape.

In desperation, he pretended to kick over the chamber pot, fell a somersault, and spilled all the yellow, white, thin, and thick things in the pot under the bed.

I only heard a muffled cry from under the bed, that kind of "woo woo woo" sound.

When the other disciples heard this voice, their faces trembled, but they pretended not to know.

"Ah... Brothers, I accidentally kicked over the chamber pot, I'll clean it up now."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning, sleep." A person next to him shouted.

"Aren't you afraid of smell?"

"...Don't be afraid."

The stench had already permeated, but this group of disciples endured it as if nothing had happened.

There is nothing good in this house.

Thinking of this, he limped out, closed the door, and leaned against the side to listen.

(End of this chapter)