Author: Master Mo 159

Guo Jing paused for a moment and said with a smile,

"Okay, little beggar, you are a hero and righteous person!"

"Can you do it?" Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing suspiciously.

Huang Rong also thought that the liar who came in front of her, who had no idea why, would dare to deceive herself. When she heard the name of the Beggars' Sect, she would definitely run away and would not dare to pay too much attention.

I didn't expect that Guo Jing really wanted to give it a try.

Guo Jing turned to look at Zhao Zhenxi and bowed and said,

"I am Guo Jing, you are."

Zhao Zhenxi couldn't figure out what Guo Jing sold in the gourd.

Based on the principle of being cautious, Zhao Zhenxi also bowed and introduced his name.

"It turned out to be the elder Zhao Zhenxi Zhao, who was disrespectful." Guo Jing said suddenly.

"But I heard from this little brother that the Zhangjiakou Beggars' Sect caused a lot of controversy to chase a pony and wanted to force the little brother to ask for his pony. I don't know whether it is true or false."

Guo Jing asked.

"Oh, misunderstandings. There is no such thing as robbery. It's just that our beggars' brothers have spent a lot of effort to chase the little horse these days, but they haven't chased him. As a result, this little brother has chased him, and we spent some money

I just want to buy it, but I don’t mean anything else.”

Zhao Zhenxi explained seriously.

He said this very objectively. He had not said that it was because the Beggars' Sect was exhausted after three days of arresting the pony, so he gave Huang Rong a chance. He had already saved face.

"Not the elder, we caught it right away, this kid just took the lead!"

"I'm not convinced!"

"I'm not convinced either!"

Many disciples of the Beggars' Sect expressed dissatisfaction when they heard what Zhao Zhenxi said.

"It's useless if you don't accept it, I just won't give it!" Huang Rong said with a smile.

"you!"

Many disciples of the Beggar Gang were so angry that they saw Huang Rong's pride.

Guo Jing was giggling in his heart. Huang Rong, the future leader of the Beggars' Sect, was now angry with the Beggars' Sect, which was also considered an internal strife among their Beggars' Sect.

Zhao Zhenxi pondered for a moment and said,

"I came here this time just to go to the desert to find the gang leader and disciples who have been rumored in the world recently. I'm just passing by here."

Guo Jing suddenly interrupted Zhao Zhenxi and asked.

"Wait a minute, Elder Zhao, what did you say?"

"Gangmaster disciple?"

Zhao Zhenxi nodded and said.

"Have you heard of it? Recently, rumors in the world that our Shenlong Gang Master Hong, who was not in sight, have taken a disciple in the desert. This incident has been the hottest news recently."

"I came here this time and went to the desert to find this disciple."

"Yeah?"

Guo Jing's face was a little strange.

Why does this sound so familiar?

A few days ago, I used the Seventh Lord Successor to deceive the three masters under Wanyan Honglie. Now, a month later, there has been a rumor that there are Seventh Lord disciples in the desert circulating in the world.

It won't have anything to do with me.

Zhao Zhenxi waved his hand, skipped the topic, and said,

"Our Beggars' Sect is a big gang, and you and I are both martial arts practitioners. It's better for us to use our martial arts to decide where this horse is going."

"As the elder of the Beggars' Sect, I will sit in the east this time, and I will stand here. If the young hero can move my steps half a step, I will lead these gang members away, which will be no trouble. What do you think?"

Zhao Zhenxi said, exerting a little force on the ground, and he saw two footprints immediately under his feet, including his feet.

The other Beggars' Gang thought that the Nine Bag Elders had all made a move, and the opponent would definitely have no choice, so they all agreed.

"Then I will offend you."

Guo Jing grinned and made a move.

He took action and two powerful Nanshan palm techniques were slashed out as the leading soldiers.

"Good strength, but unfortunately the palm technique is a bit rough."

Zhao Zhenxi's hands sank, and an internal force spread from his dantian. He raised his hand and handed over and blocked Guo Jing's Nanshan Palm Technique.

"Puchi!"

Huang Rong laughed out loud.

"You dare to show off just this little bit of two-legged kung fu."

Guo Jingnanshan’s palm technique failed, so he immediately changed the move to the mutant-shattered hand. His palms bent left and right to avoid Zhao Zhenxi’s palms and hit the weak point on his arm.

"Good method!"

Zhao Zhenxi's eyes lit up, and he used some skills to protect the acupoints on his arm and slapped his palms back.

But this time, Zhao Zhenxi was more serious than last time. He still beat him casually this time, but this time he used his unique palm technique.

"The Nine Bag Elder is indeed extraordinary! Then take another move!"

Seeing that Zhao Zhenxi's palm technique was exquisite, Guo Jing became excited again.

Isn’t this another baby with the same experience as Ouyang Ke? Advanced training is hard to come by.

Guo Jing shouted deeply and started to operate the Quanzhen Heart Method.

I saw a little light of light blue internal force light on my palm, which was the internal force generated by the Quanzhenxin Method.

After Guo Jing regards Zhao Zhenxi as an experienced baby, he stops his ordinary martial arts.

Instead, it started to operate a mixed version of the Nanshan Palm Technique that he had figured out for a thousand miles in a flash.

This time, he not only integrated the Nanshan Palm and the Bone Split Hand, but also combined the several moves he had comprehended when he was against the enemy, plus Ouyang Ke's Snow Mountain God Camel Palm.

He used a four-no-like palm technique.

Zhao Zhenxi stood firmly and faced Guo Jing.

At the beginning of the first dozen moves, Guo Jing's palm technique was extremely messy and had no rules to follow. One palm in the east and the other palm was messy.

Zhao Zhenxi still felt disapproving.

By the time of forty or fifty palms, Guo Jing's palm techniques had certain rules, and the chaotic palm techniques began to become orderly.

When it came to more than a hundred palms, Guo Jing was already playing well, and his palm techniques tended to be fully integrated.

Zhao Zhenxi became more and more shocked as he fought.

Why is this kid in front of him getting stronger and stronger as if he is using himself to improve.

How could there be such a genius talent? It's simply unimaginable.

Suddenly, a thought came to Zhao Zhenxi's mind. If he could trick this kid into their Beggars' Sect, it might take a few years for their Beggars' Sect to have another master.

“This is no more useful than a horse.”

"Stop and stop!"

Zhao Zhenxi suddenly stopped and suddenly jumped out of the footprints under his feet.

Guo Jing is still intoxicated by the joy of modifying and perfecting the palm techniques, and has not had enough fun yet.

As soon as Zhao Zhenxi stopped, Guo Jing was still a little unsatisfied.

"Oh, Elder Zhao, you haven't moved your steps yet, why did you move yourself?"

Guo Jing said regretfully.

"Haha, no need, no need, I'll give this horse to this brother." Zhao Zhenxi laughed.

"I just think that I lost in this game."

Zhao Zhenxi stroked his beard and said peacefully.

"Elder, what does this mean!"

"Didn't you say that this kid will win you?"

"I think this kid can't beat the elder."

When the Beggars' Gang heard this, they raised questions one after another.
Chapter completed!