Author: Master Mo 159

Guo Jing glanced at everyone present. Whether they were enemies or friends, they looked kind and kind-hearted.

He couldn't help laughing.

He couldn't help but sigh that it was not unreasonable that Zhou Zhe and Mu Yi and Mu Nianci could not fight these bad guys.

They are too simple. They really think that people like Wanyan Kang and Dong Zhibo are really generous and large numbers of people? If they eat this in public, would they really not care?

In Guo Jing's view, the only way to deal with such people is to make them feel pain.

If they can't forget the pain, they will naturally have a memory.

"I can go to the royal palace, but these friends asked them to leave here first." Guo Jing pointed at Mu Yi, Mu Nianci and Zhou Zhe and others.

"Okay, Xiao Wang promised you." Wanyan Kang said with pain and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, Wanyan Kang's guards really made way out, and the crowd quickly made way out.

"Brother Chen, this," Zhou Zhe hesitated and looked back at Guo Jing and said.

"Brother Zhou, you still have a family here, so there is no need to touch this muddy water. I will take care of the matter here alone, so I will take care of it alone. There are also Brother Mu and Miss Mu, you will leave here."

Guo Jing said without hesitation.

Zhou Zhe bowed and bowed, said, taking care of himself and left the place. Mu Yi and Mu Nianci also finally left the place under Guo Jing's urging.

Soon, Guo Jing was left in the audience.

The rest of the people were all kinds of people under the little prince.

At this time, Wanyan Kang's men surrounded Guo Jing in the middle and stared at Guo Jing nervously.

"Let's go, Guo Jing." Wanyan Kang said coldly.

"Now the person you asked for is also let go. Next, I will follow Xiao Wang to the palace and let Xiao Wang treat you well."

As he said that, Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng stepped on their own steps and surrounded Guo Jing's two ways.

They were fully prepared. Regardless of whether Guo Jing went or not, they were all ready to force Guo Jing away.

Guo Jing's eyes swept the audience faintly and said with a smile,

"I didn't expect that the subordinates of Taoist priest Changchunzi of Quanzhen Sect would accept such a disciple. Let's go."

Guo Jing took two steps forward and walked into the attack circle of Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziwen without any defense, and even the most basic Quanzhen internal strength did not work.

Seeing this, Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng showed a hint of joy on their faces.

This guy fell into the trap! The two old fried dough sticks were overjoyed.

"Give it to you!"

"Let's go!"

The kind-eyed Liang Ziweng and the calm Peng Lianhu shouted, and each made a move to capture Guo Jing.

Peng Lianhu's palm was not big, but he made a very quick move. He surrounded his palms with green air and quickly grabbed Guo Jing's left arm like lightning.

Liang Ziweng grabbed Guo Jing's right hand with an ordinary palm, and it seemed that there was no trick, but if you look closely, you could see a faint red color in his palm. It was Liang Ziweng's unique hidden weapon, Ziwu's soul-breaking nail.

The two of them took action very quickly, one second before, and the other second was kind-hearted, and the next second was a storm. They were both their own killer moves. They did not attack Guo Jing's vital points. All they had to do was to capture Guo Jing in one fell swoop.

Guo Jing was unprepared and had no time to use any exercises.

There was no real energy in front of him, and he didn't even show an ordinary defensive posture, standing straight in place and waiting for death.

Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng showed joy on their faces.

If you underestimate them so much, even the five-level masters will not have time to defend themselves.

The two of them once again accelerated their moves and were about to take down Guo Jing.

Just as the two of them were about to be next to Guo Jing, two loud shouts suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Wait a minute!"

“Take a slow start!”

A gentle and a irritable voice.

A gray figure suddenly flew out of the crowd, and an invisible strange weapon flew out of his hand. The invisible weapon was swung in the air and had already flown into Peng Lianhu's hand, tightly binding Peng Lianhu's wrist.

Peng Lianhu immediately felt a huge force coming on his arm, and he could no longer move forward.

He quickly pulled back hard, and with a snap, the weapon was broken by him.

Guo Jing’s offensive on the left was instantly resolved.

On his right, six figures flew out of the crowd almost at the same time.

The six figures were confused and caught Liang Ziweng back with his arms and others.

Before Liang Ziweng could react, he lost his gravity in an instant and was lifted up high.

He immediately let out a strange cry, trying to break free, but his limbs seemed to be bound to iron rings. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

Guo Jing's attack on the right was also instantly lifted.

However, if Peng Lianhu was temporarily stopped, Liang Ziweng was arrested directly.

The gray figure blocked Peng Lianhu and stepped forward and carried Guo Jing away and jumped aside.

The scene suddenly became several pieces.

On the one hand, Peng Lianhu Hou Tonghai stood in front of the little prince Wanyan Kang.

On the other side, one is six people carrying Liang Ziweng, and the other is a gray Taoist standing in front of Guo Jing.

Peng Lianhu was close to the gray Taoist. He glanced at the invisible weapon that had just stopped him. It turned out to be a whisk. The silk strip on the whisk had been grabbed by him, leaving only a handle.

The soft whisk can have such great strength, which can block your palm power.

Peng Lianhu's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth,

"The Taoist Master's martial arts are inseparable from me. Could it be that he is a famous Quanzhen Sect in the world? I wonder which fellow Taoist fellow Qizi of Quanzhen?"

The gray figure glanced at Peng Lianhu, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you be the famous Peng Lianhu Peng Village Master?"

Peng Lianhu nodded and agreed.

The gray figure didn't speak, but just walked half a step forward, then took his feet back.

Everyone looked at the ground and couldn't help but look at each other.

I saw that the extremely hard bluestone slab was gently stepped on by the gray figure, and a deep footprint suddenly appeared.

You know, the gray figure was wearing only an ordinary gray cloth shoes.

Peng Lianhu was shocked immediately and said,

"Can the Taoist priest be the real person of King Chuyi of Yuyangzi, known as the Iron Feet Fairy?"

The gray figure shook his head and said,

"The boss of Peng's village is so serious. It's true that the king is the king. However, if the real person is not a real person, I don't dare to be a person."

Peng Lianhu then confirmed that the person in front of him was the Iron Feet Immortal King of Quanzhen Sect.
Chapter completed!