All he saw was a thin, middle-aged Tibetan monk wearing a red robe and a golden crown.

The other one was wearing a light yellow brocade robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed like a nobleman. He was about thirty years old, with a ruthless look on his face.

Yang Guo vaguely guessed the other party's identity, but didn't mention it for the time being.

Guo Jing saw that their faces did not look like people from the Central Plains, so he asked: "I wonder who you two are?"

The noble young master opened the folding fan in his hand and said calmly: "Who are you?"

Guo Jing was silent for a long time, knowing that it was not appropriate for him to reveal his true identity in front of outsiders, so he said: "I am the disciple of these teachers!"

The noble prince snorted coldly: "I can't believe there are people like you in the Quanzhen Religion."

The contempt in his words made Qiu Chuji look sulky.

Guo Jing vaguely saw the flames soaring into the sky outside the hall, and asked in a deep voice: "What grudge do you two have against the Quanzhen Sect? Why did you set the temple on fire?"

"Hey, I'm talking to your teacher, why do you, a junior, interrupt?"

Your young master is somewhat afraid of Guo Jing and does not want to be in opposition to him.

"It's too arrogant for you to act so recklessly!"

Guo Jing was furious when he heard this.

The noble master was also a little unhappy at this moment: "If you feel something is wrong, you can come up and ask for advice. If you can take my thirty moves, what if I spare these bull-nosed Taoist priests?"

"Uncle Guo, they are obviously here to cause trouble, why do you need to reason with them anymore!"

When Yang Guo saw that Guo Jing was so angry at Huo Dou's scoundrels, he immediately spoke out to explain.

After hearing this, Guo Jing felt that he was talking too much nonsense. In addition, the fire was getting stronger and stronger, and it would soon reach the Chongyang Palace. He suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed Huo Dou's left shoulder. The palm of his hand was slightly stronger.

Huo Dou's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly used his power to resist.

A layer of purple energy appeared on his face, but it disappeared in an instant, as if he had used his energy to resist it. As long as purple energy appeared on his face three times, his internal organs would be seriously injured.

"Ho!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Tibetan monk on the side shouted at Guo Jing with a golden pestle in his hand.

Guo Jing immediately changed his grip to his palm and hit Huo Du on the shoulder. Then he grabbed it with both hands and clamped down on the opponent's thick golden pestle. He immediately kicked it out, causing him to fall down and roll around on the ground several times.

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Guo Jing didn't have many skills in these two hands. He only used his deep internal strength that was far superior to the two of them to subdue them, in order to frighten the other party and make them dare not act rashly again.

Huo Dudeng took several steps back, his left shoulder was in unbearable pain, his expression changed several times, but he finally suppressed his displeasure and did not take action.

"Please tell me your surname!"

Huo Dou asked with his face flushed, his tone was already very polite and he did not dare to do it again.

Guo Jing still refused to reveal his true identity and said: "My humble name is nothing to me. Masters Ma, Qiu and Wang here are all my mentors!"

Huo Dou was doubtful, thinking that he had fought with those old Taoists for hundreds of moves just now, but they were not that good at all. They only relied on the Tiangang Beidou Formation to resist stubbornly. If I were to fight alone, who would be my opponent?

, how could there be such a powerful disciple.

"Your Excellency's martial arts skills are amazing. Xiao Ke is very impressed. Ten years later, I will come back to learn from you!"

As he spoke, he cupped his hands.

Guo Jing said: "Ten years later, I will just wait here for you!"

Huo Du snorted coldly, secretly whispered a few words in Tibetan to the middle-aged Tibetan monk's ear, and then the middle-aged Tibetan monk left angrily.

Seeing the enemy retreat, Ma Yu and others breathed a sigh of relief, and then helped the old white-haired Taoist who was lying on the ground up. Guo Jing looked closely and saw that it was Hao Datong, the son of Guangning.

But seeing that his face was as golden as paper and his breathing was shallow, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Guo Jing stepped forward and untied his Taoist robe, and was shocked and said: "Is this the Mahamudra Kung Fu of the Tibetan sect?"

Although this palm is not poisonous, in terms of skill, it is still superior to the spiritual master of the year!

After Guo Jing took his pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hao Datong has practiced Xuanmen's authentic internal skills for many years, and his internal strength is quite strong. As long as this big mudra is non-toxic, his life will be fine.

Even though some disciples helped Hao Datong go down.

Ma Yu and others withdrew from Juju and waited until they left the Chongyang Palace. They saw the fire gradually spreading to Juju. As the palace collapsed, beams broke and tiles collapsed, turning into ashes, everything returned to calm.

Seeing this scene, Ma Yu was easy-going and had no worries, and just sighed slightly. However, Qiu Chuji had a bad temper, which was getting worse as he got older. Looking at the blazing fire, he gritted his teeth and cursed continuously.

Afterwards, everyone came to the front hall to discuss the matter. After Ma Yu and others

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Guo Jing also understood the ins and outs of the discussion.

It turns out that Li Mochou, the red-trained fairy of the Ancient Tomb Sect, deliberately spread rumors in the world in order to obtain the unique skills of the Ancient Tomb Sect, saying that the Little Dragon Girl of the Ancient Tomb Sect was in her prime, beautiful and beautiful, and wanted to recruit her on her eighteenth birthday.

Son-in-law, I deliberately attracted people from all over the world to harass me.

The Quanzhen Sect has a close relationship with the ancestors of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and the Ancient Tomb was the retreat place of the founder of the sect. Naturally, outsiders were not allowed to intrude, so even if they spontaneously organized themselves, they set up many obstacles at the foot of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, this group of Mongolians sneaked up the mountain from nowhere, set fire to the temple, and attacked Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others. Hao Datong was seriously injured by a palm. Otherwise, with their martial arts, they would not be controlled by the opponent.

After learning the truth, Guo Jing was also very depressed and told what happened to him. Hearing this, Ma Yu and others had different expressions on their faces. Qiu Chuji had not yet dissipated the depression in his heart, and he even shouted at the crime: "Asshole

, call Zhijing in!"

Not long after, Taoist Taoist Chang-beard, who had just presided over the formation, walked in. He glanced at Guo Jing awkwardly, his expression looked extremely unnatural, and he seemed to know the whole story.

Yang Guo secretly took a look at the other person and secretly thought that this person is Zhao Zhijing?

When Qiu Chuji saw Zhao Zhijing approaching, he immediately scolded him, then pointed at him and apologized to Guo Jing several times before he felt a little relieved.

Yang Guo looked at it and couldn't help but feel speechless for a while, thinking that you taught him such a lesson in front of outsiders and didn't save him face. No wonder the other party hates you so deeply. He can't do anything to you, but your precious disciple can't do anything to you.

It's going to be in trouble!

After venting his anger, Qiu Chuji sat back down.

After Ma Yu learned that his disciples had come to report that the fire had been put out, he breathed a sigh of relief and noticed Yang Guo next to Guo Jing.

Ma Yu smiled and said: "Jing'er, this is your son! No wonder he has such superb martial arts at such a young age. You taught him well!"

Guo Jing said: "No, this is the posthumous son of my sworn brother Yang Kang!"

When Qiu Chuji heard Yang Kang's name, his heart trembled. He took a closer look at Yang Guo, and sure enough, he saw something vaguely like Yang Kang between his eyebrows.

Thinking of Yang Kang as his only lay disciple, although this disciple was unworthy and had numerous faults, every time he thought about it, he felt that it was his fault of improper discipline that led him astray, and he often felt guilty.

Now that I heard that he had descendants alive, I felt sad and happy at the same time, so I hurriedly asked about it.

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