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Chapter 177 The Enemy Meets, Extremely Jealous

After leaving the station of Prince Mu's Mansion, Yang Guo and others returned to the branch of Qingmutang along the way.

After staying in Yu Branch for a day, Yang Guo also explained what he should have to say, so he said goodbye to Guan Anji and others, and asked Xu Tianchuan and Taoist Xuanzhen to rush back to Suzhou to recruit people as soon as possible.

Then three days passed, and it was the end of the month.

Yang Guo drew Huang Yaoshi's "The Blink of an Finger" from the system sign-in.

He was worried that there was no way to hit people from afar, and he didn't expect that as soon as he fell asleep, the system sent a pillow.

Although there are many martial arts among the 72 Shaolin's unique skills that hurt people from a distance, these 72 unique skills are too evil. If it were not forbidden, he would not dare to use them randomly.

Fortunately, this premise that the blink of an eye and the practicality of his fingers also added a lot of ways to defeat the enemy.

On this day, when he passed by a market town, two beggars suddenly blocked his way.

The two of them bowed their fists and asked, "Dare you ask if it's Yang Guo and Young Master Yang?"

Yang Guo felt a stern and said hurriedly: "I am Yang Guo, are you two brothers from the Beggars' Sect? I wonder which side they belong to?"

One of them said: "We are the Northern Beggars' Sect, the subordinates of the leader Qiao Gang!"

Yang Guo quickly dismounted and asked, "Is my elder brother still safe recently?"

The two looked at each other and said, "The gang leader has had a big incident recently. The gang leader really can't get away. Now we two are here to send a message to Young Master Yang for the gang leader."

"Please say, two!"

"According to the message from the brothers in the gang, the person the young hero was looking for appeared near Zhongnan Mountain seven days ago. It seemed that after he came down from the mountain, he disappeared."

"But I think there is news now. When Young Master Yang arrives in Shaanxi, my brothers from our gang will contact you!"

When Yang Guo heard this, he was immediately excited.

I should have thought of this world, but Xiaolongnu has never left the ancient tomb. Where can I go?

Fortunately, I was so stupid that I was looking for her all over the world. I was so stupid!

He immediately took out two gold ingots and thanked them, and drove his horse to Zhongnan Mountain.

...

When Yang Guo came to Shaanxi, many disciples of the Beggars' Sect came and kept providing him with the whereabouts of Xiaolongnu.

When he knew that Xiaolongnu had a grudge with Quanzhen Sect and fought, Yang Guo became suspicious and asked which of the seven sons of Quanzhen was fighting with her.

Unexpectedly, the Beggars' Gang's disciple said that when dealing with a girl in white, there was no need for Quanzhen's seven sons to take action. It was just Shen Zhifan, a third-generation disciple of Quanzhen Sect, and two fourth-generation disciples.

When Yang Guo heard this, he instantly guessed that the other party was not Xiaolongnu, but probably the girl Lu Wushuang.

With Xiaolongnu's martial arts, unless the seven sons of Quanzhen join forces or have some chance of winning in the Quanzhen Sect, fighting alone is not her opponent, let alone a small three-generation disciple.

"Am Is my aunt still in the ancient tomb? She may be still waiting for me...I will go back and take a look no matter what I say!"

After Yang Guo immediately said goodbye to the disciples of the Beggars' Sect, he rushed towards Zhongnan Mountain.

After walking hundreds of miles in an instant, he returned to the ancient tomb, but after he had patrolled the ancient tomb, there was still no Xiaolongnu.

But the furnishings in the ancient tombs are clean and tidy, just like someone has cleaned them frequently.

It was not until then that he suddenly realized that Xiaolongnu had been in the ancient tomb. Even if she left, she had only left recently.

"Yang Guo, Yang Guo, you think you have all the initiative, but who would have thought you were just the biggest fool in the world in the end!"

He came to the stone room where the coffin was placed with a lonely look on his face. After worshiping Grandma Sun, he left Zhongnan Mountain with a loss.

Reading a book by rice ball

At this moment, a group of Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect came towards him.

He didn't want to make trouble, but he unexpectedly saw a girl in white who was very incompatible with this group of Taoists.

Could it be Lu Wushuang?

She was actually captured by the Taoist priest of Quanzhen Sect and returned to Zhongnan Mountain?

Yang Guo secretly wondered that her martial arts skills should not have encountered such difficulties, but after seeing a few familiar figures, she suddenly realized it.

It turns out that in addition to Shen Zhifan, the third generation disciple, there are two other three generation disciples, one of whom happens to be an old acquaintance of Yang Guo!

"I didn't want to cause trouble for you, but you thought you hit the gun of my master, so I can't blame me!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Guo's eyes, and he jumped, and his sword suddenly came out of the sheath, as a faint light passed by the eyes of the Quanzhen Sect. In an instant, the grass, trees, sand and stones flew up like wind swept away the remaining clouds.

The Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect were startled by the sudden appearance of the vision and were all focused on their guard.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, a deep valley several feet long and more than a few feet deep appeared on the ground in front of them, as if it was cut open by a sword. The cut was extremely flat and shocking.

"Master Zhao, don't be fine!"

Yang Guo stared at the long-bearded Taoist in front of him with a cold expression.

When Zhao Zhijing suddenly saw Yang Guo, he was so scared that his soul was rising. His healing broken fingers seemed to be like the first time, and healed and painful.

"Yang...Yang Guo...How come you are here?"

Zhao Zhijing hesitated and looked at a loss.

Not only him, but also Shen Zhifan and another third-generation disciple. Except for the newly entered fourth-generation disciples, the rest of the others have seen each other's strength.

When Lu Wushuang saw that Zhao Zhijing, who was originally very powerful and was unable to resist, was so afraid of a handsome boy in white. He also felt that it was very novel.

"Hey, why does this kid look familiar?"

Lu Wushuang felt that he had seen the other person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and only remembered it a long time ago.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing and others who looked like they were facing a great enemy, Yang Guo sneered: "Master Zhao seems to be afraid of me?"

"By the way, don't you still have nine fingers?"

Yang Guo's words made Zhao Zhijing's heart tremble. He couldn't help but clench his fists, and did not dare to expose the remaining nine fingers.

"Yang Guo, what exactly are you going to do?"

Zhao Zhijing was shocked and angry, and immediately yelled in a roar that could not resist the pressure.

Yang Guo said: "Since you meet this today, you will naturally have to fulfill your promise. Master Zhao, are you doing it yourself? Or will I help you?"

"A friendly reminder, if you do it yourself, you can choose which finger to cut. If I do it, then maybe I will be fine!"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned pale, sweat spread on his forehead. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to resist and fight to the death with Yang Guo. However, he thought that the other party's magical skills were great and he was no match at all, so he was forced to cut off his fingers after being beaten.

It’s better to have a choice as Yang Guo said.

But what if I win?

No, no... there is no such possibility!

This ridiculous thought only flashed through Zhao Zhijing's mind and was immediately rejected by him.

"Yang Guo, you forced me!"

Zhao Zhijing shouted in anger.

"That's right, men just need to be bloody..."

Before Yang Guo finished speaking, he saw Zhao Zhijing raise his sword and cut off the ring finger of his left hand. It was so clean and neat, with his hands rising and falling, without blinking his eyes.
Chapter completed!
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