Within two minutes, the dozens of Daoist priests from Quan Zhen Sect were all lying on the ground. Their faces were pale and it was obvious that they no longer had the strength to fight.
Guo Jing stood proudly with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless expert.
Guo Jing cupped his fists at the dozens of Taoist priests sitting on the ground and said.
"Everyone, this Guo has offended you."
After saying that, Guo Jing looked at Zhao Zhijing with displeasure in his eyes.
"Zhao Zhijing, as a disciple of Quan Zhen Sect, you don't even know what's right and wrong and directly accuse me of being a Mongolian Tartar. Since you can't differentiate right from wrong, I'll teach you the rules on behalf of Quan Zhen Sect.”
Although Guo Jing was usually kind, it didn't mean that he was a pushover.
When Guo Jing was young, he had become sworn brothers with Zhou Botong. According to seniority, Zhao Zhijing was the grand-disciple of the old naughty boy, Zhou Botong.
Therefore, it was reasonable for Guo Jing to teach Zhao Zhijing a lesson on behalf of Quan Zhen Sect.
When Zhao Zhijing heard Guo Jing's words, he was instantly shocked. After witnessing Guo Jing's attack, Zhao Zhijing knew in his heart that he was definitely not Guo Jing's match.
Just as Zhao Zhijing was feeling anxious, he noticed Yang Guo and his eyes lit up.
This young man and the Mongolian Tartar went up Mount Zhongnan together. The relationship between the two of them must not be shallow. Why not capture that young man and force the Mongolian Tartar to submit?
The more Zhao Zhijing thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. Then, Zhao Zhijing said to Guo Jing.
"You Mongolian Tartar, aren't you being too arrogant? What do you mean by teaching me the rules on behalf of Quan Zhen Sect's sect master? Do you really think I, Zhao Zhijing, am made of mud?”
With that said, Zhao Zhijing shouted loudly. He raised the internal strength in his body and held the sword in his hand. He leaped and attacked Guo Jing fiercely.
Just as Zhao Zhijing was about to attack Guo Jing, he twisted his body and slashed at Yang Guo with his sword.
When Guo Jing saw this scene, how could he still not know what Zhao Zhijing was up to? He immediately shouted angrily.
"Zhao Zhijing, don't hurt your son.”
Guo Jing gathered a surge of internal strength and suddenly swung his right palm. A vigorous palm wind shot toward Zhao Zhijing.
This palm wind carried a sharp wind and instantly hit Zhao Zhijing. Powerful internal strength spewed out.
Zhao Zhijing was like a kite with a broken string. He flew backward for more than ten meters before falling to the ground with a bang.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's face was as pale as paper, and a trace of red blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had suffered quite a strong internal injury.
Guo Jing retracted his right hand and stepped lightly on the ground. His figure was like a giant roc as he instantly appeared beside Zhao Zhijing.
He looked at Zhao Zhijing coldly and said in a deep voice.
"Zhao Zhijing, Quan Zhen Sect is a righteous sect. As a disciple of Quan Zhen Sect, you have done such a despicable thing.”
"If I don't cripple your martial arts, how can I live up to Quan Zhen Sect's reputation in the game?”
After saying that, Guo Jing raised his palm and was about to slap Zhao Zhijing's head, wanting to cripple Zhao Zhijing's martial arts with one palm.
At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice sounded.
"Jing 'er, wait!"
A middle-aged man in a black and white Daoist robe appeared beside Guo Jing.
This middle-aged man was filled with a refined aura. This person was none other than Qiu Chuji, one of the famous Quanzhen Seven Sons.
When Guo Jing saw Qiu Chuji, he couldn't help but withdraw his right hand and bow to Qiu Chuji.
"Guo Jing greets Senior Qiu."
Although Guo Jing's martial arts were several levels higher than Qiu Chuji's, when Guo Jing was young, he had been taught breathing techniques by Qiu Chuji's senior brother, Ma Yu.
Therefore, Qiu Chuji could be considered Guo Jing's senior. With Guo Jing's honest character, he would naturally give Qiu Chuji the courtesy of a senior.
Qiu Chuji nodded and replied.
"Jing 'er, I roughly understand what happened. Zhijing was in the wrong. For my sake, let him go.”
Qiu Chuji said to Guo Jing and then scolded Zhao Zhijing.
"Zhijing, hurry up and apologize to Jing 'er.”
When Zhao Zhijing heard Qiu Chuji's words, although he was very unhappy, he had no choice but to struggle to stand up. He cupped his hands and apologized to Guo Jing.
"Hero Guo, Zhijing was blind and mistook you for a Mongolian Tartar. Please don't take it to heart.”
Guo Jing saw that Qiu Chuji had pleaded for mercy and Zhao Zhijing had also apologized, so he said.
"Alright, let's forget about this matter.”
Seeing that the matter was over, Qiu Chuji asked Guo Jing.
"Jing 'er, why did you come to Mount Zhongnan?”
Guo Jing pursed his lips and pointed at Yang Guo who was not far away.
"I came to Mount Zhongnan this time because I want to let the son of an old friend join the Quan Zhen Sect so that he can learn his skills.”
When Qiu Chuji heard Guo Jing's words, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Guo. After pondering for a moment, he replied.
"Originally, our Quan Zhen Sect has extremely harsh conditions for selecting disciples. However, since Jing 'er has spoken, let him join our Quan Zhen Sect.”
Guo Jing had just given him face and let Zhao Zhijing off, so Qiu Chuji couldn't ignore Guo Jing's face and immediately agreed to the process.
Absorbing Yang Guo into the Quan Zhen Sect was just a piece of cake for the big Quan Zhen Sect.
Guo Jing said gratefully when he saw that Qiu Chuji had agreed.
"Thank you for your help, Senior. I thank you on behalf of my son.”
When Yang Guo heard the conversation between Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji, he could not help but complain in his heart.
I say, Guo Jing, can't you act like an expert?
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