Now that he had received the Newbie Gift Bag, his strength had made a qualitative leap. Yang Guo felt that if he did not ruthlessly torture Zhao Zhijing, he would have let himself down.
Yang Guo's two sword-like eyebrows raised slightly as he said to Zhao Zhijing indifferently.
"Zhao Zhijing, what right do you have to teach me martial arts? Uncle Guo said that you are too despicable. Unless my head is squeezed by the door, I will not ask you for guidance.”
"If I were you, I would have hung myself with a rope long ago. Why would I stand here and embarrass myself?”
Yang Guo's indifferent words drifted into Zhao Zhijing's ears. Zhao Zhijing's body was slightly stunned at first, and then the anger in his body rose exponentially.
If Guo Jing said that to him, Zhao Zhijing wouldn't be too angry. After all, Guo Jing's martial arts skills were much higher than his.
In the martial arts world, whoever had the biggest fist had the right to speak.
But now, Zhao Zhijing was ridiculed by a youth like this. He couldn't help but be so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
Zhao Zhijing's face was ashen and his eyes were spitting fire as he angrily said to Yang Guo.
"Yang Guo, you actually dare to speak to me like this, you are truly a wild bastard. Today, let me teach you what rules are.”
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing wished he could slap Yang Guo to death to vent the anger in his heart.
The Quan Zhen Sect's disciples beside Zhao Zhijing also gaped in shock as they looked at Yang Guo in shock.
None of them had expected Yang Guo to say such things about Zhao Zhijing.
When Yang Guo heard Zhao Zhijing's words, he stretched out his right hand and hooked his finger at Zhao Zhijing as he said disdainfully.
"Alright, Zhao Zhijing, if you want to teach me the rules, then let's see if you have the ability.”
At this moment, Yang Guo was confident. With his martial arts attainments, he had already become a second-rate master in the Jianghu. How could he be afraid of a third-rate martial artist, Zhao Zhijing?
According to the system's classification, the ranks of martial artists in this world were: bottom-class martial artists, third-class martial artists, second-class martial artists, first-class martial artists, super-first-class martial artists, grandmasters, great grandmasters, and martial saints.
Zhao Zhijing heard this and saw Yang Guo hooking his finger at him. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted angrily.
"Yang Guo, you have guts. If I don't teach you a lesson today, my surname isn't Zhao.”
After saying that, Zhao Zhijing raised the internal strength in his body, his feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and his body shot out like a sharp sword, instantly appearing in front of Yang Guo.
Although Zhao Zhijing had been injured by Guo Jing not long ago, he had already recovered 60 - 70% of his internal strength after some rest.
Arriving in front of Yang Guo, Zhao Zhijing raised his right hand. His palm was mixed with internal strength, and he slammed his palm towards Yang Guo's chest.
When Yang Guo saw Zhao Zhijing's palm coming towards his chest, his handsome face was filled with indifference. There was no trace of panic, just like a quiet deep spring.
Facing Zhao Zhijing's fierce palm, Yang Guo did not even think of dodging. He received the big gift from the Martial God System and carried the Iron Skin.
Yang Guo expressed that Zhao Zhijing's palm was so soft that he didn't even need to waste his energy to dodge it.
A few Quan Zhen Sect's disciples saw that Yang Guo did not even dodge and could not help but think to themselves.
Seeing how rude Yang Guo was to Senior Brother Zhijing just now, he thought Yang Guo had some trump card. Only now did she know that Yang Guo was just a sharp-tongued child.
In an instant, Zhao Zhijing's palm landed on Yang Guo's chest, a hint of pleasure appearing in Zhao Zhijing's eyes.
Yang Guo, how dare you insult me? Today, I will shatter all your veins and turn you into a trash who will never learn martial arts.
Zhao Zhijing thought to himself.
Just as Zhao Zhijing was about to increase his internal strength and shatter Yang Guo's veins, the sound of bones shattering rang out.
Zhao Zhijing's right wrist was twisted into a strange arc. A section of white bone was suddenly exposed, and dark red blood flowed out.
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Zhao Zhijing hugged his broken arm and wailed miserably.
When the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples saw this scene, they could not help but be dumbfounded and their minds went blank.
F * ck, the script was wrong. Shouldn't Senior Brother Zhijing cripple Yang Guo with a single palm strike? Why was it that Yang Guo was fine, but Senior Brother Zhijing's wrist was broken?
Yang Guo wasn't surprised at all. The Iron Skin Technique in the great success realm was able to reflect Zhao Zhijing's attack.
Yang Guo reached out his hand and patted his clothes as if he was patting dust. Then, he looked at Zhao Zhijing and sneered.
"Zhao Zhijing, what are you shouting for? It's just a broken arm.”
Zhao Zhijing hugged his broken arm, his face as pale as paper. Bean-sized cold sweat rolled down his cheek as if it was free.
"Yang Guo, you're so insidious. You're actually wearing a protective treasured armor.”
Hearing this, Yang Guo couldn't help but feel amused. He glanced at Zhao Zhijing and replied.
"Zhao Zhijing, I really suspect that your brain is filled with shit. Everyone in the martial arts world knew that protective armor could only defend, but it could not attack.”
"If I was really wearing a protective armor like you said, how could your wrist be broken?”
Zhao Zhijing was stunned when he heard Yang Guo's words. Yes, Yang Guo was right.
If it was a protective treasure armor, how could his wrist be broken? Moreover, his palm strike on Yang Guo's chest was like hitting a piece of fine iron.
How could this be explained?
Suddenly, a thought appeared in Zhao Zhijing's mind. Could it be because Yang Guo had a high level of martial arts?
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing's heart couldn't help but thump.
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