At this moment, Guo Jing's heart was extremely complicated. To be honest, he didn't think that Zhao Zhijing was really crippled by Yang Guo.
In his opinion, someone must have injured Zhao Zhijing, causing him to be unable to move.
Then, Yang Qi took the opportunity to cripple Zhao Zhijing's cultivation.
Guo Jing asked Yang Wen again.
"Guo 'er, did you really injure Zhao Zhijing alone?”
Hearing Guo Jing's question, Yang Guo nodded slightly and replied.
"Uncle Guo, I'll say it again. I was indeed the one who crippled Zhao Zhijing.”
Initially, Yang Guo didn't intend to admit it. However, Qiu Chuji and the other Daoists from Quan Zhen Sect were so aggressive that Yang Guo couldn't be bothered to defend himself and admitted it.
As for the consequences of admitting it, at most, he would just have to use steel.
Guo Jing opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Qiu Chuji.
"Jing 'er, Yang Guo has already admitted it. What else do you have to say?”
Guo Jing couldn't help but turn around and protect Yang Guo behind him. Then, he bowed respectfully to Qiu Chuji and said.
"Senior Qiu, can you give Guo 'er to me on this junior's account? Let a junior bring Guo 'er back and discipline him strictly?”
When Yang Guo saw Guo Jing protecting him behind his back and heard Guo Jing plead for him, he could not help but feel touched.
Although Yang Guo had only been with Guo Jing for a short time, he knew Guo Jing's character very well.
Guo Jing was the kind of person who abhorred evil and distinguished between public and private matters.
Now, Guo Jing had violated his principles and lowered his status to plead for mercy from Qiu Chuji. How could Yang Guo not dare to move?
Qiu Chuji replied in a deep voice when he heard Guo Jing's words.
"Jing 'er, have you forgotten what you just said to me?”
When Guo Jing heard that, a bitter smile appeared on Fangzheng's face as he said.
"I haven't forgotten, but Guo 'er is still young.。”
Qiu Chuji didn't wait for Guo Jing to finish speaking. He waved his hand and interrupted Guo Jing.
"Guo Jing, you don't have to say anymore. Yang Guo, you must stay here today."
Zhao Zhijing was one of the few disciples with the highest cultivation among the three generations of Quan Zhen Sect. Now that he had become a cripple, how could Qiu Chuji not hate Yang Guo?
Qiu Chuji said to the few Quan Zhen Sect Daoists beside him.
"You guys, go and capture Yang Guo.”
The few Daoists beside Qiu Chuji were like Zhao Zhijing, they were all third generation disciples of Quan Zhen Sect. In Qiu Chuji's opinion, it was a piece of cake for them to capture Yang Guo together.
When Yang Guo heard Qiu Chuji's words and saw that Qiu Chuji had sent out several Taoist priests to capture him, his bright eyes could not help but flash with a cold light.
She said softly to Guo Jing.
"Uncle Guo, thank you for protecting me. However, I'll take responsibility for what I did. I did this, so I'll settle it.”
After saying that, Yang Guo took a few steps forward, stretched out his right hand, hooked it with his hand, and said disdainfully.
"All of you, come at me together. This might be interesting.”
When the Quan Zhen Sect's third generation disciples heard Yang Guo's words, they were stunned for a moment before their faces darkened and they glared at Yang Guo.
The few of them were the best among the third generation disciples of Quan Zhen Sect. Now that they were being looked at by a twelve or thirteen year old child, how could they not be furious?
Immediately, a few people shouted angrily and quickly came to Yang Guo's side, surrounding him.
Then, a few Taoist priests threw punches or kicks at Yang Guo, launching fierce attacks.
When Yang Guo saw several Taoist priests attacking him, his handsome face was filled with calmness, like a quiet deep spring.
Secretly raising his internal strength, Yang Guo's internal strength suddenly surged vigorously in his veins, and the completed Iron Skin Technique was instantly executed.
In an instant, Yang Guo's body became as hard as iron.
At this moment, the attacks of several Taoist priests also arrived. There was only the sound of cracking, and several crisp sounds.
The wrists and ankles of the Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists were twisted in a weird way. Fresh blood dripped out of the wounds as if they were free.
"Ah, my hand is broken, my hand is broken.。”
"Ah, my leg is broken, my leg is broken.。”
Instantly, a few of the Quan Zhen Sect's third generation disciples hugged their broken arms and legs and wailed in pain.
Yang Guo stood in place and did not move. With his mastery of the Iron Skin Kung Fu, as long as he did not encounter an expert with a much higher cultivation than him, Yang Guo could completely rely on the Iron Skin to push his way.
These few Daoist priests from Quan Zhen Sect were only third-rate martial artists, how could they fight against Yang Guo who was using Iron Skin Technique?
Yang Guo placed his hands behind his waist and a look of disdain appeared on his handsome face. He looked at the few Quan Zhen Sect Daoists who were wailing and said indifferently.
"You guys only have this little ability and you still want to capture me. You really don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. I'm embarrassed for you.”
When the Taoist priests of Quan Zhen Sect heard Yang Guo's mockery, they felt extremely aggrieved and wanted to find a piece of tofu to kill themselves.
When Guo Jing saw this scene, his eyes could not help but shrink as he thought to himself.
Since when did Guo 'er master such a powerful Thwart Kung Fu? And since when did his internal strength become so deep?
At this moment, Guo Jing realized that he couldn't see through Yang Guo anymore.
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