"Cough..." The fat Taoist priest interrupted him and drew his sword. "I don't know a few moves very well. I have heard that my junior brother is very good at martial arts. Can you ask for advice?"

Fang Xian was stunned, and finally knew what this guy meant, and said repeatedly: "No need, I'm lucky. If I really fight, I can't beat my senior brother."

"It's okay, try it, exchange, exchange..." The fat Taoist priest smiled and winked at the younger brother next to him.

My brother understood and went over and stuffed the long sword into Fang Xian's hand.

"Oh? Junior brother draws the sword, okay, let's take a gesture!" The fat Taoist priest had no choice but to stop and slash.

Fang Xian had no choice but to use the starting method to dodge back and forth.

The fat Taoist priest waved left and right, but he was very embarrassed, but he didn't even wipe Fang Xian's hair.

"Senior brother, you are tired, please take a break."

"No...no..." The fat Taoist priest followed with a few more moves, but still failed.

Fang Xian thought about it, but he didn't want to lose face. He just pretended to stagger and sold a flaw. A bunch of servants fought for the victory or loss, which was nothing to do.

The fat Taoist priest only thought that he was not strong enough, so he jumped in the air and slashed at Fang Xian's head with a sword.

Fang Xian was angry, is this Taoist priest killed?

He had to twist his body sideways, but his body was too weak and he was twisting very thoroughly.

The fat Taoist priest wiped Fang Xian's face with a sword, leaving only a blood mark.

Fang Xian felt pain and was angry. He asked you to destroy the person with one move, but what was his intention?

Seeing that the fat Taoist priest had not yet stopped his sword, his instinct to sharpen his strength lit up. He subconsciously waved his sword and fought back, stabbing his abdomen with one sword.

The fat Taoist priest was shocked and thought to himself that if he lost, he would be injured even if he was afraid.

However, looking at it again, Yang Guo's sword was soft and weak, and his speed was extremely slow. He didn't look like a martial artist. He was too weak. Seeing that it was too late, the fat Taoist priest had enough internal strength and swung his sword to block it.

"Get up!!!" The fat Taoist priest shouted with emotion, elevating his cultivation to the extreme, and under the influence of the "exquisite" internal force, he directly knocked the sword in Yang Guo's hand away.

Fang Xian was shocked by the internal force, his hands numb, and his body numbed a little.

If you don’t have internal strength, you’re so unlucky. If you had one percent of the internal strength back then, today would be enough to play with this fat man.

He was so angry that he was so shocked that he could not resist.

The fat Taoist priest laughed. This kid really had only a colorful air and took advantage of his hands. He kept snatching a step forward and tapped Fang Xian's forehead with the tip of his sword.

"Junior brother, you are still a little short of it."

This battle has attracted many disciples. Seeing the fat Taoist priest's arrogant earthquake and flying Fang Xian's weapons, he won thoroughly, and he was cheering.

The fat Taoist priest's younger brother shouted repeatedly: "So that's it, so is Yang Guo Kung Fu."

Another younger brother echoed: "I think Nadalba is too weak. Our Senior Brother Lu will definitely win if he goes up."

People have the mentality of "hate the rich". If you see others doing well, you will hate them.

This statement seemed to suddenly point out these disciples. They thought that it must be that Darba was too weak and Yang Guo collided. Maybe he could win even if he went up.

Thinking of this, it seems that everyone has the comfort in their hearts. They are balanced.

For a moment, everyone whispered.

"Darba only has one move, and I can avoid it."

"It must be that Master Qiu passed his unique skills. He won by chance."

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Seeing this, the fat Taoist priest became proud. He beat Yang Guo in front of so many people. He was very happy. He put down his sword and pulled Yang Guo up and said, "Junior brother, we martial arts practitioners should build good roots and bones, and do not be complacent!"

Fang Xian was embarrassed in his heart. Looking at the faces of these people, he also knew that the Quanzhen Sect would decline.

He saw it a lot, but he was not angry, so he just stood up and dusted the soil.

"What my senior brother taught me is our role models!"

"Haha!" The fat Taoist priest was very proud, "In a few days, it will be a sect martial arts competition. Junior brother, you still need to practice hard."

Fang Xian smiled bitterly: "Yang Guo is not good at studying, so don't be ugly and participate again next year."

The fat Taoist priest shook his head repeatedly: "That's not possible. Master Qiu asked you to go by by name, saying that he wanted to see your recent diligence. If you don't participate, you won't wipe out the face of Master Zhao and Master Qiu."

“……………………”

The fat Taoist priest saw Fang Xian silence, and said that he was afraid. He smiled and said, "It's okay, please beg me, I'll pass on you some tricks. If you perform well, you won't embarrass your master."

Fang Xian felt funny. Quan Zhen really had the trick that night Qiu Chuji had already taught him, and he wanted you, a fat guy, to be a fucking man.

When the fat Taoist priest saw him smiling, he immediately said angrily: "Do you look down on me?"

"Don't dare."

"Hmph." The fat Taoist priest's face suddenly changed and he said angrily, "Yang Guo, don't think that night's scenery is the boss, you are the fourth generation."

Many people dislike Yang Guo's indifferent appearance, which was a complete outbreak.

People around him retreated one after another and looked at Yang Guo pitifully, knowing that the fat Taoist priest was going to establish his authority. Everyone was bullied when they came in, but Yang Guo was too special. The fat Taoist priest did not dare to touch him at that time. Now it seems that the suffering is inevitable.

"Don't leave!" said the fat Taoist priest fiercely, "Everyone can see clearly who is the first one."

"Senior Brother, you are the leader, I'm not far from it." Fang Xian answered quickly.

"Hmph, that's not what your eyes say." The fat Taoist priest rushed forward step by step, "We have our rules here. If you lose in the competition, you will either give money or help with the weekly chores. You can choose."

"Didn't you say it earlier?"

"Haha, this is the rule. Everyone knows it, so there is no need to say it." The fat Taoist priest became beautiful again.

"Oh..." Fang Xian wiped the blood on his face, picked up the long sword, pointed at the fat Taoist priest, "I'll have another game. If I lose, I will help you with a year's work; if you lose, we will clear the two of you."

"Oh?!" The fat Taoist priest was immediately happy, "Washing vegetables and washing toilets, do all of them?"

“Do it all.”

"Okay!" The fat Taoist priest once again held his sword and said to everyone, "Everyone has heard it clearly, don't let this kid fool you."

Everyone agreed and waited to watch the show.

"Start?" Fang Xian asked.

"Just come!" The fat Taoist priest disagreed.

Fang Xian didn't hold back this time and immediately stepped on the wave to kill him.

The fat Taoist priest knew that his body was strange, so he must have been passed by Master Qiu. As long as he guarded these few steps, he would be sure to win.

I thought to myself, and I didn't rush to attack, so I wanted to draw a picture of the cat and deal with Fang Xian like I did last time.

Seeing Fang Xian rushing over, he waved his arm and used the long sword as a spear, and threw it straight out.

The fat Taoist priest has never seen such a fighting style. Everyone is fighting with you one move, and I one move, and they compare routines. But this kid has a strange playing style. He doesn't play according to routines.

In a shock, the fat Taoist priest was stunned for a moment and quickly waved his sword to block it.

With a "bang", fortunately Fang Xian didn't have enough strength, and although the fat Taoist priest reacted slowly, he also blocked it firmly.

Just as he was about to look for Yang Guo again, he felt his neck chill. At some point, Yang Guo had rushed behind him and pressed his neck with a dagger.

Even if he does not have internal strength, Fang Xian has hundreds of ways to deal with opponents of this level, just to save face. At this time, the fat Taoist priest did not eat the punishment for toasting, so he had to use the simplest method to control him.

"You...you...you are cheating." The fat Taoist priest Mumu said.

"So what if you cheat?" Fang Xian leaned into his ear and said coldly. "You are still playing with mud when you come out to kill someone."

After saying that, he let go and stopped forcing the fat Taoist priest, put away his dagger and left.

Others knew this battle clearly. Yang Guo's footwork was indeed strange, but he was not as fast as he was. He just threw the sword and came too suddenly. He had seen such a fat Taoist priest. He was stunned and responded slowly. He gave Yang Guo a chance.

"What are you looking at? It's apart." The fat Taoist priest waved his arms and cursed fiercely.

Everyone dared not stay anymore and dispersed.

Several younger brothers surrounded him.

"Hmph, it's just that Taoist Master Qiu passed on his footwork. There was nothing except that..." The fat Taoist priest was dissatisfied with all kinds of dissatisfaction. The elders were too partial.

"Senior Brother Lu, I have a plan." A younger brother made a comment.

"Oh? What do you think, Junior Brother Yuan?"

"In a few days, there will be a sect competition. This kid will definitely be arrogant with his footwork. We just need..."

After hearing this plan, the fat Taoist priest frowned: "Is this suitable?"

"Haha, senior brother, Master Zhao also hopes that Yang Guo will make a fool of himself? You are the boss of our fourth generation. How can Yang Guo steal the limelight? The opportunity to show off in front of elders is only once a year, so you must seize it."

The fat Taoist priest nodded after hearing this: "Okay... Then start cleanly and don't be left alone."

That night, Fang Xian lay on the bunk, listening to the snoring of other disciples as usual, his mind was surging-

"Book of Filial Piety"...

This sutra is really too boring. I fell asleep as I thought about it.

The game timeline is very convenient. Generally speaking, the next morning is the next morning when you open your eyes.
To be continued...