In the past three days, except for transporting firewood, he spent almost all day alone in the back mountain, madly improving his cultivation.

He felt like he was running at the time. If the water was not enough, the jade bee would replenish it! In just half a day, he sent all the seven or eight bottles of jade bee juice that Grandma Sun gave her to digest the digestion mouth. His luck seemed to have suddenly improved. Just after using it, Grandma Sun came to the back mountain to see him and brought him some food. Seeing that he was digesting so quickly, he went back to get the pulp for him to replenish it...

In just one day, Fang Xian broke through countless levels of state, and only the top level of Quanzhen mental method left was left without breaking through the last three levels. I believe that there is no certain foundation and I can never get through it anymore, otherwise I will be Wang Chongyang.

The jade bee juice was poured down one bottle after another, and Grandma Sun accompanied her to fight each other, exclaiming repeatedly, saying that he was an outstanding martial arts genius than Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying.

With the heavy improvement and the ancient tomb elixir, the injuries on his feet have been basically cured, and he is able to make peace with the food in his stomach.

Early this morning, Fang Xian woke up and knew it was time to teach those guys a lesson.

He deliberately played with the trash, so he turned back and secretly returned the three mental methods to Yin Zhiping. Yin Zhiping only said that he had memorized it by rote, and did not ask much, but only told not to let others know.

After noon, Quanzhen Gate gathered in front of the hall and arranged one by one according to its seniority.

The second generation of the Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, Ma Yu, Qiong Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, Sun Buer, and Liu Chuxuan sat upright in front of the hall according to his age.

The third generation of disciples of the "Zhi" generation, led by Zhao Zhijing, followed by Yin Zhiping, and sat in two rows with the seventh son of Quanzhen.

The fourth generation of disciples of the "Qing" generation stood upright around the martial arts competition platform, Lu Qingdu and others were at the forefront, Yang Guo entered the school late, standing almost the last position, only refusing to turn around and not looking at others.

Ma Yu coughed, exerting his internal strength, and his voice was heart-warming. "Since the founding of the ancestor Wang Chongyang, I have experienced many decades of hardships during this period. Finally, I have created the glory of today's prosperity, with a prosperous incense and a large number of talents..."

After saying politely, it was Qiu Chuji's turn to shake the scene.

The old Taoist stood up cleanly and shouted directly: "If there is a big chaos today, my Quanzhen disciple not only needs to cultivate his mind and character, but also need to strengthen his body and practice martial arts to protect my foundation in the Central Plains! As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Every year, we must see who works harder this year and who is more diligent, so that we can teach according to our aptitude and not delay our future!"

Qiu Chuji spoke more bluntly, and his deep hearts were filled with blood for a moment. He vowed to show off his skills in front of his elders and gain the attention of the Taoist priest. Of course, elixirs and hearts were what they wanted most.

Qiu Chuji didn't say much, and immediately grouped the game and announced the two disciples to come up.

The fat Taoist Lu Qingdu is the first group of martial arts competitions, and his opponent is Zhao Qingle, who has been slapped on his face.

"Junior brother! I'm giving in!" Lu Qingdu was so heroic.

Zhao Qingle performed very well. Although she was weak, she remained unmoved: "Senior brother, please!!!"

The two started a battle here. They were so beautiful, and their swordsmanship was not bad at all. However, Zhao Qingle could always slow down the upper half, and was forced to become tighter and tighter by Lu Qingdu.

Lu Qingdu is calm and gentle, and while suppressing, Zhao Qingle's swordsmanship is in deficiencies, all kinds of people are full of styles.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhao Zhijing also approached Qiu Chuji: "Master, Lu Qingdu has been with me for several years. He is first-class among the younger generation, both in character and in martial arts. It is worth cultivating."

Qiu Chuji waved his hand and said dissatisfiedly: "The words are too artificial, I'm afraid the performance traces are too heavy, right?"

Zhao Zhijing was shocked and said repeatedly: "What Master taught me is that I will investigate again... But even if it is a performance, it will not be easy to achieve this."

"No, the movements are stalemate, the moves are rigid, and they are just repetitive routines. I don't think they have any qualifications." Qiu Chuji is such an expert, so he can see clearly.

"Yes, what Master taught me." Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and retreated, and was not very disappointed. Qiu Chuji has always been strict. In addition to praising Yang Guo that night, he also praised any disciples.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing looked at Yang Guo in the corner, and the boy was looking around.

Zhao Zhijing smiled just now and would destroy all your halos and fight back to the appearance of that servant.

In the umbrella, whoever Zhao Zhijing wants to praise will become famous, and whoever he wants to suppress will die!

Yin Zhiping, who was beside him, was calm and gentle, and only praised: "Senior Brother Zhao, Lu Qingdu has made great efforts, and he has won the first place this year!"

Zhao Zhijing disagreed. This junior brother is always so kind, and he hides more deeply than anyone else. He immediately refused: "Haha, junior brother has been awarded too much. Who doesn't know that you are careful and train your disciples carefully, and never show it."

"No matter where, no, my disciples are all incompetent..." Yin Zhiping's words were true. All the good disciples were snatched away by Zhao Zhijing. His subordinates were all playboys who came with connections and could not be cultivated.

For some reason, a thought flashed through his mind, what would happen if Yang Guo was under his command...

But then he shook his head, and said, "Don't touch this hot potato," he asked, "I wonder if Yang Guo has made great efforts recently?"

"He?" Zhao Zhijing smiled, "This disciple is unruly, he is not honest in memorizing some classics that he can learn, and he has no mind to practice martial arts at all."

Yin Zhiping felt nervous when he heard this, but then he felt relieved.

Zhao Zhijing obviously hadn't taught Yang Guo's mental method yet. He was afraid that Yang Guo would show his skills and his elders would investigate him. But then he thought that after only three days, Mao could not practice, so he no longer worried.

As Lu Qingdu pulled down the sword in Shibanfang's hand, the first game was decided.

"Senior Brother Lu's swordsmanship is so good that Qingle feels inferior to him, and admires him!" Zhao Qingle performed very well, panting and sweating profusely, and was full of admiration and movement on his face.

Lu Qingdu smiled and helped her face up: "My junior brother is so serious, he will learn from each other and make progress together. Today, he has learned a lot from his junior brother's sword skills. I will give in!!!"

What a love story about loving brothers and brothers.

Then there were seven or eight groups of chess games, which were much happier than the "Deer Shit War". They were all real swords and guns, and a few moves decided the outcome.

"Is this a competition?" Qiu Chuji praised, "Not so much nonsense."

After the ninth group of chess was over, Qiu Chuji was in full swing and hurriedly announced the two men in the tenth group: "Yuan Qingfang, Yang Guo."

Yuan Qingfang is naturally Lu Duqing's think tank. He arranged this group specially. After all, he still couldn't figure out Yang Guo's background. This first game was tried first.

Winning means showing off, and losing means exploring Yang Guo’s reality and making contributions to Lu Qingdu.

Fang Xian just took a lame step and shouted at Qiu Chuji: "Master Qiu, my foot twisted."

Seeing Yang Guo's cynical appearance, Qiu Chuji immediately felt a little dissatisfied and shouted: "How could you be so lucky to have some light skills? How could you twist your feet so easily?"

"Yes, who twisted it?" Fang Xian scratched his head and sighed.

Qiu Chuji snorted and even sucked the scene. This child was too arrogant after all, and he should have learned some lessons appropriately.

"If you twist your feet, you will beat them. If a man is alive, he will lose even if he loses. Come on!"

Fang Xian had no choice but to nod and slowly walked up.

"Hmph, I pretended to be hard or used the wrong place." Qiu Chuji sighed silently as he looked at his steps. It must be that this kid had no improvement in martial arts skills and wanted to find a reason for losing the competition.

"Yuan Qingfang!" Qiu Chujijin said, "No matter whether Yang Guo is injured or not, you should do your best to not be disgraced."

"What Taoist priest taught me is!" Yuan Qingfang was happy and was relieved.

Waiting for Fang Xian to walk slowly to the venue, the competition announced the beginning.

Yuan Qingfang acted cautiously and did not rush over immediately, but just waited and watched from a distance.

Fang Xian walked into the scene, closed his eyes silently, and began to chant something in his mouth. He was full of energy, and the sound became louder and louder.

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary; the name can be called, it is extraordinary..."

Everyone was stunned. Why did this kid come on stage to memorize the "Tao Te Ching"?

But Yang Guo was only carrying his back on his own, speaking faster and faster, without any stuttering, and was so skillful that it was daunting.

Zhao Zhijing immediately understood what this kid meant. Is this his actions complaining about his way of education? He immediately clenched his fists hard, and he couldn't say anything.

Ma Yu listened to his memorization, but he was not bad at all. He only smiled and said, "No matter how Yang Guo's Kung Fu is, he has memorized this sutra well enough. I am afraid that no one can match the younger generation."

Although Qiu Chuji was shocked when he heard this, his dissatisfaction became even greater.

He had the same opinion as Zhao Zhijing. Obviously, Yang Guo was dissatisfied with his educational methods and slapped himself in public with practical actions. He was still unable to defend himself... Yuan Qingfang looked sideways and saw Zhao Zhijing and Qiu Chuji's dissatisfaction, and immediately stopped delaying. He waved his sword and rushed over. The longer Yang Guo thought about it, the more he could not hold on to Zhao Zhijing's face, and he had to finish it quickly.

When he slashed the sword, Fang Xian saw him use his crutch as a fulcrum, jumping over and falling back to his original place, without any injury. However, the meridian in his mouth did not stop at all.

Yuan Qingfang felt like she was fooled and immediately slashed her.

Fang Xuan held his eyes while leaning over and easily avoided it. He had already recited the Tao Te Ching for half, but there was still no flaw.

In this way, Yuan Qingfang forced him away with one move. Fang Xian closed his eyes and easily resolved it by hearing the sound of the wind. From beginning to end, the crutch was not off the ground, and his breath was even.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Whether it is memorized by this scripture or playing with this body, it is so calm and elegant, it is really hard to understand where Yang Guo’s fate came from.

The experts saw it even more clearly. Quanzhen Qizi looked at each other in an unknown way, so they said that Yang Guo's dodge was extremely natural, and there was no trace of Quanzhen's skill. It seemed that he would do it casually, without any routine.

The most important thing is that ordinary people dodge more and more, at least they have to feel a little breathless. Yang Guo's breath is not messy and he has memorized the *** Te Ching smoothly!

On the other side, Zhao Qingfang tried his best to touch Yang Guo's half. He tried to cut directly to the fulcrum of the crutch several times, but was directly shocked by an internal force, making it difficult to shake the crutch. He naturally did not believe that Yang Guo's internal force was transcendent, and he only thought that the crutch was an amazing weapon.

"Yang Guo... Are you going to fight..." Zhao Qingfang asked panting and wiped her sweat.

After Fang Xian finished memorizing the scriptures, he slowly opened his eyes: "Senior Brother, I am using the Tao to influence you. We who practice martial arts must first forge our minds and nature before practicing martial arts. Let's compare our minds and nature. Whoever has the best minds and will win."

"Yang Guo!!!" Qiu Chuji's face was flushed. How could he not hear that he was cursing himself. He immediately slapped the table and stood up and cursed, "Are you intentionally going against me?!" (To be continued!~!
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