Chapter 13: The Shameless

　　"Little thief, you collude with the Mongols to go up the mountain, and you will be caught quickly, and you will go with the poor Taoist to see the real head teacher, otherwise don't blame the sharp sword in the poor Taoist hand."

　　A group of Taoist priests blocked Yang Guo, and Zhao Zhijing even pointed his sword at Yang Guo's throat.

　　"Silly cow-nosed, you are really shameless!"

　　Yang Guo stood on the spot, his long hair flew up, his face was frosty, but he had a murderous look.

　　Zhao Zhijing's eyebrows twitched, "Little thief, so you admit that you have colluded with the Mongols? Tell me, what are you trying to do!"

　　The veins in the corners of Yang Guo's eyes were twitching wildly, relying on his little self-cultivation, he suppressed the words of greeting Zhao Zhijing's parents.

　　"Nubi, if you want to kill the young master, just say so, don't shamelessly put a hat on the young master's head!"

　　"Since you are so obstinate, don't blame Pindao's subordinates for being ruthless. All the disciples took down this little thief who colluded with the Mongols and handed them over to the head teacher!"

　　Zhao Zhijing firmly insisted that Yang Guo had something to do with the Mongols, so he did it for the sake of defending the sect.

　　After all, the surname Yang has a criminal record.

　　Dozens of sharp sword blades flew towards him, Yang Guo was restrained everywhere because of the injuries to his arms, he could only barely dodge, and suffered a sword wound from time to time, which made him very aggrieved.

　　A long sword came at him, Yang Guo turned over with a move of fish, kicked the long sword away, and kicked the person's chest.

　　Before he landed, there was another sword piercing from behind, which was at the Mingmen acupoint on his lower back.

　　The Mingmen acupoint was hit, the strength broke through the bone spine, and it was very easy to be paralyzed and die.

　　Evidently the man had a malicious heart.

　　"If you want to kill me, I will smash two of your teeth!"

　　Yang Guo yelled violently, his internal energy flowed, and he used a slap in the face, his body suddenly turned to his right side to avoid it.

　　Immediately, he moved the old ape's hanging seal, and flew up with his knees, hitting the man's chest and abdomen.

　　Dang even hit him with internal injuries, vomited blood, and howled endlessly.

　　"Hahaha... what kind of bullshit Quanzhen sect is, it's just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp!"

　　Yang Guo's eyes were red, his expression was haughty, showing no sign of decline.

　　Seeing his disciple's unbearable performance, Zhao Zhijing's expression turned ugly.

　　If he wasn't worried that Guo Jing would miss his shot, he would have done it long ago, but the result of all the patience was that Yang Guo became more and more rampant, how could he bear it?

　　"Little thief, don't speak wild words, the poor will meet you!"

　　"Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come on!!! Damn you, I've been annoyed with you for a long time!"

　　Yang Guo didn't run away, didn't dodge, he went straight to the edge of the sword, he raised his sleeves and started hunting.

　　Zhao Zhijing sneered, pouring his internal energy into the long sword, the blade of the sword buzzed, and with his first move, he sealed his throat ten thousand miles away, his body leaped out, and the long sword stabbed straight at Yang Guo's throat.

　　Facing the powerful long sword, Yang Guo couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body, but he still kept walking.

　　Zhao Zhijing's heart tightened when he saw it.

　　'Why doesn't this kid hide, no! He can't die by my hands! '

　　Thoughts swirled in his heart, Zhao Zhijing stopped his steps and was about to withdraw.

　　But how can this move infused with internal strength be easily withdrawn?

　　When Zhao Zhijing's back was sweating coldly, his pupils shrank sharply, and the hand holding the sword was kicked by Yang Guoshi's Yu'er.

　　Previously, Yang Guo used a sword to kick this move, but Zhao Zhijing gave it a negative.

　　But now it was his palm that was kicking, Yang Guo didn't believe that he could be beaten by the same move twice.

　　Once the move was successful, Yang Guo's attack continued unabated, and in an instant he made another move when someone stretched out his hand.

　　The heel kicked Zhao Zhijing's chest and abdomen dantian fiercely.

　　This move was supposed to be a single punch from the bottom up, attacking the opponent's vital points, but Yang Guo didn't stick to the form, he could do whatever he wanted.

　　bang——

　　muffled sound.

　　Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a big wooden stake in his chest, and there was a sharp pain, his body shrank into a shrimp shape, and he flew upside down.

　　Yang Guo was also bounced away by the force from when he was protecting his body with internal energy.

　　The fight between the two was just three or five breaths.

　　But in the end, all the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were stunned, they rubbed their eyes and couldn't believe it.

　　Zhao Zhijing is already one of the best masters among the three generations of Quanzhen Sect disciples.

　　Now they were sent flying backwards by Yang Guo, a child with injured arms, how dare they believe it?

　　Two disciples rushed to help Zhao Zhijing up, while the rest raised their swords and cautiously approached Yang Guo's position.

　　At this time, Yang Guo, who was in the grass, had various ways of setting bones in his mind, which made him feel even more strange.

　　Because he always felt that he was the one who was boned...

　　Yang Guo panted heavily, straightened up, turned over and stood up, quickly shook his head to stay awake.

　　Staring at the approaching Quanzhen Taoist, Yang Guo frowned,

　　Not much internal force flowed to the six meridians of the left arm, the arm muscles trembled, and the body shook violently. There was only a "click" sound, and the joints reset, but the remaining pain did not disappear.

　　Yang Guo didn't know if it was in the right position, but at least his left arm could move, it's just that he was not very familiar with the left hand.

　　"How are you, kid?"

　　A call sounded, Yang Guo looked sideways, it was Grandma Sun who was looking for the voice.

　　Suddenly my heart sank.

　　Boom——

　　Boom——

　　Boom——

　　Three lengthy bells rang, causing all the Quanzhen disciples to subconsciously look in the direction of Chongyang Palace, and started discussing.

　　Granny Sun worked hard to use her lightness kung fu, passed Quanzhen disciples, and came to the side of Yang Guo who was covered with scars, her withered hands tremblingly caressed Yang Guo's cheek.

　　"Good boy, let's go! Mother-in-law will take you away!"

　　Grandma Sun's cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and she wanted to take Yang Guo out of here.

　　"Want to leave? Wishful thinking!"

　　Zhao Zhijing was beaten by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy like Yang Guo and suffered internal injuries, and almost damaged his dantian.

　　Lifting the long sword, he stabbed towards Grandma Sun's back, just to kill both of them with one sword.

　　Yang Guo was frightened and furious, he channeled his internal energy into his palm and grabbed it violently.

　　prick--

　　Tick, tick, tick...

　　The bright red blood dyed the sword blade red, dripping onto Grandma Sun's sackcloth, warm.

　　Grandma Sun's eyes turned red instantly, and she said angrily, "Shameless person!!!"

　　Turning around and holding the stick with both hands, he slapped Zhao Zhijing hard on the top of his head.

　　Only anger remained in Zhao Zhijing's mind.

　　The internal force shook, the long sword carried a few blood flowers, raised the sword to block, the palm of the hand was filled with cold air, and a palm hit Grandma Sun's heart.

　　"puff--"

　　Grandma Sun spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

　　Yang Guo was stunned first, then he wanted to burst into tears, his black hair danced wildly, regardless of the pain, his palms turned into fists.

　　Once, someone hit Zhao Zhijing on the jaw with his hand, knocking out his teeth, and he became dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

　　"I want you to die!!!"

　　Yang Guo was furious, raised his right foot high, and was about to stomp Zhao Zhijing's head, when an old voice suddenly sounded.

　　"stop!"

　　Yang Guo acted as if he had never heard of it, he kept moving.

　　Whoosh—

　　A piece of money dart across the night sky, hit Yang Guo's calf, causing Yang Guo to stagger.

　　A group of Quanzhen disciples saw the opportunity and hurriedly dragged Zhao Zhijing away, while the rest raised their swords and attacked Yang Guo.

　　Yang Guo half-kneeled on the ground, picked up Zhao Zhijing's long sword, a donkey rolled, narrowly dodging the swords, then jumped up, and slashed at Quanzhen's disciple's throat.

　　Whoosh—

　　Another money dart was shot out, hitting Yang Guo's sword-holding wrist.

　　Quanzhen disciples walked through the ghost gate, although they were still in shock, they all raised their swords and pressed down on Yang Guo's throat, obviously intending to kill him.

　　jingle--

　　Only a crisp silver bell sounded.

　　A snow-white silk slipped out from Yang Guo's shoulder, blocked the long sword, and saved Yang Guo's life.