Chapter 170 Deer Qingdu Contest

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There have been dozens of competitions on the stage, big and small, and it is rare for the fourth generation of disciples to have the opportunity to show their strengths in front of everyone. There is an endless stream of people on the stage, and they all come forward spontaneously. The entry roll call came to the stage.

Yang Guo was the last to join the class and was at the end of all the disciples, not to mention he couldn't see clearly the fight on stage, even if he could, he didn't have the slightest interest in it, to him it was just a child's play. To say that the biggest of the four generations of disciples is Lu Qingdu, who is nearly thirty years old, but his martial arts are still mediocre, at most above average, and it is really embarrassing to compete with a group of four generations of disciples in their teens and twenties. , but he won Zhao Zhijing's trust is not without merits. He is good at flattering, and he can often shoot Zhao Zhijing's heart. Therefore, although his martial arts are not very good, he learns the first-class skills taught by Zhao Zhijing. Martial arts, otherwise it's just average.

"Tsk tsk~ People are thick-skinned, they are really invincible!"

Looking at the proud Lu Qingdu who defeated a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Taoist priest on the field, Yang Guo felt goosebumps on his skin.

This little Taoist priest is the disciple and grandson of Hao Datong, and his disciples and grandchildren also followed his temperament, all of them were irritable, seeing the young master being bullied by people more than ten years older, full of indignation, facing Lu Qingdu on the stage Cursed up.

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"Bah! Shameless, at such an age, you still go to bully your junior brother, and you have cultivated Taoism to your face!"

"Smelly shameless, step down!"

"If you have the ability, don't run away, I'll come up and compete with you."

Originally, it was Hao Datong's disciple who was yelling and cursing there, but then the other disciples couldn't stand it anymore, and started yelling and cursing along with them. Lu Qingdu originally just wanted to show off, but he didn't expect that Xiaodao, who was dying to die, was Hao Datong's disciple. Zhao Zhijing looked at it, and if he really had the ability, he would compete with the people below, but the ones who wanted to deal with him were all the best disciples of the four generations, and his ability was still not good enough.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help cursing in his heart: Trash, but I still can't ignore him, so I have to be tough.

Scratching his scalp, he said, "Everyone be quiet, how unreasonable is it to make such a noise!"

"Martial Uncle Zhao, Lu Qingdu is despicable and shameless, taking advantage of his age to bully his young disciples, he still asks Martial Uncle Zhao to decide." Seeing Zhao Zhijing's words, Hao Datong's disciple also stopped shouting and asked him for instructions.

In fact, the competition was originally a competition between you and me. A disciple of the fourth generation came to the stage to challenge, and the disciples under the stage felt that they were evenly matched, so they took the initiative to compete on the stage. This is also an unwritten rule that has been going on for a long time. This is not the first time for Lu Qingdu to do this. In the past few years, he only picked young disciples to challenge him. He has long been notorious among the four generations of disciples and is despised by all the disciples. How can he think that this year is not lucky, and even bullied Hao Datong Under the door, of course, they ordered explosives, which caused public outrage.

"This... Just now, your master and I could see it clearly. Lu Qingdu came on stage as a challenger, and he didn't force Qing Chan to compete. How can you say that the big bullies the small? Qing Chan, let me ask you, Where did your senior brother Lu hurt you?" Zhao Zhijing asked the little Taoist priest after pondering for a while, luckily Lu Qingdu didn't hurt him, otherwise it would be hard to fool him this time.

That little Taoist priest named Qing Chan was inherently timid, that's why the senior brothers protected him so much, at this moment Zhao Zhijing was asking questions, and since he was indeed not injured, he replied hesitantly: "Back... back to Master Zhao , the disciple was not... not injured,"

"Look, Master Qing's nephew is just competing with Qing Du, it's inevitable whether you win or lose, why should you care so much!"

All the disciples look at me, I look at you, although they know this is the truth, but how can they swallow this breath, just now that disciple said again: "Then ask for permission from Senior Uncle Zhao, I want to have a fair fight with Senior Brother Lu ."

Zhao Zhijing saw that he was respectful, and Zhang Zhiguang looked at him with displeasure on the side, thinking that he might not be able to refuse easily, but he was also worried that Lu Qingdu would be bullied. When he was hesitating, he saw Lu Qingdu dozing off behind him. Yang Guo had a plan in his mind, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Where is Yang Guo?"

Yang Guo didn't fall asleep at first, but when he heard Zhao Zhijing's yell, he thought to himself: Here we come, I know that I can't be too presumptuous in front of everyone, so I stepped forward and said, "The disciple is here."

The corners of Zhao Zhijing's mouth rose slightly, and he said, "Since your senior brother Qingsong wants to compete with your senior brother so much, he just fought a battle, and his physical strength was exhausted, so you can take over this battle!"

Lu Qingdu was overjoyed immediately: Master still has a way, now he can teach this brat a lesson! Hastily ran down the stage, bowed to Yang Guo specifically to express his thanks: "Little brother, I'm sorry for your trouble!"

"Don't worry senior brother, everyone in the Quanzhen sect knows your pustule, you dare not go on stage, junior brother will do it for you." Yang Guo didn't whisper these words, but said loudly, the court fell silent, and Zhao Zhijing was also stunned. Now, as the person involved, Lu Qingdu's whole face turned into a liver color, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he couldn't help roaring in his heart: How dare he do this?

At this moment, he really wanted to turn around and shout at Chen Qingsong: Come up and fight! But he didn't dare, not to mention Chen Qingsong's irritable personality, every measure of his strikes, even if he tried his best, he couldn't beat him. Feeling ashamed, he secretly put this account on Yang Guo.

After a brief silence, everyone burst out laughing, and couldn't help but mocked Lu Qingdu, saying that even his junior brother who had just started looked down on him, that he was inferior to his junior brother, that he was afraid, and so on. Pushing him to the forefront, looking at Yang Guo in front of him, the hatred in his heart grew stronger.

"Shut up, Yang Guo, you're not on stage yet." Zhao Zhijing looked at Yang Guo with a gloomy expression on his forehead, and couldn't help but scolded when he saw the crowd making noise.

Yang Guo and Chen Qingsong came to the stage one after another. At first, Chen Qingsong thought that Yang Guo and Lu Qingdu were the same breed, but after hearing his words, his mind changed a lot. Although he didn't know if it was because of their differences or what, They all had a good impression of Yang Guo, they didn't want to hurt him for a while, so they clasped their fists together and said, "Junior Brother Yang, this time we're just here to learn from each other, you're a latecomer, do you want to compete in boxing or swordsmanship?"

Yang Guo always respected me a foot and I paid back a foot, so he clasped his fists and said, "Young brother has only practiced swordsmanship since he started, please ask Senior Brother Chen to teach him swordsmanship!"

Immediately, the two confronted each other by borrowing the wooden sword used in the competition.