Martial arts: In the desert, learn from the Seven Monsters

Chapter 47
Guo Jing paused for a while, and said with a smile,

"Okay, little beggar, let's be a chivalrous man!"

"Can you do it!" Huang Rong gave Guo Jing a suspicious look.

Huang Rong also thought that the liar in front of her who didn't know why would dare to lie to herself, and would definitely run away when she heard the name of the Beggar Gang, so she didn't dare to do more.

Unexpectedly, Guo Jing really wanted to try it.

Guo Jing turned his head to look at Zhao Zhenxi, cupped his hands and said,

"This is Guo Jing, Your Excellency."

Zhao Zhenxi couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Guo Jing's gourd.

In line with the principle of acting cautiously, Zhao Zhenxi also cupped his hands and introduced his name.

"It turned out to be the Nine Pouch Elder Zhao Zhenxi, Elder Zhao, disrespectful and disrespectful." Guo Jing said suddenly.

"I just heard from this little brother that the Zhangjiakou beggar gang made a fuss for chasing a pony, and they wanted to force this little brother to take his pony. I don't know if it's true or not."

Guo Jing asked.

"Hey, I misunderstood my misunderstanding. There is no such thing as snatching. It's just that our beggar gang brothers have spent a lot of effort chasing the pony these days but failed to catch it. In the end, this little brother was chased. We spent a sum of money I just want to buy it back, there is no other meaning."

Jo Jin-seok explained seriously.

What he said was very objective. He didn't say that it was because the beggar gang was exhausted after three days of arresting the pony, so they gave Huang Rong a chance.It's already saving face.

"No, Elder, obviously we caught it right away, this kid just got there first!"

"I don't agree!"

"I'm not convinced either!"

Many disciples of the Beggar Gang expressed dissatisfaction with what Zhao Zhenxi said.

"It's useless to refuse, I just won't give it!" Huang Rong said with a smile.

"you!"

Seeing Huang Rong's proud appearance, many disciples of the beggar gang almost died of anger.

Guo Jing snickered inwardly, Huang Rong, the future leader of the Beggars' Clan, was angry with members of the Beggars' Clan for a while, and this could be regarded as an internal struggle of their Beggars' Clan.

Jo Jin-seok pondered for a moment, and said,

"I came here this time only to go to the desert to find the disciple of the gang master who has been rumored recently in the rivers and lakes. This place is just passing by."

Guo Jing suddenly interrupted Zhao Zhenxi and asked.

"Wait a minute, Elder Zhao, what did you say?"

"Scholar's disciple?"

Zhao Zhenxi nodded and said.

"Haven't you heard of it? Recently there are rumors in the world that our eccentric leader Hong has accepted a disciple in the desert. This is already the hottest news recently."

"I passed by here this time to go to the desert to find this disciple."

"is it?"

Guo Jing's expression was a little strange.

Why does this sound so familiar?
A few days ago, I had just used the trick of Qi Gong's successor to deceive Wanyan Honglie's three masters, and now after a month, there are rumors that there are Qi Gong's disciples in the desert.

It won't have anything to do with myself.

Zhao Zhenxi waved his hand, skipped the topic, and said,

"Our beggar gang is a big gang, and you and I are also martial arts practitioners. Why don't we use martial arts moves to determine the whereabouts of this horse."

"As the elder of the beggar gang, I will just sit here this time, and the old man will stand here. If the young man can move the old man's footsteps by half a step, the old man will lead the gang to leave. It will be no big deal. What do you think?"

As Zhao Zhenxi said, he pushed his feet slightly on the ground, and suddenly there were two footprints under his feet, including his feet.

The other members of the Beggar Gang thought that since the elders of the Nine Pockets were out, there must be nothing the other side could do, so they all agreed.

"Then I will be offended."

Guo Jing grinned and made a bold move.

He made a free move, and two powerful Nanshan palms struck out as the lead.

"Good strength, but unfortunately the palm technique is a little rough."

Zhao Zhenxi's hands sank, a wave of internal force spread from his dantian, he raised his hand with two palms, and blocked Guo Jing's Nanshan palm technique.

"Pfft!"

Huang Rong laughed out loud.

"Just this two-legged cat skill, I dare to show it off."

Guo Jing's Nanshan palm technique failed, so he immediately switched to the muscle-splitting hand, with both palms bent left and right to avoid Zhao Zhenxi's palm, and hit towards the weak points on the acupuncture points on his arm.

"Good trick!"

Zhao Zhenxi's eyes lit up, and he used a little bit of skill to protect the acupuncture points on his arm, and struck back with both palms.

But this time, Zhao Zhenxi was more serious than last time, last time he hit casually, this time he used his unique palm technique.

"Elder Nine Bags is really extraordinary! Then take another move!"

Seeing Zhao Zhenxi's exquisite palm technique, Guo Jing became excited again.

Isn't this another experienced baby like Ouyang Ke?High-level sparring partner, this is rare.

Guo Jing let out a deep drink, and put his whole heart into operation.

I saw a little bit of light blue internal force light on the palm of the hand, which is the internal force produced by the whole heart method.

After Guo Jing regarded Zhao Zhenxi as a baby with experience, he stopped his ordinary martial arts.

Instead, he began to use the mixed version of the Nanshan palm technique that he had figured out for thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

This time, he not only fused the Nanshan palm technique and the split-muscle-stretching hand, but also fused with Ouyang Ke's several moves he had comprehended when facing the enemy, plus Ouyang Ke's Snow Mountain Divine Camel Palm.

Exhibited a set of four different palms.

Zhao Zhenxi stood firmly on the spot, and held hands with Guo Jing.

In the first dozen or so moves, Guo Jing's palms were extremely chaotic, there was no rules to follow, one palm to the other and another palm to the west, chaotic and disorderly.

Zhao Zhenxi still felt disapproving.

But at the time of forty or fifty palms, Guo Jing's palms became regular, and the chaotic palms began to become orderly.

After reaching more than 100 palms, Guo Jing has already played well, and a set of palms tends to be completely integrated.

Zhao Zhenxi became more and more frightened as he fought.

Why is this kid in front of him hitting harder and harder, as if he is using himself to improve himself.

How could there be such a monstrous genius talent?It is simply unimaginable.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in Zhao Zhenxi's mind, if he could lure this kid into their beggar gang, maybe in a few years, their beggar gang would have another master.

"It's not much more useful than a horse."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhao Zhenxi stopped suddenly and jumped out of the footprints under his feet.

Guo Jing is still intoxicated in the joy of modifying and perfecting his palm technique, he hasn't fully enjoyed himself yet.

As soon as Zhao Zhenxi stopped, Guo Jing was still a little bit unsatisfied.

"Hey, Elder Zhao, you haven't moved your feet yet, why are you moving yourself?"

Guo Jing said regretfully.

"Haha, no need, no need, I'll give this horse to this brother." Zhao Zhenxi laughed.

"This game will be regarded as the old man's loss."

Zhao Zhenxi stroked his beard and said peacefully.

"Elder, what does this mean!"

"Didn't you say that this kid should win you?"

"I don't think this kid can beat the elder."

Everyone in the beggar gang heard the words and raised questions one after another.

(End of this chapter)