Chapter 270 Huo Du
He used his body skills and leaped dozens of feet away in a moment, but Xin Zhen was faster than him and arrived in front of Chongyang Palace first. He saw flames and thick smoke in Chongyang Palace. The fire was very fierce, but it was strange that there were countless Taoists in Chongyang Palace, but no one came out to put out the rescue.

Xin Zhen said: "The enemy is in the main courtyard, and the Taoist priests of Chongyang Palace have no time to put out the fire."

The two men jumped onto the high wall and saw a large square crowded with people who were fighting fiercely.

When he looked carefully, he saw forty-nine yellow-robed Taoists forming seven Big Dipper formations to fight against more than a hundred enemies.

The enemies were tall and short, fat and thin. At a glance, one could see that these people came from different martial arts schools and wore different clothes. Some were using weapons, some were using bare hands, and they were attacking the seven Big Dipper formations from all directions.

It seems that these people are quite skilled in martial arts and are numerous, so the Quanzhen Taoists have been at a disadvantage.

However, the enemies were fighting each other, while the seven Big Dipper formations supported each other and defended tightly. Although the enemies were strong, they were able to resist.

Guo Jing was about to step forward to help, but Xin Zhen pointed to the inner hall and said with a smile: "The key is inside."

Guo Jing listened carefully and indeed heard the sound of wind whistling in the hall. It seemed that there was indeed a fight going on inside.

Guo Jing looked at Xin Zhen in surprise, thinking that Guo'er's internal strength seemed to be stronger than mine!

But at this moment Guo Jing had no time to think. He jumped down from the top of the wall, leaned sideways, and jumped east and west, and passed through the gaps between the three Big Dipper formations.

Guo Jing arrived at the main hall in an instant. Originally, there were more than a dozen huge candles brightly lit in the hall, but now the firelight from the backyard was shining in, dimming the candlelight. He saw seven cushions arranged in an array in the hall, and seven Taoists sitting cross-legged with their left palms linked together and each extending their right palm to resist the siege of more than a dozen people around them.

Guo Jing did not look at the enemy, but looked at the seven Taoists first. He saw that three of the seven were old and four were young. The old ones were Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi. Among the four young people, he only recognized Yin Zhiping.

The seven people formed the Big Dipper formation from Tianshu to Yaoguang, sitting still.

In front of the seven people, a Taoist priest was lying on the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. His hair was white, but his face could not be seen.

Seeing that Ma Yu and the others were in a critical situation, Guo Jing's blood boiled in his chest. He didn't care who the enemy was, and shouted with thunderous tongue: "How dare you, you daring villain, come to Chongyang Palace and make trouble!"

He stretched out his hands and grabbed two enemies by the vests, and was about to throw them out, but he found that both of them were good fighters, and their feet were firmly nailed to the ground, so he could not throw them away.

Guo Jing thought: "Where did all these strong hands come from? No wonder Quanzhen Sect suffered a great loss today." He suddenly let go and swept his foot. The two men were using their Thousand Jin Weight Kung Fu to resist his hand force, but he suddenly changed his tactics and was immediately lifted into the air by this sweep, breaking through the door and out.

The enemies were all surprised to see a master suddenly appear on the other side, but they were confident that they had a good chance of winning and did not take it seriously. Two of them rushed over and shouted, "Who is it?"

Guo Jing ignored them and slapped out with his palms twice. Before the two men got close, they were already shaken by his palms and couldn't stand. They hit the wall with their backs twice, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

The other enemies were shocked to see him injure four people in one move, and no one dared to challenge him. Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi recognized him and were overjoyed, thinking to themselves, "With this man here, our sect will have nothing to worry about!"

Guo Jing actually didn't take the enemy seriously. He knelt down and kowtowed to Ma Yu and others, saying, "Disciple Guo Jing greets you."

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi smiled and nodded, raising their hands in return.

Yin Zhiping suddenly called out, "Brother Guo, be careful!" Guo Jing heard the sound of wind behind his head and knew that someone was attacking him. Just as he was about to respond, he heard Xin Zhen laughing and saying, "You guys are such scumbags. You actually launched a sneak attack!"

When Guo Jing heard this, he didn't take it seriously and just kowtowed to Qiu Chuji and others.

Qiu Chuji was about to jump up to rescue Guo Jing, but he saw the young man who came in with Guo Jing came up behind Guo Jing, stretched out his hands and held down the two masters who were attacking him by surprise. The two masters were pressed down by the young man and their knees immediately went weak and they knelt down.

Qiu Chuji and the others were immediately surprised. Ma Yu asked in surprise, "Jing'er, who is this young hero?"

Qiu Chuji looked at Xin Zhen and felt that he looked familiar, but he did not think much about it and asked, "Jing'er, is this the disciple you have accepted in recent years?"

Guo Jing was about to answer when he heard two people behind him laughing at the same time. The laughter was quite strange.

Guo Jing turned around and saw two people standing behind him. One of them was wearing a red robe and a golden crown. He looked skinny and was a middle-aged Mongolian monk.

The other one was wearing a light yellow brocade robe and holding a folding fan, dressed like a nobleman. He was about thirty years old and had an arrogant and cruel look on his face.

The nobleman asked, "Who are you?"

Xin Zhen was facing the two of them at this time. He naturally knew that the noble young master was Huo Du, and said with a smile: "Hey, you guys came to Chongyang Palace to set fire, but you didn't do your homework before coming. My uncle Guo is a disciple of Chongyang Palace, but you don't even recognize him. Aren't you afraid of capsizing?"

Huo Du looked at Guo Jing, then at the young man in front of him, and said, "So you are the younger generation of Chongyang Palace. It is not your turn to speak here."

Xin Zhen laughed: "You are quite particular."

Huo Du opened and closed his folding fan, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Please move aside, I will fight with your uncle Guo for a few moves. If he can withstand thirty of my moves, I will spare these old Taoist priests, how about that?"

Xin Zhen shook his head and said, "Why would I, Uncle Guo, need to take action against a demon like you? Come on, I'll take a few of your moves."

Huo Du looked at Xin Zhen and felt that fighting with a young man would not be glorious even if he won, so he was about to shake his head to refuse, but unexpectedly, Xin Zhen had already reached out his hand towards him.

The young man just stretched out his hand, crossed a distance of ten steps, and suddenly appeared in front of him.

Huo Du was suddenly shocked. He felt that this person's movements were like a ghost and unpredictable, so he jumped back quickly.

But he saw the young man following him with a smile on his face, Huo Du was shocked and pointed at the young man with his folding fan.

Xin Zhen reached out and took the folding fan, chuckled and said, "The fan is nice, give it to me."

Huo Du was unwilling to lose face, so he put more strength in his hands and shouted, "Let go!"

Huodu pulled it back with all his strength, intending to pull the man over with him and then give him a tight punch, but the folding fan did not move at all, and even the young man's tattoo did not move either, just looking at him with a half-smile.

A layer of purple air suddenly appeared on Huodu's face, which meant that he had used all his strength. However, the young man just shook his body lightly, and his overwhelming strength disappeared like a drop in the ocean.

The young man smiled and said, "Thank you for the gift."

The young man waved the fan gently, and Huo Du felt a huge force coming, and suddenly his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, floating. He quickly concentrated his energy into his dantian to steady his body, but heard a scream from behind.

Huo didn't understand what he meant. When he looked at his hands, he was shocked to see that his hands were empty. The young man was opening and closing the folding fan and was having a lot of fun.

Huo Du was shocked and looked at Xin Zhen carefully. Although this young man was dressed in coarse cloth and looked like an ordinary farm boy, his skills were truly unfathomable. He just didn't know how this young man, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, could have such advanced martial arts. The Central Plains was indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

Huo Du said, "Since you like this folding fan, I will give it to you. Your martial arts are amazing, and I admire you. I will come back to learn from you in ten years. I still have some unfinished business here, so I will take my leave today."

(End of this chapter)