The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 162 Golden Wheel Dharma King
Wu Xiuwen walked straight to Yang Guo and sat down, squinting his eyes and looking at Yang Guo intently, as if a hyena on the grassland had discovered a tender and tasty deer.

"This brother looks a little unfamiliar. I am Wu Xiuwen, a disciple of Guo Jing. Forgive my ignorance, but I wonder what this hero's name is? What's his reputation in the martial arts world?"

Although he had already determined that the other party had sneaked in, Wu Xiuwen still politely clasped his fists and saluted, first introduced his own identity, and then asked about Yang Guo's identity.

He looked like he was attracted to the other person and wanted to make friends with him, and there was nothing wrong with him.

But there was still a hint of sarcasm in his words: Are you, a guy who takes advantage of troubled waters, worthy of the title of hero?

“Oh my, Master Guo’s disciple? That’s incredible!” Yang Guo heard Wu Xiuwen’s tone and said in a weird tone:
"I am just a nobody, I don't deserve to be called a hero, I haven't made a name for myself in the martial arts world, and I dare not mention my master for fear of losing face for him."

"This disciple of Hero Guo must have made a name for himself in the martial arts world. Forgive my ignorance, but I wonder what kind of name this disciple of Hero Guo has in the martial arts world?"

After hearing Yang Guo's answer, Wu Xiuwen had no idea that the sarcasm in his words had not only been heard by others, but had also been returned to him.

Lies won't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife!

The two brothers of the Wu family were just the result of an ethical tragedy that led to the death of their mother and the insanity of their father. Guo Jing took them in as his disciples out of pity for them.

The two of them have poor aptitude and are not diligent in practicing martial arts. Even though they have learned superior martial arts, they can only show off in front of the lower-level people in the martial arts world. How can they make a name for themselves?

Therefore, Yang Guo's words not only did not make Wu Xiuwen feel embarrassed about his little tricks being discovered, but instead ignited anger in his heart, especially the strange tone of voice that was like adding fuel to the fire, making his anger surge from time to time.

"You are so good at talking, your hands must be pretty good too, let me teach you a lesson."

Wu Xiuwen said this without waiting for Yang Guo's consent. He put his right index finger and middle finger together and pointed at Yang Guo's lower ribs at a tricky angle.

It is the One Finger Zen that made Master Nan Di Yi Deng famous!

"Convince others with virtue!"

Yang Guo roared, clenched his left fist and punched out from his waist. The fist as big as a sandbag was aimed at Wu Xiuwen's fingers and hit him.

Wu Xiuwen's unreasonable sneak attack angered Yang Guo, who wanted to teach him a lesson, so although he did not use his full strength, he also showed no mercy.

With his current strength at the sixth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, plus the strong internal energy he gained from the selfless dedication of Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou, even without his full strength, Wu Xiuwen would not be able to resist him.

Yang Guo's fist smashed Wu Xiuwen's fingers with great force, and then he continued to smash Wu Xiuwen's palm, arm, and arms with the same force.

The flesh, blood, and bones on Wu Xiuwen's right arm instantly turned into a pile of debris and flew out in the direction of Yang Guo's fist. The main hall of Lujia Manor, which was bustling a moment ago, was raining blood the next moment.

The people from the martial arts world who were toasting each other and reminiscing about the past at the tables behind Wu Xiuwen were suddenly covered in blood, and the food and wine on the tables were stained with bits of blood and flesh.

"Oh! My arm. My arm."

The severe pain made Wu Xiuwen let out a terrible wail. He covered his bare right shoulder tightly with his left hand and kept backing away, instinctively wanting to stay away from Yang Guo.

"Why are you so weak?"

Yang Guo was shocked and realized that he was in trouble. He thought that Wu Xiuwen was so confident in his moves and had such exquisite finger techniques that he would at most seriously injure him.

He didn't expect Wu Xiuwen's strength to be so weak. Before he could even use his full strength, the opponent's entire arm was blown up.

"How dare you challenge me? Who gave you the courage?"

Yang Guo cursed in his heart, knowing that this matter would probably not be resolved peacefully. Even if he recognized Uncle Guo and revealed his identity at this time, it would only make things difficult for him.

After all, except for Guo Jing, other people were prejudiced against him because of his father's identity. Now that Wu Xiuwen was injured by himself, it was even more impossible to reason with him.

With his mind racing, Yang Guo quickly made a decision.

"Who the hell did this?"

A drunk bearded man with his back to Wu Xiuwen and Yang Guo suddenly felt as if something liquid was poured on his head and shouted angrily.

"Where did the blood come from?" The bearded man suddenly came to his senses when he saw the blood on his hands. He then noticed that everyone at the table was looking behind him in shock.

The bearded man quickly turned around and saw a young man in brocade clothes holding his shoulder and screaming.

"Isn't that the disciple of Hero Guo?"

The bearded man recognized this person's identity. It turned out that someone had broken and blew up his disciple's arm at the hero conference hosted by Guo Daxia.

Whose general is this guy? Why is he so fierce?

hiss~
The bearded man couldn't help but gasp, which resulted in a mouthful of blood, choking him and causing him to cough a few times.

"cough cough"

The violent coughing woke everyone up from their shock and they all cried out in surprise.

"Isn't that the disciple of Hero Guo?"

"What happened? Why did they start fighting?"

"He dared to injure the disciple of the hero Guo at the hero conference he convened. This hero is really brave!"

"Yohoo, something big has happened. This trip to the conference was not in vain."

"He cried out like this for just a minor injury. Master Guo's disciple. Tsk tsk."

"Well done, I've disliked this guy for a long time. He just has a good master, but I'm so angry that my eyes are about to go up to the sky."

"Second brother, be careful with your words"

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Yang Guo and Wu Xiuwen instantly became the focus of the hall, attracting everyone's attention.

First there was Yang Guo's roar, then Wu Xiuwen's scream, and the wafting smell of blood, it was hard not to attract attention.

"younger brother!"

"Death to the evil villain!"

Wu Dunru was the first to react. He shouted and rushed towards Yang Guo. He didn't care when Wu Xiuwen asked him if he knew Yang Guo.

After all, it was a conference hosted by his master, and there were so many fellow martial artists around, so what could possibly happen? He didn't expect that his brother would be crippled in just a short while.

Yang Guo looked at Wu Dunru flying towards him and kicked him. After breaking Wu Dunru's move with one kick, he kicked him hard in the chest.

boom!
Wu Dunru flew out at an even faster speed and hit Wu Xiuwen, who was hugging his arms and wailing, and the two rolled into a ball.

"Xiao Wu!"

"Brother Xiao Wu!"

"Xiu Wen's nephew."

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At the other end of the hall, Guo Jing and his wife, Lu Youjiao, Zhu Ziliu and others who were reminiscing about the past were also shocked by the scene before them and rushed towards Xiao Wu.

boom!
In a hurry, Guo Jing slapped his palm in the air, and a dragon-like energy flew out from Guo Jing's palm, rolling up the blood energy that had not yet dissipated in the air and turned into a blood dragon. The blood dragon flew towards the direction in front of Yang Guo, intending to prevent him from getting close to Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru.

However, Yang Guo had no intention of using the two Wu brothers as hostages. Although he believed that Guo Jing would not disregard the lives of the two Wu brothers, it was not safe enough.

"We share the blessings and bear the hardships together!"

Yang Guo roared, and put his hands across his waist, and dense silver needles flew out in all directions.

The point of this move is to attack enemies from all directions at once, so that all enemies will receive the same damage.

"Oh no, be careful of hidden weapons"

"It's a poison needle. Young people don't have martial ethics."

"It hurts, what kind of poison is this?"

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Thanks to Guo Jing's dragon-shaped energy blocking, only a few unlucky people sitting on the left side of the hall were hit, while those on the right were miserable. Except for a few who were quick to react and agile, everyone else was knocked down by the poison on the silver needles.

As soon as Guo Jing rescued Wu Da and Wu Xiao, he saw his fellow martial artists wailing on the ground, and his scalp went numb for a moment.

"Brother Jing, this person is ruthless and I'm afraid he has bad intentions," Huang Rong, who came after him, reminded Guo Jing solemnly.

"Has my friend Guo ever offended you?" Guo Jing's expression was a little serious.

"Never!"

"Then why did you come to my Heroes Conference to cause trouble? First you injured Guo's apprentice, and then you used poison needles to injure so many of your friends in the martial arts world?"

"Hahaha, Master Guo, please ask your good disciple about the reason. I am only doing this to protect myself. As long as I can leave here safely, I will give you the antidote."

When Guo Jing heard what Yang Guo said, he felt that there must be something behind it. He turned to look at Wu Xiuwen, whose wound was being bandaged by Huang Rong, Lu Youjiao and others.

"Xiao Wu, what is going on? Tell me everything. Don't hide anything."

"This is my master."

Xiao Wu stammered and was unable to speak. Although he didn't say anything, his expression said it all.

"Xiu Wen, you..." Zhu Ziliu felt a little disappointed.

“Traitor!” Guo Jing was so angry that he raised his palm to hit Wu Xiuwen, but thinking of Wu Xiuwen’s serious injuries, he couldn’t do it, and the pent-up blood and energy in his body surged.

“Brother Jing, we’ll talk about Xiao Wu’s matter later. The most important thing now is to help these fellow martial artists detoxify,” Huang Rong stepped forward to comfort him with her big belly. She kept looking at Yang Guo and always felt that he looked familiar.

"My little brother, I was naughty and offended you. I would like to apologize to you." Guo Jing said as he bowed. Since it was his disciple who started the incident, Guo Jing would not side with his disciple just because he was seriously injured.

"Master Guo, there is no need to do this. Just let me go." Yang Guo turned aside and did not accept Guo Jing's bow.

"Little brother, if you want to leave, you can do so at any time. Guo promises that no one will stop you. I just hope that you can keep your promise and help all of you detoxify."

Guo Jing looked at Yang Guo deeply, then turned around and bowed: "Please, my friends, make way for me so that this little brother can leave in peace, and also so that those fellows who were unfortunately implicated by this bad disciple can be relieved of their pain as soon as possible."

As soon as Guo Jing said this, all the martial artists in the hall retreated to both sides, leaving a wide path for Yang Guo.

After Yang Guo saluted to Guo Jing, he walked quickly outside. Guo Jing and others followed him from a distance and saw him off.

Just as he walked out of the hall and was about to leave Lujia Manor, a horn suddenly sounded outside, and then dozens of Mongolian men rushed in from the gate of the manor, blocking his way out.

The leader was a tall and thin Tibetan monk wearing a red robe. On either side of the Tibetan monk was a gloomy man dressed as a nobleman and a young monk also dressed as a monk.

It was none other than King Jinlun and his two disciples, the solitary-testicle warriors Huodu and Darba.

As soon as the group entered Lujiazhuang, they were stunned when they saw this scene. They didn't understand what was going on, but they were there to cause trouble, so they didn't care and walked straight towards the crowd.

"Get out of the way!"

Huo Du was leading the way, and when he saw Yang Guo in front of them, he raised his hand to push him to the side of the road.

Yang Guo was already in a bad mood and came to attend the meeting properly, but ended up running into Wu Xiuwen who came to provoke him for no reason.

It would have been fine if I had just provoked him, but his martial arts skills were pretty poor, so I deliberately smashed my arm against his fist until I was done with him, and then I had to leave.

As a result, I ran into the arrogant Huo Du and his group at the door. Do you have to go through me on such a long road?

"Rogue and domineering!"

Yang Guo roared angrily, and the power started from his legs and feet, went up along his waist and back, and then was transmitted to his fists through his arms. He punched Huo Du hard.

boom!
Huo Du was shocked by Yang Guo's roar for a moment. When he reacted, he had no space to dodge. He quickly raised the iron fan to block in front of him and took Yang Guo's punch.

What a great power! It’s greater than that of my senior brother!

Huo had never thought that any random nobody could have such strength. Fortunately, he often practiced with his senior brother Dalba and knew how to deal with it. He leaned back and quickly stepped back with his feet.

After he retreated four or five steps, a hand was placed on his shoulder, which not only stopped him from retreating but also helped him release the strength in his body.

The only one in his group who had such strength was his master, King Jinlun, so Huo Du turned around quickly.

"Master, I have brought shame upon you!"

"Hmph!" King Jinlun snorted coldly and ignored Huodu, staring at the two people fighting fiercely in the field.

It turned out that when Yang Guo threw a punch, Dalba, worried about his fellow apprentice's safety, also rushed forward and was now fighting with Yang Guo.

The two of them practiced the same Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra. Yang Guo had already mastered the sixth level, while Dalba had only mastered the fifth level. Logically, he should not be Yang Guo's opponent.

But Dalba was holding a solid iron staff, while Yang Guo was fighting unarmed, so he was inevitably at a disadvantage. In addition, it was rare to meet an opponent of equal strength, and Yang Guo was unwilling to use his internal energy, so the two of them started fighting fiercely.

Whether it is Dalba's staff technique or Yang Guo's Whale-Killing Fist, they both follow the path of being extremely strong and masculine, and extremely fierce.

The whirring sound of the iron rod being swung, the sound of the fist breaking through the air, the sound of the energy emitting when the fist and the Zen stick collided, and the sound of Yang Guo shouting out his moves.

It instantly attracted everyone's attention. This kind of flesh-and-blood fighting style was something that the people in the martial arts world who mainly practiced internal energy had never seen before.

"Can external martial arts be so powerful? I've practiced some, but why do I feel so far behind?"

"You are not practicing advanced martial arts, right? But why did the man who injured Hero Guo's disciple keep shouting the names of his moves?"

"You noticed it, it does feel strange, but..."

“But it feels pretty impressive, doesn’t it?”

"Yes, yes, it's just that the names of these moves are a bit strange."

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　I finally finished it after a day of revision. It takes more time to revise the article than to write it new. I cry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)