cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 18 This son can't stay

Seeing that Lu Youjiao was defeated by Jinlun Fawang, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others hurried over to help him.

"Wow." Lu You was irritable with beriberi, coughed up blood, looked at Guo Jing and the others, and said bitterly, "I lost..."

"Hahahaha, is this the only strength?" Holding the five-way flywheel, the King of the Golden Wheel laughed loudly: "Just relying on you rabble, you still want to discuss how to resist our Mongolia? It's a joke!"

Jinlun Fawang's words completely angered everyone in Lujiazhuang. Several young people were already armed with weapons and planned to attack.

"Stop!" Seeing everyone's actions, Guo Jing quickly stopped.

If they besiege Jinlun Fawang today, even if they win, they will eventually become the laughing stock of the entire martial arts world.

"Cough!" With a cough, Guo Jing looked at the pale Lu Youjiao, and murmured slightly, "Let me do it..."

Hearing this, Huang Rong grabbed his hand immediately: "No, Brother Jing, you have suffered internal injuries and cannot play!"

Jinlun Fawang sneered, "Guo Jing, if you hadn't been injured, you might still have a four or five point chance of winning, but now, let's avoid it."

His gaze swept across the audience, Jinlun Fawang paused slightly on Chen Yu, and then shouted: "Is there really no one in the Central Plains Wulin?"

"Damn it, it's so deceiving!" Someone gritted his teeth.

"Even Elder Lu Youjiao is defeated, who else can fight with him?"

Witnessing Lu Youjiao's defeat with their own eyes made everyone's hearts extremely heavy. The strength of Jinlun Fawang is obvious to all, and it is really difficult to defeat it.

"Why don't I go." Looking at Guo Jing who was coughing constantly, Huang Rong couldn't bear it.

"Mom, you can't go!" Guo Fu was worried, and quickly grabbed Huang Rong's sleeve.

Even Da Wu and Xiao Wu persuaded: "Master, don't go!"

In the middle of the crowd, Jinlun Fawang was extremely arrogant. Wherever his sharp eyes went, it was impossible to look directly at them, and they all lowered their heads.

Guo Jing clenched his fists tightly, powerful zhenqi lingered in his palms, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

In any case, he never expected that in the end of a hero banquet, he would be so aggrieved.

"If Jinlun Fawang is allowed to leave today as he wished, then we will be the laughing stock of the Central Plains martial arts forever!"

As if he had made up his mind, Guo Jing's eyes froze, he broke free from Huang Rong's hand, and was about to walk towards Jinlun Fawang.

however.

At this moment, an inconspicuous young figure swayed and flashed in front of Guo Jing.

"Zhen Zhibing, the Quanzhen teacher, is here to ask for advice."

With the sword in his hand, Chen Yu came to Jinlun Fawang and said calmly.

The appearance of Chen Yu made everyone startled, even Guo Jing froze in place, and immediately frowned and said, "Little brother, I don't need you to play."

"What is that guy doing up there? Does he really want to embarrass us in the Central Plains martial arts?" Guo Fu frowned, tugging at Huang Rong's sleeve.

Chen Yu turned his head to look at Guo Jing, cupped his hands and said, "Please ask Daxia Guo to let me try."

In Lujiazhuang, everyone looked at the young man in the field, frowned and shook their heads again and again, obviously not thinking that this young junior had any chance of winning.

"Although he is the chief disciple of Quanzhen Sect, it is hard to beat the other party."

"The chief disciple of this generation is so young, which probably means the decline of Quanzhen Sect. Is my Central Plains martial arts really declining?"

"In my opinion, it is not impossible to let this little brother play. Although it is impossible to beat the opponent, but it can be used up. Then let Guo Daxia play again, maybe he can win."

In Lu's Manor, everyone was talking about it.

Countless eyes focused on Chen Yu, with different thoughts, mostly doubts and sighs.

"I also ask Daxia Guo to complete it." Chen Yu said loudly again.

Looking at the young man in the dim Taoist robe in front of him, Guo Jing suddenly had an inexplicable illusion in his heart.

It seemed that the person in front of him could really defeat Jinlun Fawang and win.

"Brother Jing, since this little brother insists on playing, let him go, and if it's a big deal, I'll go later." Huang Rong persuaded with a sigh.

For them, this day was really a catastrophe.

His eyes flickered, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, Guo Jing finally took a deep breath, looked at Chen Yu and said, "Alright then, little brother, please don't force yourself."

Chen Yu nodded, turned around and walked towards the field.

Outside the crowd, Tang Jiu and Li Hu looked at each other and muttered in a low voice: "Is this guy really going to challenge? Trouble."

Liu Qingshan from Bloodtooth Castle and Xu Wei from Baihe faction looked at Chen Yu with pale complexions and bitter eyes.

They boasted that they would not be much worse than the chief disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but they still couldn't hold out a few tricks in the hands of Jinlun Fawang.

The young Taoist priest in front of him may have the same ending.

"Give me another five years, and I will definitely surpass this Mongolian national teacher! I hate it!" Liu Qingshan and Xu Wei gritted their teeth.

Under the unfavorable eyes of everyone, Chen Yu walked slowly into the arena.

Seeing the young Taoist priest walking towards him, Jinlun Fawang, who was originally extremely arrogant, suddenly looked dignified.

Although the other party was young, he did feel a sense of danger.

"Even the elders of the beggar gang are not my opponents. Do you think you, a mere junior, can beat me?" Looking at Chen Yu's calm expression, Jinlun Fawang shrank his pupils and said in a deep voice.

Chen Yu said lightly: "If you don't try, how will you know? I think your martial arts skills may not be much higher than mine, senior."

"Hmph, arrogance, even a junior dares to speak rudely in front of me!"

Jinlun Fawang looked slightly angry, roared, and immediately strode forward, and came to Chen Yu in a blink of an eye.

This time, instead of throwing out the five flywheels in a hurry, he directly performed the Dragon Elephant Boruo Kung Fu, and raised his palm to slap Chen Yu's chest.

The mighty internal force gathered in the palm of Jinlun Fawang, making the air tremble with a muffled sound, and the power was impressive.

"What a profound internal strength, that little brother is in danger!"

Seeing Jinlun Fawang performing Dragon Elephant Boruo Kungfu, everyone's expressions were extremely dignified. This level of internal strength can only be matched by Guo Jing in the entire Lujiazhuang!
Everyone sighed, but soon, the expressions on their faces became stagnant.

In the arena, facing Jinlun Fawang's incomparably powerful and fierce palm, Chen Yu took a step forward, and the protruding palm was surrounded by a misty purple air.

"Oh!"

The two palms struck each other, Jinlun Fawang and Chen Yu both took a step back.

The first confrontation ended with an equal share of internal strength between the two!
"What happened? What kind of inner strength did that kid practice to be able to compete with that Mongolian national teacher!"

"That's... the innate skill of Quanzhen Sect?!"

When Chen Yu's whole body exuded purple true energy, the whole Lujiazhuang was in a commotion.

Among the many eyes, all of them were shocked at this moment. This inner strength is the secret of Quanzhen Sect, and now it is actually seen in a disciple of the sect.

"Oh!"

Guo Jing's palm holding the white stone railing suddenly squeezed hard, smashing it to pieces.

He stared dumbfounded at the young figure in the arena, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"This young Taoist actually learned innate skills?"

Lu Youjiao and Huang Rong felt a little startled at the moment, and then looked at Guo Jing who was aside at the same time.

"Innate skills are the secrets of the Quanzhen sect, and even Qiu Chuji, the current head teacher, has no chance to practice them."

Guo Jing murmured: "It is said that Wang Chongyang's predecessor had a legacy that innate skills can only be reserved for those who can surpass him in the teaching, but none of the Quanzhen Seven Masters can meet this requirement."

Seeing Chen Yu's innate skills with his own eyes made Guo Jing's originally stiff face smile excitedly.

Since the other party was able to obtain innate skills, wouldn't it prove that his martial arts aptitude is even better than that of Wang Chongyang's predecessor?
Guo Fu, the Wu brothers and the others on the side all opened their mouths, their cheeks were extremely hot.

"No wonder he has the confidence to stand up..." Liu Qingshan from Bloodtooth Castle and Xu Wei from the White River faction, their eyes lit up, with a hint of fanaticism.

"It seems there is hope this time..." Guo Jing said hoarsely, holding Huang Rongyu's hand tightly.

Not far away, Jinlun Fawang's face was solemn, he slowly shook his slightly numb arms, and a sharp look gradually rose in his eyes.

At a young age, his internal strength is not inferior to his own. The talent shown by Chen Yu made him feel an unspeakable fear.

In the martial arts of the Central Plains, this son cannot be left behind!
(End of this chapter)