Chapter - 169 Leader of the (9)

Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw that he was on his way to losing and their eyebrows creased. They then saw the gusts of wind created by Huo Dou's sleeve and fan becoming stronger and stronger, they couldn't stop themselves from calling out in their hearts, "Oh no!"

Suddenly Yang Guo held his sword up and called out, "Careful! I'm going to use a projectile!"

Huo Dou had used his fan's poison nails to injure Zhu Ziliu; when he heard Yang Guo say this, he knew that the iron sword was like his fan, there is a secret weapon hidden within. No wonder he didn't pick the sharp sword and instead chose the rusty one. Since he used such a method to gain victory, the opponent could do so too. When he saw Yang Guo's sword pointing to his front, he quickly leapt away. But all he saw was Yang Guo's left hand leading the sword, thrusting forward; what projectile?

Huo Dou knew he had fallen into Yang Guo's trap and cursed him; "Little bastard!"

Yang Guo asked, "Little bastard curses who?"

Huo Dou didn't reply and pressed forward with his palm.

Yang Guo's left hand rose up and he called out, "The projectile is coming!"

Huo Dou quickly dodged to the right, the opponent's sword was coming in exactly from the right; Huo Dou quickly pulled back and turned his waist, the sword tip brushed past his ribs from the right. This sword was extremely vicious, when it missed; the crowd all called out, "What a pity!"

The Mongolian warriors secretly thought, "Shameful!"

Though Huo Dou managed to escape from death, his back had broken out in a cold sweat due to fright; he saw Yang Guo's left hand rise up again and call out, "Projectile!" He didn't take notice of him anymore and advanced forwards with his palms, indeed, the opponent was using a trick again.

Yang Guo's sword pierced thin air as he attacked forwards, his left hand rose up a fourth time and loudly called out, "Projectile!"

Huo Dou scolded, "Little…."

Before the second word was said, a flash of gold suddenly appeared in his eyes; he was now close to his opponent and after all the false calls by his opponent, he was completely off guard. He quickly leapt up but felt his leg pricked by a very small and fine projectile. Although a projectile hit him, he thought it was small and wouldn't do much; furiously, his fan slashed forward and his palm chopped out, he wanted to kill that crafty kid right there and then.

Yang Guo had now achieved his aim, why should he continue to fight so hard; he just used his sword to defend, he laughed as he said, "I warned you on many occasions about launching a projectile, and you didn't believe me. I didn't lie, did I?"

Huo Duo was about to attack with his palm when he suddenly felt his leg go numb and itchy as if a large mosquito had bitten him. He tried to endure it and finish attacking but the numbness and itchiness became stronger and stronger. He was alarmed, "Damn, that little bastard's projectile has poison on it!" After this quick thought, the numbness and itchiness became unbearable, he didn't care about the situation he was in and stretched out his arm to scratch it. But after only one scratch, he felt his heart starting to feel itchy and irritated, he couldn't' stop himself from calling out and falling down onto the floor.

The potency of the poison on the Ancient Tomb's Jade Bee Needles was rarely seen in the world, just one little needle would cause unbearable pain. Never mind the fact that in the middle of battle, his blood was flowing around quickly and he was struck by several needles.

Da'erba took a large step forward and picked up his apprentice brother and placed him in his master's arms. He turned around to Yang Guo and said, "Little kid, I've come to fight you!"

The golden rod swept forwards, aiming towards Yang Guo's waist.

A golden light was carried forward with this sweeping rod. The golden rod was extremely heavy, as soon he used it, the golden light could be seen; his natural strength was great, his movements were quick. Yang Guo's legs didn't move, he bent his waist in a few inches and the golden rod brushed past him. Who could have known that Da'erba wouldn't wait for the golden rod to finish the sweep, his wrist used some force, and the sweeping force of the golden rod turned into a thrusting one, moving towards Yang Guo's waist. With such a heavy weapon and such heavy and fierce stances, the ability to suddenly change direction midway was completely unexpected by everyone, Yang Guo too was shocked, he quickly pushed his sword against the rod and used its force to fly away.

Da'erba didn't wait for him to land, he followed up with another attack; Yang Guo's sword landed on the rod again and he flew away for a second time. Da'erba called out, "Where can you run?" The golden rod attacked again. Yang Guo's body was in midair, it was not convenient for him to do anything; he saw that he was in an extremely dangerous situation and decided to test his luck and take a risk. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the golden rod, hacking down with his sword at the same time. If he had the strength of Diancang Yuyin, then the opponent would have definitely let go. The reality was that Da'erba was much stronger than him; he pulled back and quickly retreated. Yang Guo took a chance and landed lightly on the ground. He was forced into the air three times in succession; his life really was within a space of a breath, though he didn't manage to take away the opponent's weapon, he had escaped the danger. The crowd all breathed out a sigh of relief.

Da'erba saw that his lightness kung fu was excellent and his stances lively, he said, "This kid's kung fu is not bad at all, who taught you?" He said this in Tibetan, of course Yang Guo would not understand. He had assumed that the monk was insulting him, and so copied what he said. The tone was perfect, there wasn't a mistake in the order of the words, in the ears of Da'erba, he heard, "This kid's kung fu is not bad at all, who taught you?" So he replied, "My Master is Jinlun Fawang. I am not a little kid; you should call me big monk."

Yang Guo didn't want to suffer or be the receiving end of anything, he thought, "I don't care how you insult me, all I've got to do is give back what I get and I won't lose out to him. You call me a bastard, a pig, a pig in another language; I'll do the same to you." He concentrated on what he said and when he finished, he repeated in Tibetan, "My Master is Jinlun Fawang. I am not a little kid; you should call me big monk."

Da'erba was surprised, he looked up and down at him, he's definitely a little kid; how could he be a big monk? And how could your Master be Jinlun Fawang? So he said, "I am Fawang's first generation disciple. What generation are you?"

Yang Guo repeated, "I am Fawang's first generation disciple. What generation are you?"

In the Lama schools of Tibet, they had always talked about reincarnation, especially the reincarnation of the Da Lai and Ban Chan (religious figures of the lama Buddhists) back into this world; the disciples of the lama schools all believed in reincarnation without any doubts.