The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Gentleman's sword?
Is it really here?

Ever since he drew "Yang Guo" and obtained the "Jade Girl Pure Heart Sword Technique", he has passed the sword technique to Mu Nianci.

Whether it is Quanzhen sword technique or Jade Girl sword technique, when used alone, they are far inferior to Tai Chi sword technique, but if the two swords are combined, they can have a miraculous effect like a complete transformation.

Although Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu were quite powerful when they first came out of the ancient tomb, they were still some distance away from Huang Rong and Li Mochou.

But during the Heroes' Banquet at Dasheng Pass, the two of them used two different sword techniques, communicated with each other's minds, and were able to kill top masters like King Jinlun and force them to flee in panic.

This pair of gentleman and lady swords have implicit magnetism on their blades, just like a pair of lovers attracted to each other. They are most suitable for this sword technique, as if adding three points of power out of thin air.

Quanzhen swordsmanship is not suitable to be used in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but since Wang Chongyang has not yet been born, it is naturally fine to use it.

In addition to this [Gentleman Sword], there is another orange top-grade card.

【Man proposes, God disposes! 】

[Obtained Orange Top-Quality Card: Murong Bo]

【Martial Arts Distributing】

[Congratulations on obtaining: "Flower Picking Finger Technique" (Realm: Return to Nature)]

As soon as the name on the card was revealed, Gu Ping'an lost most of his breath. When he saw the martial arts that were distributed, his heart finally settled down.

Although Murong Bo is one of the Four Great Masters of Tian Long, and his strength is even above the Five Great Masters of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, his problem is that his knowledge is too diverse. He has mastered at least several of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills alone.

But apart from the "Turning the Stars and Moving" which advocates "returning the favor in your own way", Gu Ping'an really looked down upon the unique skills of other schools and sects.

He once used the name of "Flower-Picking Finger" to cover up the "Finger-Snapping Magic", which frightened everyone in the Zhao Palace of the Jin Dynasty and made them think he was the descendant of some hermit master.

The boomerang that was thrown casually that year now hit him right in the middle of his eyebrows.

Fortunately, his cultivation during those five years was a real improvement. With this internal strength, he could remain invincible even if he met Duan Yanqing and Ding Chunqiu.

Re-entering the Central Plains, no matter how chaotic it is, we have an 80% to 90% chance of success.

Gu Ping'an and his companion headed eastward and arrived at Yanmen Pass in early June.

Although it is midsummer now, the weather in the north is cool. Although the sunlight is strong, there is a gentle breeze, so it is not hot.

Yanmen Pass is an important border town of the Song Dynasty. Among the more than 40 passes in Shanxi, this one is the most solid.

Gu Ping'an and his companion happened to be passing through Daizhou, and came to see the place where Xiao Yuanshan was attacked thirty years ago. Maybe they could meet Qiao Feng there.

This place is easy to find. It is located at the foot of the cliff, on the northwest side of the mountain. It is the only place on the road within a radius of more than ten miles that is most suitable for setting an ambush.

Back then, the heroes of the Central Plains hid behind this rock and shot hidden weapons at Xiao Yuanshan and his group.

The mountain wall on the right is naturally flat and smooth, which is where Xiao Yuanshan carved his last words.

However, there was not a single word on the stone wall at this time, only a few marks made by an axe, which obviously seemed to have been destroyed intentionally.

There were still a few dark red marks underneath, which looked like dried bloodstains, and vaguely looked like palm prints.

It was obvious that Qiao Feng still could not escape the situation of being framed. He traced his life story all the way here, but found that the words engraved on the stone wall were also damaged, which made him vent his anger.

Gu Ping'an had anticipated this. After confirming that Qiao Feng had been there, he did not stay long and continued to head south.

Not far from Daizhou City, there was a small shed next to the official road. Under the shed were a few tables, chairs, and benches, and an earthen stove made of bluestone. It turned out to be a small noodle stall.

A group of people occupied two tables at the small noodle stall. They were all dressed like heroes of the Jianghu. Each of them had a large bowl in front of them, but no one touched their chopsticks, as if they were arguing with someone. One of the short, fat men said, "Qiao Feng is of Khitan descent. How could he do such a thing, even worse than pigs and dogs? What's so strange about that?"

Most of the people at the stall were traveling with him, but the one arguing with them was only a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old. He seemed not very good at speaking, and his face was flushed with anger.

The young man slammed the table, not caring about the soup splashing on his hands, and shouted angrily.

"Boss Qiao has always been upright and honest. Besides, the Khitans were born and raised by their parents. How could they be called barbarians in your words?"

"The Liao dogs behave like beasts. Who in the world doesn't know this?"

The short and fat man glanced at him and sneered.

"You can do things like your father's wife inherits his wife, and your brother's wife marries his brother after his death. And you still say you're not a beast?"

"You" The young man was furious for a moment, but couldn't think of how to refute. He pinched the edge of the table with his fingers, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"Hey, brat! We're scolding that wicked scoundrel Qiao Feng, the father-killer and master-killer. What has that got to do with you? Could it be that you're also a Liao bastard?"

As soon as the word "bastard" came out, the young man's expression changed again. He suddenly drew his sword, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly as he pointed it at the few people.

The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly stepped forward to comfort them.

"Hey, gentlemen, calm down and don't follow anyone."

But before he could finish his words, someone pushed him and he fell, knocking over a table. He was in so much pain that he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Yo huh? You little kid who hasn't even fully grown his hair yet, you dare to fight us?"

The short and fat man stood up and drew the steel knife from his waist, with an undisguised look of contempt on his face.

"Grandpa is going to teach you a lesson today. If you don't have any skills, you should just keep your tail between your legs and behave yourself."

This man looked innocent, but his moves were insidious. Before he finished speaking, he swung his left palm and swept the bowl on the table towards the young man.

The young man obviously didn't expect him to have such a move. He dodged to the side in a hurry. When he turned around again, the steel knife was already in front of him.

In ordinary fights in the martial arts world, the goal is to strike first. In the blink of an eye, half of one's life is already lost.

Fortunately, the young man was quite capable. Although he was startled, he moved as fast as lightning. He did not defend the long sword in his hand but counterattacked, and swung it back with a fierce force towards the wrist of the short and fat man holding the knife.

The sword was about four feet long, shining with green light and with a gleaming edge. It was obviously not an ordinary object. If he dared to strike it, his hand would certainly not be able to be saved.

All the short and fat man's skills were in the right hand of the knife wielder, and he was not willing to use his hand in exchange for his life, so he had to change his tactics temporarily, changing the vertical chop to a horizontal block.

But this time, he tried to stop nothing.

The young man's swordsmanship was totally unpredictable. His moves were like an antelope hanging by a horn, leaving no trace. That move was simply a feint, and now it changed again, aiming straight at the short and fat man's throat.

The short and fat man let out a strange cry and was forced to retreat repeatedly by the sword light. However, he was tripped by the chair he had just knocked over and fell down beside the stove.

The scalding noodle soup splashed all over him, burning him so much that he screamed.

How could the people traveling with him not notice that something was wrong? With a few swishes, they all drew their weapons and attacked.

The boy's skills were quite good, and three or two ordinary people could not get close to him.

But there were seven or eight of them, all surrounding him. Two fists were no match for four hands, and it was difficult to display his exquisite swordsmanship. (End of this chapter)