The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 233 Pride, Get Out of Here
Ouyang Feng's "Instant Thousand Miles" lightness skill had truly reached its peak. His figure moved as swiftly as a ghost, or like a wisp of smoke carried by a spring breeze, appearing so gracefully and lightly behind Helian Chuncheng.

If it were Master Lingzhi or Nemo Xing in danger, Ouyang Feng might not save them, but he had every reason to save the former young master of Changfeng.

Ouyang Ke and Helian Chuncheng had a close relationship.

Helian Zhantai, the owner of Changfeng Escort Agency, was extremely respectful and attentive to Ouyang Feng, always granting his requests.

The idea of ​​spending a fortune to buy bones is not suitable for someone like Ouyang Feng. He only cares about profit, and a living Helian Chuncheng can bring him substantial benefits.

When Ouyang Feng obtained Chongyang's inscription in Zhongnan Mountain, he thought about transporting poisonous snakes from White Camel Mountain. He believed that since he possessed both the Toad Stance and the Nine Yin Manual, who could possibly stand against him?

With the assistance of Changfeng Escort Agency, Ouyang Feng had already transported tens of thousands of bred venomous snakes to Kaifeng Prefecture, and also brought a snake staff.

Therefore, he would not stand idly by and watch the other party die under Zhou Yan's gun.
Ouyang Feng's figure solidified behind Helian Chuncheng. Suddenly, his snake staff extended, deftly deflecting the opponent horizontally. Maintaining his status, he disdained to clash with Zhou Yan's weapon. He darted forward, his previously soft and flowing sleeves hardening like iron plates the instant he approached, slamming into Zhou Yan's black iron spear with a loud thud.

The spearhead suddenly plummeted towards the ground. Zhou Yan's hands, holding the spear, bulged with muscles, and his inner force surged, propelling the spear forward. The spear, which had just hit the ground, suddenly bounced up and stabbed towards Ouyang Feng's abdomen.

At the same time, from the smoke and dust behind the Western Poison, came the low hum of a gun.

Ouyang Feng delivered a stealthy, quick kick that landed in the blink of an eye on the spear aimed at his abdomen.

Amidst the billowing dust, the spearhead sprang up, and Ouyang Feng whirled around, his snake staff slamming into Zhang Sanqiang's iron spear. The powerful gust of wind carried the sudden force, as if the staff had torn the sky above him down with it.

Zhang Sanqiang's explosive thrust suddenly seemed to lose all its power, the spear retracting like a phantom before thrusting again.

Ouyang Feng's snake staff is worn down, sometimes horizontal, sometimes vertical, sometimes defensive, sometimes offensive.

The speed at which Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, and Zhang Sanqiang, the Demon Lord, changed their moves was so fast that the spectators' pupils could not keep up. In just a few breaths, the two had each made more than twenty moves before their snake staff and iron spear clashed for the first time.

With a deafening clang, the iron spear swung away, and Ouyang Feng, after a slight pause, appeared before Zhang Sanqiang with lightning speed, unleashing a devastating palm strike.

Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren shared the same mentality: they would stop at nothing to become the best in the world. When dealing with Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, they would fight and make peace without being certain of killing them. But when it came to Zhang Sanqiang, whose martial arts were inferior to their own and who was much younger, they showed no mercy. With the Toad Stance, they unleashed a powerful attack, the air surging like a rolling tide. Before the palm even arrived, the force of the air had already landed on Zhang Sanqiang's face like a knife scraping.

With a loud "bang," Zhang Sanqiang struck out with his palm. Ouyang Feng suddenly felt as if his palm force had vanished into thin air. In his vision, Zhang Sanqiang moved with the Bagua steps, like a swallow or a butterfly, leaving a series of orderly footprints on the bluestone ground.

This was the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," truly exquisite. Zhou Yan saw it clearly and admired it in his heart. He leaped up and landed beside Zhang Sanqiang, the spear in his hand humming and vibrating.

"Excellent technique." Ouyang Feng smiled coldly.

With the crisis in Helian Chuncheng resolved, Ouyang Feng knew that Zhou Yan and the other side had joined forces, and he would not gain any advantage. He praised them and walked out of the arena with the air of a grandmaster in the eyes of outsiders.

Having narrowly escaped death, Helian Chuncheng rushed to Gongsun Zhi.

Because of Qiu Qianchi, Zhou Yan spared her life. The Valley Master of Heartless Valley was pale, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his life was not in danger.

Qiu Qianren, concerned about Gongsun Zhi's injuries, unleashed several palm strikes before leaping away and landing beside the Valley Master of Jueqing Valley. Ku Cheng, of course, would not take advantage of the situation to make a move.

"Master Gongsun, how are your injuries?"

"It's alright." Gongsun Zhi glared at Zhou Yan with resentment, then looked back at him, took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. He was then helped by Helian Chuncheng to walk towards Yang Kang.

The main characters stopped fighting. Zhang Wangyue, Lu Beihe, and Yanbo Diaosou launched a few attacks before breaking away from the battle. Bao Lei, Xiyu Toutuo, and Taihang Yixiao also retreated back to their respective groups.

From the other side of the woods, Hong Qigong said, "Brother Yao, you are knowledgeable and experienced, do you recognize this martial art?"

Huang Yaoshi withdrew his gaze, which had been lingering on the ground for a long time, and said, "I have never seen a unique method of shifting force that far surpasses techniques like 'using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds'."

Hong Qigong said in surprise, "Old beggar, I wonder where this man comes from and what school he studied under. His skills are truly impressive."

Huang Yaoshi said, "Since Brother Chongyang passed away, the martial world has been quiet for a long time. The number of Tantric monks, spear-wielding men, Master Kucheng, and Old Man Huangge that have appeared now is not much different from yours or mine. I never expected that so many masters would emerge."

Hong Qigong took out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and ate and drank heartily. "That's right, this is what I call satisfying. If we become enemies, it will be just like this when we fight. But it won't be long before that kid Zhou Yan can also join this group."

Huang Yaoshi nodded, acknowledging Zhou Yan's future prospects in martial arts. He regained his senses and looked at Zhou and Zhang again.

During that moment, Zhou Yan said to Zhang Sanqiang, who was standing next to him, "Thank you, senior."

"No need to be polite. That move you just made was quite good."

"I learned it from watching my seniors at the 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion' in Xiangyang."

"You can still use your spear techniques with perfect fluidity and ease even without my spear-wielding method. That is already your ultimate spear technique. Don't waste your talent. Practice diligently and without ceasing. In time, you may very well be able to defeat Ouyang Feng."

"I'll try!"

Zhang Sanqiang smiled and said, "Be careful, I'm leaving."

"okay!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Sanqiang took the holster, put it on his iron spear, and walked forward, the crowd suddenly parting to make way for him.

Huo Du's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Yan and Zhang Sanqiang. The two had fought against Yang Kang's men, and were clearly no match for them. Treating men with respect could lead to friendship. Especially Zhang Sanqiang; if he could gain Zhang Sanqiang's assistance, it would be like adding wings to a tiger—what could be more assured of success?

Huo Du thought this through and whispered a few words of advice to Ma Xiuping, the "Springing Leg" beside him.

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiuping nodded, parted the crowd, and quickly walked to Zhang Sanqiang's side.

"What is your honorable name, sir?"

Zhang Sanqiang asked, "What is it?"

"The Little Prince invites you."

Zhang Sanqiang glanced in the direction of the temple gate, where a richly dressed young man stood in the spring sunshine, smiling and gazing intently at him.

He looked away and said to Ma Xiuping, "Get lost!"

Matthew's expression froze, and Zhang Sanqiang's expression suddenly turned cold.

"You've got guts," Ma Xiuping said, turning to walk towards Huo Du. A few breaths later, the Mongolian prince's expression slowly darkened.

Since arriving in the Central Plains, this was the first time he had been rejected in such a rude and overbearing manner.

Huo Du then looked at Zhou Yan.

Fu'an's former employer had fallen from "Songhelou" and would have been doomed if he hadn't encountered the Indian monk. Huo Du heard that Guo Jing had some connection with the escort agency, so he sent his men to apologize and give them gold.

Huo Dufei did not come to the door in person, so he did not recognize Zhou Yan and Zhang Wangyue.

He pondered again, Zhang Sanqiang was impervious to reason, could the young man's heart be made of iron? All the conflicts in the world were nothing more than fame and fortune, he thought, he should wait for an opportunity to talk to him.

How could Yang Kang not pay attention to Huo Du's every move? Although he couldn't hear the conversation, he clearly saw Ma Xiuping's back and forth. Seeing Huo Du's expression change from sunny to cloudy, he guessed that Huo Du had been humiliated and was in a good mood. Of course, he also felt regretful because Huo Du had stood up for Zhou Yan twice and was not easy to use.

Yang Kang and Huo Du each had their own thoughts.

Master Kucheng had already retreated into the Shaolin Temple ranks. Seeing that Gongsun Zhi's complexion had improved after taking the elixir, Qiu Qianren got up and walked towards Zhou Yan.

“You little thief, you escaped from Xiangyang Wharf and now you’ve injured Master Gongsun. We’ll settle all the old and new scores together.”

Zhou Yan had anticipated this scene and said, "Alright!"

The old fisherman chuckled, "The Iron Palm Clan is a powerful gang in Jiangnan, comparable to the Beggars' Clan. But Chief Qiu's methods are worlds apart from Chief Hong's. Chief Hong acts with integrity and uprightness, while you are despicable. Brother Zhou just had a fierce battle; is Chief Qiu planning a series of attacks?"

Qiu Qianren was furious, but after Yanbo Diaosou finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment. As the leader of his gang, it was indeed difficult to avoid being accused of taking advantage of someone else's misfortune if he were to fight Zhou Yan at this moment. His anger instantly shifted to Yanbo Diaosou.

“That makes sense. How about we exchange a few blows and let that kid recover his energy?”

"That's exactly what I was thinking." The old fisherman knew he was no match for Qiu Qianren, but how could he back down? He would just have to expend more energy.

The crowd erupted in uproar over their every word.

The Iron Palm Clan's reputation was known even among martial artists in the Western Regions, but no one expected that the unassuming old man was actually Qiu Qianren, who had "annihilated the Hengshan Sect" in the past.

Zhang Sanqiang had already reached the outer edge of the crowd when he heard the conversation between Yanbo Diaosou and Qiu Qianren. He picked up his gun and moved forward, and the crowd parted again.

"You are Qiu Qianren, the leader of the Iron Palm Clan?"

"Exactly!"

"I'll show you my Iron Palm skills."

Qiu Qianren had just noticed Zhang Sanqiang fighting Ouyang Feng and knew that his martial arts were no less than his own. The old fisherman was easy to deal with, but Zhou Yan was a tough opponent. If he were to fight Zhang Sanqiang, he feared he would be outmatched if he were to face the latter. Qiu Qianren weighed his options and said, "I have a grudge against this kid, but do I have a grudge against you?"

Zhang Sanqiang didn't answer, but instead asked, "To fight or not to fight?"

Qiu Qianren was furious: "You madman, I'll show you your marksmanship!"

Zhou Yan knew Zhang Sanqiang's identity, and he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Qiu Qianren, in charge of the Iron Palm Clan, expanded his power, nearly wiping out the Hengshan Sect. How could the Iron Palm Clan disciples not clash with the Ming Cult disciples? It's just that Qiu Qianren later went into seclusion for intensive training, so Zhang Sanqiang never encountered him. In reality, Zhang Sanqiang sought out Qiu Qianren not only to avenge the Ming Cult disciples but also to help him stop Qiu Qianren.

Zhou Yan made this guess, and Qiu Qianren suddenly said, "Draw your gun."

Zhang Sanqiang calmly took the cloth bag, and his spear trembled as it touched the ground.

Just as the spearhead bounced up, a voice suddenly came:

"Wait a minute!"

(End of this chapter)