The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 263 The White Lotus Cult Leader, Let's Compete!

When the sound of gongs and drums rang out, Ba Rui, the leader of Funiu Mountain who was discussing matters with Yu Huacheng, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, in the courtyard hall of the village, was stunned for a moment.

Barui was a Miao man. He was not tall, but he was as sturdy as a mountain tiger. His muscles bulged all over his body, like chestnuts, strong and taut, almost bursting through his scarlet clothes.

Yu Huacheng went to Funiu Mountain first because he knew about the man. Ba Rui's ancestors came from western Hunan, while the White Lotus sect's roots were in Jiangxi and Hubei. By chatting about family matters and establishing connections, and then talking about the White Lotus sect's beliefs and doctrines, it was easy to resonate with the man.

The negotiations went quite well. Although Yu Huacheng was not yet confident in bringing Ba Rui into the sect, he believed that getting Funiu Mountain to join the White Lotus Rebellion would not be a big problem.

However, the pleasant conversation was interrupted by the urgent sound of gongs and drums.

Barry frowned. "Master Yu, please wait a moment while I see what has happened."

"it is good!"

Barry got up and went out of the hall. He had just stepped into the courtyard when a leader came running up to him: "Leader, something terrible has happened."

"Why are you so nervous?"

"The chieftain Liu of Tongbai Mountain has been assassinated, and thugs have already infiltrated the mountain stronghold."

Yu Huacheng, who was in the hall, heard these words clearly. His hand holding the teacup paused in mid-air, and he took a short breath, as if he was still processing what he had heard.

From inside the courtyard, Barry roared, "Who is it?"

Without waiting for the leader's reply, the Bari had vanished without a trace.

The leader turned and gave chase with all his might.

"Master, Chief Ba is gone." The White Lotus Saint's face was also filled with disbelief. There were tens of thousands of people in Tongbai Mountain. Even if they were of mixed quality, such a force was enough to intimidate the area. How could Liu Qianfeng have been killed?

"How could this be?" Yu Huacheng came to his senses and swayed as he left the hall.

……

At the entrance of the stronghold, a commotion was brewing like boiling water in a pot. When Ba Rui arrived, he saw rows of skilled figures, some clad in armor and others dressed as martial arts heroes, leaping onto buildings or rooftops and rapidly advancing towards the center of the stronghold. Further away at the entrance, a large number of armored cavalrymen were galloping back and forth.

"What on earth is going on?" Barry was a little confused.

Zhou Yan had already spotted the other person.

He and Zhang Wangyue pursued Liu Qianfeng relentlessly, but were constantly thwarted by his remaining followers. So when they were killing Liu Qianfeng outside the stronghold, Yanbo Diaosou, Mu Nianci, Wang Kui, and Yang Miaozhen had already arrived.

Seizing the opportunity, he and Zhang Wangyue charged into the remaining bandits of Tongbai Mountain who were desperately fleeing into the stronghold, and entered the main stronghold directly.

The stockade wall, less than two zhang high, posed no obstacle to Yanbo Diaosou, Wang Kui, and the others. Moreover, the bandits, having witnessed Liu Qianfeng being pierced through the heart by a sword and facing an attack by armored cavalry, were terrified before the battle even began.

As a result, Yanbo Diaosou and his men stormed the stockade wall in one wave of attacks. Fu'an's bodyguards and porters seized the wall to support the cavalry, while Zhou Yan and his men took advantage of the chaos to advance into the stockade.

In such an attack, the weakness of the stronghold lacking skilled fighters was directly magnified. Few leaders could scale rooftops to stop them, and the skilled fighters advanced with unstoppable momentum.

Zhou Yan had never met Ba Rui, but Lu Beihe had gathered detailed information about him. His nickname was "Mountain Demon," and he possessed exceptional martial arts skills, excelling in both internal and external techniques. He was skilled in "Eagle Claw Iron Shirt," and in terms of skill alone, he was the number one figure in both strongholds. He was a notorious bandit, plunderer, arsonist, and murderer. In the Funiu Mountain region, no matter what profession, gang, or organization a person belonged to, once he set his sights on someone, there was no way they could escape unscathed. If they weren't willing to spend their money, they would lose their lives. He was in the same boat as "Thousand-Handed Butcher" Peng Lianhu and "Ghost Gate Dragon King" Sha Tongtian.

Upon seeing the other party, how could Zhou Yan not take his life?

"Barina's life is here." Zhou Yan's figure flashed, and wherever he passed, the black tiles beneath his feet crackled and popped.

"Who is this madman?" Barry roared in fury.

Before Zhou Yan could answer, Wang Kui shouted from behind, "The Divine Sword is here to take your dog's life."

Zhou Yan chuckled, his figure landing on the narrow street. He spread his legs and kicked the two men away in mid-air, while Ba Rui also landed on the ground.

The name "Mountain Demon" was not undeserved. In an instant, it covered a distance of more than ten zhang. When its body suddenly enlarged and was still two zhang away from Zhou Yan, it pushed off with its feet and leaned forward, like a flying eagle pouncing on the ground. At the same time, it formed eagle claws with its hands and launched a series of attacks.

"Well done!" Zhou Yan's body sank and rose, his claws outstretched, and as his powerful claws tore through the air, the howling wind sounded like the cry of a hawk, piercing people's ears.

In the blink of an eye, the grappling and pinning maneuvers unfolded between the two sides, and at first glance, it looked as if two birds of prey were soaring and tearing each other apart in the dust.

"How do you know Eagle Claw Kung Fu?" The two moved with lightning speed, their internal energy surging outwards. The walls of the alley exploded one after another with bangs as their claws landed. Ba Rui retreated continuously, roaring as he asked the question.

"You are ignorant and ignorant; what you have learned is merely superficial." Zhou Yan was actually using "Yue Family Sanshou," a style of martial arts also known as Yue Family Eagle Hand, Eagle Claw, or Eagle Hand Fist. It resembles eagle claw techniques.

Enraged by Zhou Yan's mockery, Ba Rui let out a shout, clenched his fists, and struck out with a powerful claw strike. The force of the claws tore through the air, producing a tearing sound like ripping silk, and landed directly on Zhou Yan's elbows at the "Quchi" acupoint.

Zhou Yan clasped his hands together in front of his chest, palms down, and rotated his arms outward, performing the "White Snake Spits Venom" move from the Yue Family Sanshou style, as if he were presenting his elbows to Ba Rui.

With a "snap," Barry snapped his elbow, but the smile that had just appeared on his face instantly froze; the thief was wearing armor.

With a hiss, Ba Rui's fingernails scraped against Zhou Yan's arm guards, leaving a trail of sparks. Zhou Yan's right hand, which was covered in his chest, suddenly flipped outward, transforming his freehand technique into the "Heart-Shattering Palm" from the Nine Yin Manual, striking Ba Rui's "Shangwan" acupoint above his abdomen with a "bang."

The Iron Shirt is just for show.

The internal force emanating from Zhou Yan's right palm "Laogong acupoint" entered Ba Rui's body through his "Shangwan acupoint," surging towards his pericardium like a turbulent river along his meridians.

Barui let out a strange cry, sucked in his stomach and chest, and flipped himself upside down onto the side roof. He landed with a thud, feeling his blood and qi churning uncontrollably, and his meridians swelling and aching terribly as if they were being burned.

"Ugh!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.

A gust of wind howled, and a white figure fell.

"Chief Ba, how are you?" Yu Huacheng asked as he rushed over.

“It’s alright.” Barry was savage, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he stared at Zhou Yan.

A scream of agony suddenly came from the narrow street. The old fisherman in the misty waves swung his fishing rod diagonally and horizontally. He advanced all the way, breaking the bones and tumbling the bandits in front of him. In the blink of an eye, his figure landed beside Zhou Yan.

The fishing rod trembled like a strange snake, and the old fisherman in the misty waves chuckled, "White Lotus Sect."

"Hmm!" Zhou Yan turned his gaze away from the White Lotus Saint Child Wuse who was rushing towards him from afar and looked at the old man with white eyebrows and a white beard in front of him.

A quick recollection of the conversation with Zhang Sanqiang makes it easy to guess his identity.

"Are you Yu Huacheng, the leader of the White Lotus Sect?"

How do you recognize me?

"Master, he is the one who stole the golden doll." Wuse, who had fought with Zhou Yan, broke through the air and landed beside Yu Huacheng. "They were also the ones who broke into the Poyang Lake water village."

In the past, Zhou Yan, Liu Qingzhou, and Yanbo Diaosou escaped after obtaining the Golden Baby from Longhu Mountain. Yu Huacheng, who later appeared, sent Wuse to the Poyang Lake branch. Wuse learned about the incident and easily deduced from the weapons that Yanbo Diaosou was the one who broke into the Poyang Lake water fortress.

Yu Huacheng said in a deep voice, "Do you have a grudge against the White Lotus Sect?"

"Yes!"

Yu Huacheng was taken aback, then asked again, "What grudge do you hold against me?"

Zhou Yan chuckled softly and said to Wuse, "Since you've recognized us, why don't you tell us why you stormed the Poyang Lake branch?"

Yu Huacheng looked at Wuse.

"The gang members kidnapped an Indian monk in Yueyang. The old monk was their accomplice."

The old fisherman on the misty waves smiled coldly: "It's repaying kindness with enmity. The Indian monk was kind and benevolent. He saved those heartless wolves and dogs from the Poyang Lake stronghold, but those beasts kidnapped the monk and took him to Poyang Lake instead."

“That’s true. But the Indian monk has already been rescued by them,” Wuse whispered to Yu Huacheng.

Yu Huacheng nodded and looked at Zhou Yan, "I see. Now that the Indian monk is safe, it's better to resolve conflicts than to create them. How about we make this a smaller matter?"

"How about I kill Ba Rui first, and then we can talk about this?" Zhou Yan said with a smile.

Yu Huacheng sneered, "Since you don't know what's good for you, this old man will come and learn your skills."

"it is good!"

Zhou Yan was practicing the first volume of the Nine Yang Manual on Mount Chaya, using the method of stimulating blood with yang energy to improve his skills over the past year. He had also achieved mastery of swordsmanship, and it was a good time to test his skills against the White Lotus Sect Leader.

(End of this chapter)