The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 286 The Fire-Worker Monk Falls into a Crocodile Pond

A terrifying killing intent surged towards Ouyang Feng like molten lava.
In a flash, Ouyang Feng withdrew his strength, then exerted force with both feet. His large sleeves vibrated in the air, creating a piercing gust of wind. He rose from the ground, spun around in the air like a swirling snowflake, and landed several feet away on the ground.

Huang Yaoshi felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him as Ouyang Feng's "Toad Stance" strike landed on his back. Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, and his bones cracked. He held his breath and stepped on the Bagua and Liuhe steps, his figure elusive and ethereal, like a wisp of smoke, dodging the Fire-Worker Monk's turn to strike back.

The Fire-Worker Monk missed his attack and retreated several feet with a whoosh. He flicked his sleeve, looked at Zhou Yan, and revealed a sinister smile.

Ouyang Feng thought to himself, "What a pity."

"Father, how are you?" Huang Rong cried out and landed beside Huang Yaoshi.

How could Huang Yaoshi possibly reveal his internal injuries to Huang Rong?

"Rong'er, don't worry, everything is fine." As Huang Yaoshi's voice fell, he looked at Ouyang Feng with a cold smile, "Brother Feng, your reputation as the Western Poison is truly well-deserved, you are indeed ruthless."

Ouyang Feng laughed heartily: "I just wanted to get closer to Brother Yao."

"Then how about I learn from Brother Feng's improved martial arts skills?"

"Easy to say."

After saying those two words, Ouyang Feng stared at Huang Yaoshi and slowly squatted down.

Huang Yaoshi then exhaled his turbid breath, inhaled slightly, and forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi, placing his feet on the position of the Eastern Wood.

The Fire-Worker Monk gave a sinister smile and looked at Zhou Yan, saying, "Boy, did you kill my two disciples?"

Zhou Yan knew that the Fire-Worker Monk was referring to Baoxiang and Baolei. He chuckled softly, "The master will know when he sees them."

"Haha, this arrogance surpasses even that of this old monk back in the day." The Fire-Worker Monk took two steps, his figure transforming into a bright yellow afterimage. His entire body seemed to suddenly swell up, and the wind and thunder roaring from his robes were like placing a red-hot iron into ice water, shrill and ear-piercing.

The moonlight seemed to sway, and the oppressive force and energy surged towards Zhou Yan like a tide. At this moment, the Qingfeng Sword emitted a clear sword cry, and the burst of cold light circled around the Fire-Worker Monk like a bolt of lightning.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a piercing "hissing" sound as it unleashed the "One Sword Seven Stars" technique, derived from the Quanzhen Swordplay. The sword's momentum was rapid and fierce, with almost no gaps between each move. Suddenly, it appeared as if a curtain of light was falling towards the Fire-Worker Monk.

In an instant, the sword's light screen collided with the robe woven from gold and silver threads, and a series of metallic clanging sounds were like the dense explosion of fireworks, with sparks flying everywhere.

Several figures swiftly approached at that moment. Gongsun Zhi's pupils contracted, and among the newcomers was Qiu Qianchi.

The old fisherman on the misty waves laughed heartily, "Young Gongsun, you didn't expect this, did you?"

"Take them down," Gongsun Zhi said with a sinister expression.

Before the disciples in the valley could make a move, Nemo Xing chuckled, "You old man are quite arrogant. I'll come and see what you've got."

"I couldn't ask for more." The fishing rod trembled like waves in the hands of the old fisherman, creating a phantom image that fell towards Nemo Star.

Ouyang Ke opened his folding fan with a swish and said to Yang Miaozhen with a smile, "I've come to learn from you..."

With a fierce and domineering "whoosh," the spear cleaved through the air like waves, piercing several meters into the distance, heading straight for Ouyang Ke's location. Yang Miaozhen ignored Ouyang Ke's nonsense.

Liu Qingzhou glanced at them briefly, noticing Yin Kexi's missing arm, Helian Chuncheng's youth, and Gongsun Zhi's age being roughly the same as his own. He said, "I'll spar with you."

Gongsun Zhi snorted coldly, and the golden knife and black sword in his hands clashed together with a "clang". He flicked his wrist and thrust three times in quick succession, one sword aimed at Liu Qingzhou's head, one at his left neck, and one at his right neck.

Liu Qingzhou was also a master of fast swordsmanship. He used the "Thousand Swallows Circling Back" move from Hengshan's "Returning Wind and Falling Wild Geese Sword" to wield the long sword from bottom to top, as if wild geese were circling in the air. With three "clangs" sounds, Liu Qingzhou, who had just received Gongsun Zhi's three swords, flicked his wrist and unleashed the "Three Drunkennesses of Yueyang" move. The sword flowers that bloomed were dazzling and flashed like lightning, falling towards the Valley Master of the Valley of Heartbreak.

Baoshu thought that since he had already broken ties with Huang Yaoshi, he might as well capture Huang Rong first. He slowly walked out and said to Huang Rong, "This humble monk Baoshu, please learn the unique skills of Peach Blossom Island."

Huang Rong's martial arts skills are above average, enough to contend with Helian Chuncheng and others. However, they fall short of the highest levels, far inferior to Baoshu's cultivation, but her judgment is excellent.
Judging from the opponent's burly physique, his fingers and palms were as hard as refined iron, with a hint of blue, which was a sign that his claw skills had reached a state of perfection.

She smiled and said, "Great monk, I am no match for you, there's no need to fight."

Baoshu was taken aback, feeling somewhat conflicted.

Qiu Qianchi could tell that the other party's cultivation level was the most outstanding among everyone present, excluding Huang Yaoshi and others, and second only to Zhou Yan. She said, "I'll spar with you."

"Good!" Baoshu took a step forward, as if his feet did not touch the ground, and the "Vajra Finger" landed on Qiu Qianchi.

Huang Rong became the person with the most nothing to do.

Helian Chuncheng and Yin Kexi would not harm Huang Rong unless Huang Yaoshi was killed.

Huang Rong knew that her father and Ouyang Feng were evenly matched in cultivation, so she looked towards Zhou Yan.

The clash between the two had already spread outwards with a thunderous roar.

Under the silvery moonlight, the scene of leaping and chasing was astonishing. Zhou Yan, who was using the Quanzhen "Golden Goose Skill", flew with extremely graceful and fluid movements, like an eagle spreading its wings or a giant crane riding the wind, landing in the bamboo forest. The robe of the Fire-Worker Monk behind him fluttered, and his whole body seemed to turn into a phantom, constantly closing the distance.

"Boy, you can't escape the Buddha's grasp, no matter where you go." The Fire-Worker Monk cackled. Zhou Yan, who had landed in the bamboo forest, swung his Qingfeng sword with a whoosh. With a series of "crackling" sounds, bamboo stalks fell one after another, and the clear sword light burst forth, breaking the bamboo into pieces.

As Zhou Yan spun around, he kicked all the bamboo at the Fire-Worker Monk.

The Fire-Worker Monk, imbued with the internal energy contained in his robe that could shatter anything it touched, smashed the bamboo arrows that came hurtling towards him like a storm, and then charged headlong into the bamboo forest.

One bamboo stalk after another flew up and was smashed to pieces. Zhou Yan and Huogong Toutuo pushed their way through the bamboo forest and arrived at the rows of stone houses.

"Boy, you've got nowhere to turn, haven't you?" The Fire-Worker Monk's robe flew off with a whoosh. Holding a corner of the robe, he swung it around like a bright yellow dragon, devouring Zhou Yan. The Green-Edge Sword instantly rose up like a dragon unfurling, piercing the robe. Suddenly, the Fire-Worker Monk's palm emerged from beneath the robe, slapping away the sword. A fierce palm strike, like a tidal wave crashing down, struck Zhou Yan.

"Vajra Palm".

"A little discerning."

Zhou Yan slightly bent his knees, crossed his swords to his left and right, and thrust out a "Regretful Dragon" strike with his right palm.

A muffled "bang" exploded in the air, and a surge of energy shot out in all directions. Zhou Yan stumbled backward, his body crashing into the wooden door of the stone house behind him.

Dust billowed, the wooden door flew open, and Zhou Yan backed into the room.

“That’s Master’s alchemy room.” Fan Yiweng, who was standing some distance away, changed color.

……

The moonlight and candlelight illuminated the interior scene in perfect detail, revealing that the table and cabinets were filled with medicine bottles, and countless herbs hung on the walls. Three alchemy furnaces stood side by side on the west side.

Zhou Yan exerted immense force into his legs, yet his body moved swiftly through the alchemy room, constantly stomping on the floor. Suddenly, his face lit up with joy as his powerful internal energy circulated through his meridians, gushing out from the palm and finger acupoints of the Shaoyang Meridian and flowing into the Qingfeng Sword. With a flick of his wrist, he instantly thrust several swords into the ground, then stomped on the floor with his right foot, creating a powerful tremor.

"Boy, prepare to die." With a sinister laugh, the tall, thin figure of the Fire-Worker Monk appeared at the entrance of the alchemy room.

Zhou Yan sheathed his sword with a backhand motion, and the Qingfeng sword swished back into its sheath. He then flipped over behind a pill furnace and pushed it out with both hands.

With a clang, the alchemy furnace was lifted off the ground and hurtled towards the fire-working monk.
"Well done!" The Fire-Worker Monk slapped out with his left hand, using the "Subduing Heretics" move from the Prajna Palm technique. The horizontally approaching alchemy furnace spun half a circle in the air before crashing down with a thud, filling the air with alchemical ash and making it difficult to see.

The monk's sleeves, propelled by the internal energy of the Fire-Worker Monk, were like two iron fans spread out, rapidly waving and sweeping away the dust, pushing forward like a chariot.

"Kid, you've run out of tricks." The Fireworker Monk smiled sinisterly, and as he moved forward, his palms suddenly drew an arc in each direction, and he pushed out with great force. The power of the "Great Vajra Palm" was like a raging torrent, like the ocean flowing backward, surging out with a roar.

"Who said that?" Zhou Yan unleashed a series of palm strikes, each one more than the last, using several moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to build an invisible wall of energy with a storm-like force, powerfully resisting the Fire-Worker Monk's palm strikes.

With a deafening roar, the air swirled into a vortex, churning and surging violently.

Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, crashing into an incense burner. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The Fire-Worker Monk took a step back, then steadied himself and laughed as he moved forward. Suddenly, with a "crack," the Fire-Worker Monk felt his feet go weak, as if he had stepped into empty air. The ground suddenly collapsed, and the Fire-Worker Monk, sinking down, knew he was in trouble. He quickly gathered his inner energy and pulled himself up.

A furnace of alchemy crashed down on him.

The Fire-Worker Monk protected his head with both palms, and with a loud bang, his body was smashed and fell straight down.

"what……"

The Fire-Worker Monk felt his body plummeting straight down, and even after several dozen feet, he still hadn't hit the ground. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he knew he was doomed.

Before his thoughts could settle, the Fire-Worker Monk plunged into the water with a splash.

"Amitabha." The fire-working monk went from being shocked to being overjoyed, thinking that the Buddha would protect him. He paddled with both hands to the surface of the water and felt that there was a fishy smell in the air.

What is this smell? The Fire-Worker Monk was secretly surprised. Suddenly, the sound of water splashing from his left and back became very rapid. He flipped out his right palm and suddenly pressed down on a large, cold, rough object, which looked like scales.

The Fire-Worker Monk was terrified. What was this thing?
From the darkness, a crocodile suddenly emerged, opening its blood-red maw to bite at the Fire-Worker Monk.

……

"You little thief, I'm not done with you yet!" The roar of the Fire-Worker Monk echoed from the deep underground pool. Zhou Yan, who had calmed down, crouched down and looked down into the deep underground, and smiled.

This was originally the place where Qiu Qianchi was imprisoned in the world of Condor Heroes.

Not long ago, Zhou Yan cleverly asked Qiu Qianchi about the location of the alchemy room, which was to leave himself a backup plan.

It was originally prepared for Ouyang Feng, but unexpectedly, the Fire-Worker Monk fell down.

Deserve it.

He got up and rushed out of the pill room.

(End of this chapter)