The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 296 Mind Control Technique is No Match for a Punch
It's the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

The moment Zhou Yan regained his footing, a considerable number of Beggar Clan disciples exclaimed in surprise.

Lu Youjiao couldn't hide his feelings, but as an elder of the Beggars' Sect, he was quite adept at assessing situations. He didn't call out Zhou Yan's name, but instead busied himself asking Hong Qigong about the next move, loudly proclaiming, "That's right, this is 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' from Chief Hong's Dragon Subduing Palm Technique!"

Elder Peng's expression changed drastically, his mood shifting between light and dark. He first looked around, and seeing that the surrounding area was quiet, he quickly thought of a solution.

The four disciples remained calm, staring at Zhou Yan and asking, "Who are you?"

"And who are you?" Zhou Yan asked, circulating his Quanzhen Heart Sutra to dispel the cold yin energy between the three Yang meridians of his hand.

"What a joke! I am a disciple of the Beggars' Sect."

"Whether you're a true disciple or a treacherous one, I'll find out once I capture you." As Zhou Yan spoke, the strange chill in his three Yang meridians was dispelled. "Where did you learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? Did you harm the sect leader?" The four-bag disciple reacted quickly, refuting Zhou Yan and adding fuel to the fire.

“That’s right, perhaps this little thief is one of the culprits who harmed our leader.” Elder Peng’s disciple shouted.

Elder Jian stepped forward and asked, "Tell me quickly, how did you learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

"It was taught to me by Chief Hong himself."

"Nonsense! Judging from your clothes, you're not a member of the Beggars' Sect. Why would the Sect Leader pass on the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to you?" Elder Liang glared angrily. "I bet you took advantage of the Sect Leader's serious injury and used sweet words to trick him. Tell me, where is the Sect Leader?"

Elder Peng stepped forward and said gently, "Young man, is what you say true?"

"nature!"

Elder Peng said, "Look me in the eyes and say it again. Eyes don't lie."

Zhou Yan chuckled inwardly; this was an attempt to use a mind-controlling technique on me.

"Fine, I'll take a look." Zhou Yan looked at Elder Peng.

Elder Peng sneered inwardly. His eyes were set in a round, chubby face, like two thin slits, but a light shone through them, and his gaze was very clear. Elder Peng stared intently at Zhou Yan.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's figure darted into Elder Peng's line of sight, and a fist loomed over him.

This was beyond everyone's expectations, even Hong Qigong's.

With a "thud," Elder Peng was punched in the face, his body jolted violently, and his head snapped back. Tears and blood spurted from his face in an instant. The old beggar staggered backward, and Zhou Yan followed closely, striking his pressure points.

"Ruthless and cunning, let's see who you really are?" The four-bag disciple moved swiftly, like a ghost, and pounced on Zhou Yan.

“I have the same idea.” Zhou Yan took a step forward and suddenly thrust out a palm strike with his right hand, “The Dragon Regrets.”

He had come all the way from the Valley of Heartbreak, diligently practicing his skills by eating snake gall, and his internal strength had improved slightly. This palm strike came out with a whooshing sound, accompanied by an extremely piercing whistling wind, and the rolling energy was like a dragon in motion.

The four disciples flashed and disappeared, unleashing several palm strikes at Zhou Yan in an instant.

Zhou Yan's surging internal energy surged in his dantian, and he unleashed several powerful moves in succession, including "Shocking the Hundred Miles," "Riding the Six Dragons," and "Dragons Fighting in the Wild."

Two figures intertwined. In the dim light, the Beggars' Sect disciples could not see the two moving closer and closer in a small area in the blink of an eye. They could only hear the sound of their palms clashing, one louder than the last.

Zhou Yan felt that every palm strike from his opponent was filled with a chilling aura, which was extremely difficult to withstand. The four-bag disciple, however, felt that Zhou Yan's palm force was flowing with a warm and gentle heat, like a raging tide. His hands were like an invisible high wall, keeping his true energy out. After more than ten moves, he suddenly remembered someone, his expression changed drastically, and his figure suddenly spun around and flew up with the force of Zhou Yan's palm, landing towards Elder Peng and reaching out to grab him.

"How dare you!" Zhou Yan roared, his voice like thunder.

With a "clang," the Qingfeng Sword suddenly shone brightly, like a flash of lightning in the dark rainy night. With a single point of the sword, it was as if a silver bottle had shattered. Under that momentum that shattered everything in its path, the man could no longer unleash his follow-up move to grab Elder Peng.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" the man praised, then performed two somersaults and landed five or six zhang away. With two "bangs," two Beggar Clan disciples flew towards Zhou Yan. The man then flickered away like a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the night.

Zhou Yan had a sudden inspiration. He used his left and right hands to pull the two men by the wrists. This move was the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" technique. He lifted one person in each hand, spun them around several times, and then stood firmly on the ground, placing the two five-bag disciples on the ground.

The two Beggars' Sect disciples felt dizzy and weak in the knees, and collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Yan stepped forward and took the dog-beating stick from Elder Peng's hand.

"Who exactly are you?" Elder Jian asked sternly.

Zhou Yan ignored Elder Jian and turned to Lu Youjiao, "Elder Lu, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see." Lu Youjiao hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Young hero, do you know the whereabouts of the gang leader?"

"You little brat, you still remember me?" Hong Qigong's curse rang out from the darkness. His figure appeared on the rooftop, took a step into the courtyard, and Li Mochou followed closely behind.

"Chief!" Lu Youjiao was overjoyed, and the Beggars' Clan's Dirty Clothes Sect disciples knelt down with a clatter.

"Boss, you've finally arrived."

"How could trouble arise from helping Hong Fuqitian?" The Beggars' Sect disciples murmured among themselves, weeping with joy.

With a thud, Elder Jian and Elder Liang dropped their weapons to the ground and knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Chief." "Get up, you bunch of blind brats! You're infuriating!"

"Please atone for your sins, Lord."

Elder Liang, Elder Jian, and Lu Youjiao dared not get up.

Zhou Yan stepped forward and whispered, "Seventh Master, that man's palm strikes are chilling; touching them feels like falling into an ice cellar. His cultivation is above mine."

"I see it."

"Does the Seventh Master know his origins?"

"I don't know."

"May I ask on behalf of the Seventh Inquiry?"

"Release the acupoints first. Then I'll ask you questions."

"it is good!"

Fearing that Elder Peng would stir up trouble, Zhou Yan pressed several acupoints, including the one that made him mute. Without bending over, he used the "Finger Flicking Divine Skill" technique to release the pressure with a few "poof poof poof" sounds, his breath reaching two feet out.

Hong Qigong's eyelids twitched.

Elder Peng, having his acupoints released, rolled over to his feet and knelt on the ground, saying, "Please punish me, Master."

Hong Qigong snorted coldly: "Who is that person?"

"Zhuang Shiyi, protector of the White Lotus Sect".

Before Hong Qigong could ask any more questions, Elder Peng said, "At dusk, my two disciples and I were eating at Songhelou Restaurant when Yu Huacheng, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, and Zhuang Shiyi, the protector, came to us. They said that the Manichaean Sect and the Beggars' Sect are now enemies and they are willing to join forces to deal with Zhang Sanqiang. My disciples are eager to avenge the sect leader and agreed to cooperate. Please punish me, sect leader."

Zhou Yan's mind wandered.

Zhang Sanqiang had mentioned Zhuang Shiyi when he was in Jingzhou, saying that he was in charge of the internal affairs of the White Lotus Sect, rarely showed his face in public, and his cultivation level was unknown. At the time, he had not paid much attention to this name.

However, when he fought with the opponent, the Xuan Yin Palm Force reminded Zhou Yan of two people and two different martial arts techniques.

The Mysterious Netherworld Palm of the Hundred Losses Taoist, and the Ice Silkworm Poison Palm practiced by You Tanzhi.

There's also the name of the White Lotus Sect's protector.

Zhuang Shiyi.

You Tanzhi used the alias Zhuang Juxian.

Could it be that Zhuang Shiyi is a disciple or descendant of Zhuang Juxian? In the world of Tianlong, he jumped off a cliff and survived like Xiao Yuanshan.
After the White Lotus Sect's attempt to raise its banner failed, Zhuang Shiyi became the Hundred-Loss Taoist, or perhaps the Hundred-Loss Taoist was Zhuang Shiyi's disciple. Zhuang Shiyi used a chilling and unparalleled martial art that was somewhere between the "Mysterious Dark Palm" and the "Ice Silkworm Poison Palm".

Elder Peng confessed everything, and Elder Jian pleaded, "Chief, Elder Peng only did this foolish thing because he was trying to avenge you. Please forgive him, Chief."

Zhou Yan returned to his senses and said to Hong Qigong, "Qigong, I have a few questions for Elder Peng."

"Can!"

Zhou Yan grabbed Elder Peng and leaped away.

Seeing Zhou Yan leave, Hong Qigong waved his hand, "Disciples of each hall, please stay. The rest of you may leave."

"Understood, Chief."

"May the elder leader enjoy peace and prosperity." Upon seeing that Hong Qi'an was unharmed, ninety percent of the Beggars' Sect disciples rose and dispersed joyfully, leaving only a few dozen eight-bag and seven-bag disciples behind.

"Come here, everyone, and tell me what has happened in the various branches recently."

Dozens of people surrounded Hong Qigong and started making a ruckus.

Several courtyards apart, Zhou Yan threw Elder Peng, who had been acupunctured, on the ground, and left the desolate courtyard in a flash. When he returned, he was carrying a water bag and yellow hemp paper.

Zhou Yan released his pressure points and asked, "Tell me, how did the Beggars' Sect know the whereabouts of the Dog-Beating Stick? And who instructed the sect's disciples to provoke the Manichaeism?"

Elder Peng said angrily, "At that time, we did not know the whereabouts of the gang leader. We all wanted to avenge him, and everyone was eager to do so. How could it be as you say?"

"Nod when you want to tell the truth."

Zhou Yan chuckled softly, soaked some yellow hemp paper in a water pouch, and covered Elder Peng's face with it.

(End of this chapter)