The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 326 Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng

Several figures appeared and disappeared in the night wind, stopping as they approached the Fu'an Escort Agency. The moonlight illuminated their silhouettes clearly.

The man with a high nose and deep-set eyes, dressed in a white robe, was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. Accompanying him were Ouyang Ke, Helian Chuncheng, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, and others. Further away, moving in a crisscrossing pattern, were twenty or thirty skilled martial artists recruited by Yang Kang.

Li Taiping and Li Yan headed towards Fu'an Escort Agency from Yuelai Inn. The scouts waiting outside quickly relayed the message back to the villa where Ouyang Ke was staying.

Ouyang Feng wanted to kill Zhou Yan, so he rushed over with Ouyang Ke, only to encounter a fierce battle between the Yipintang and the Imperial City Guard outside the Fu'an Escort Agency.
The moonlight was bright and the visibility was excellent. Helian Chuncheng asked in confusion, "That's strange. The people who fought with the Imperial City Guards were not from the Fu'an Escort Agency."

"Are you sure?" Ouyang Ke asked.

Helian Chuncheng nodded: "There won't be any problem. The clothes are wrong, and everyone looks unfamiliar."

"Uncle, what should we do?"

As Ouyang Ke asked this question, a muffled rumbling sound came from the direction of the Fu'an Escort Agency.

"Huh, that's the power of a palm strike that cuts through the air." Ouyang Feng was quite surprised and said to Ouyang Ke, "Ke'er, come with me to the escort agency."

“Alright!” Ouyang Ke gave Helian Chuncheng some instructions, telling him to lead his men to lie in wait in the alley and act according to the signal fire. He then followed Ouyang Feng straight to Fu’an Escort Agency.

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A sound rang out within the silvery courtyard of the security escort agency.

"Chief镖头 (Huyan镖头, a person in charge of escorting goods) is fighting outside. It looks very intense."

Under the bright moonlight, Mu Nianci, standing in the wooden building with her spear in hand, heard the sounds of metal clashing and the screams of warriors on the verge of death coming from not far away. She spoke to Hu Yanlei beside her.

Hu Yanlei was also confused, but he remained calm. "Don't worry about it. As long as the chief镖头 (chief镖头, a high-ranking镖师, or the head镖师) and Brother Zhou don't give us any information, we'll just wait in secret. There's no need to take action."

"Hmm!" Mu Nianci nodded, when suddenly two white figures appeared in the night, one in front of the other. The two figures moved as fast as lightning.

Hu Yanlei and Mu Nianci were shocked. They didn't even get a clear look at the newcomer's face before the figure disappeared in a flash, as swift as a dragon.

"Chief镖头 (Huyan镖头, a type of镖头 is a person who is very dangerous or dangerous), did you see who came?" Mu Nianci asked in a low voice.

"Never."

"I don't know if they are friends or enemies."

Hu Yanlei pondered, "The people outside the escort agency are from the First-Class Hall. If a fight breaks out between them, and these two appear, could they be friends?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a white figure, like a large bird, swooped in from the distant night. Landing lightly on the cart, the figure soared several feet like an owl amidst the rustling of its robes, landing on the roof of the wooden building where the two were. The figure that followed was far less impressive, leaping several times in the courtyard before finally reaching the roof and quickly departing.

“It’s Ouyang Feng and his nephew,” Mu Nianci said.

Hu Yanlei's expression was solemn. After a moment's consideration, he said, "Let's go take a look."

"Ok!"

Hu Yanlei pushed open the window and jumped out. Mu Nianci followed closely behind. After several dozen steps, Wang Kui, Yang Tiexin, Liang Xiaowu and several other bodyguards followed. The seven figures quickly approached the courtyard where Zhou Yan, Zhang Wangyue and others were.

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Li Yan and Li Taiping appeared in the courtyard like ghosts, startling Li Wuxiang and Helian Dashi, who was at a disadvantage in his fight with Zhang Sanqiang.

Li Wuxiang's cultivation was comparable to that of the Fire-Worker Monk, and Helian Dashi was slightly inferior to Qiu Qianren's cultivation. Naturally, they could sense from their movement techniques that Li Yan and Li Taiping were extraordinary.

Zhou Yan caught a glimpse of the two out of the corner of her eye, and felt a sense of relief.

When Huang Rong was at Funiu Mountain, she threatened Li Yan. As long as Murong Yan, who was using the alias Li Yan, was in the Imperial City Guard, she would have to consider her identity, which in turn gave her some room to maneuver.

When Li Yan saw Zhou Yan, she secretly groaned; how had she run into such a formidable adversary?
Li Taiping briefly assessed the situation before turning his attention to Zhang Wangyue, who was fighting against Abbess Shengyin.

The Imperial City Guard's investigation was very thorough. They not only uncovered all the people with the surname Zhang in all the large and small escort agencies in Zhongdu, but also conducted a physical analysis. With Li Taiping's discerning eye, it was not difficult to determine Zhang Wangyue's identity based on just a few words of physical description.

Li Taiping's aim was to capture Zhang Wangyue, not to exterminate him like the Yipintang. He quickly assessed the situation and saw that the white-robed young man fighting Zhou Yan was at least as strong as himself, so it wouldn't be easy for Zhou Yan to break free and stop him when he made his move. The burly man fighting Zhang Sanqiang was also quite skilled; although he was at a disadvantage, he could at least hold off the Demonic Sect leader for a while. Based on this assessment, Li Taiping glanced at the ready-to-fight Qiu Qianchi and said to Li Yan, "I'll capture Zhang Wangyue first, and then we'll see if there's an opportunity to kill Zhang Sanqiang. You stay behind and watch."

"it is good!"

Li Taiping's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he had already moved from five or six zhang away to the battle between Zhang Wangyue and Master Shengyin.

Li Taiping swiftly dodged Master Shengyin's attack with a flick of his sword, then suddenly charged forward with lightning speed, moving like a rabbit. In an instant, he was less than two feet away from Zhang Wangyue. The strangeness of his attack was beyond imagination, and the speed of his movement was indescribable. With this charge, Zhang Wangyue's copper staff and hands were rendered useless.

"Surrender now!" Li Taiping's left hand, like an eagle's claw, reached for Zhang Wangyue's shoulder.

In an instant, a face filled with righteous indignation and anger magnified in Li Taiping's vision, and Zhang Wangyue's fierce headbutt came crashing down.

Li Taiping was taken aback and quickly retreated and advanced. In his line of sight, Zhang Wangyue's copper staff swept across, and Hu Yanlei, Wang Kui, Mu Nianci, Yang Tiexin, Liang Xiaowu and others also arrived at this moment.

Li Taiping floated up like a wisp of cloud as Zhang Wangyue swept his bronze staff across the ground. From a distance, he seemed to be stuck to the golden staff head. Zhang Wangyue was shocked and immediately pulled back his staff, throwing a punch.

Li Taiping struck out with his left hand, fist and palm colliding, the air exploding with a bang. Zhang Wangyue used the force to fly back more than two zhang. He landed and took several steps back, but felt the violent and agitated internal force surging into his opponent's palm, his meridians burning with pain.

Li Taiping's ghostly figure grew larger once more.

Qiu Qianchi was about to rush forward to provide assistance when he suddenly heard Zhang Wangyue say: "Heaven covers, earth supports, wind rises, clouds hang low, dragon flies, tiger wings, bird soars, snake coils."

Hu Yanlei, Mu Nianci, Yang Tiexin and others who rushed over suddenly realized that the chief镖头 (chief镖头) was talking about the Eight Formations. The beauty of the Eight Formations in the "Wumu Legacy" lies in the fact that thousands or even tens of thousands of people can use the formation, or eight people can work together, with one person being as effective as an entire formation.

In an instant, figures moved swiftly and crisscrossed, and Zhang Wangyue, Huyan Lei, and others surrounded Li Taiping within the Eight Trigrams Formation. The formation was complete, gunfire erupted, and killing intent surged.

The sudden change of events caught Master Shengyin, Qiu Qianren, and Li Yan off guard. Master Shengyin saw the eight people from the Fu'an Escort Agency fighting with the swordsman who had forced her back with a single sword strike and made her hair stand on end. She guessed that the other party was no match for her. After briefly assessing the battle, she rushed to help Helian Dashi.

Qiu Qianchi's figure swirled and elusive, the sharp force brought by his palms intercepted by Master Shengyin.

"Old nun, let's exchange a few blows."

"I'm afraid of you."

Qiu Qianchi and Abbess Shengyin were fighting, and Li Yan suddenly had no opponent.

Zhou Yan's appearance was completely unexpected by Li Yan, which forced him to change his original idea of ​​creating chaos and think about how to find a solution that would satisfy both Zhou Yan and Li Taiping, so as to prevent Li Taiping from suspecting him and thus solve the current thorny problem.

Suddenly, Li Yan saw a white figure plummeting towards the courtyard like a falcon.

He let out a long roar, his white robes fluttering as he swiftly moved forward, his longsword flashing and thrusting forward. In an instant, it shone brightly like lightning, condensing into a crystalline fan shape. The sword light was hazy, emitting a piercing sound of tearing silk, as if it wanted to cut the approaching Ouyang Feng into pieces.

The fan-shaped sword light, like a crescent moon, came forward. Ouyang Feng chuckled dryly, his voice filled with extreme anger. Since he had gone south after cultivating his strength in the Western Regions, he had encountered masters with unique skills such as Zhang Sanqiang, Huogong Toutuo, Yu Huacheng, Qiu Qianren, and Zhuang Shiyi, as well as rising stars like Zhou Yan, whom he could not ignore. But no matter the former or the latter, none of them had taken the initiative to provoke him.

The swordsmanship of this young man, who was no less than Zhou Yan's and looked even younger than Ke'er, attacked without saying a word. When did the dignified Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, become so disgraced?

Ouyang Feng tossed his snake staff to Ouyang Ke behind him. His sleeves billowed up like sails billowing in the wind. In an instant, he swung his arms with all his might, his inner strength propelling his iron sleeves like two iron fans in the moonlight. He surged forward, smashing the longsword in Li Yan's hand. He crouched slightly, and with a "clang," he thrust out with both palms. The "Toad Stance" palm force fell towards Li Yan like an invisible wall of energy.

How could this person's palm strike be so powerful? Li Yan had never expected that the person he had stopped was Ouyang Feng. The sheer power of that palm strike was unlike anything he had ever seen before. How could he dare to be careless? He immediately pointed with his left hand, channeling his inner strength to redirect the palm strike.

With a loud crash, the octagonal pavilion collapsed under Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill strike.

Ouyang Feng felt like he had gone mad.

It was another supernatural technique that shifted energy. As a martial arts grandmaster, he could naturally sense that the energy shifting technique Li Yan used was different from Zhang Sanqiang's "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth." Regardless, it was a unique skill.

What's wrong with this martial arts world? One Zhou Yan is one thing, but the old beggar and Huang Yaoshi have both taught him martial arts. How come another rising star with unique skills has suddenly appeared?

After Zhou Yan's strength was acknowledged by Ouyang Feng, he finally figured out a countermeasure after exchanging hundreds of blows with Li Wuxiang, drawing on his honed combat experience.

Li Wuxiang's palm strike, like a raging torrent, roared in once more. Zhou Yan's palms flashed out in arcs, each pushing forward with tremendous force. Li Wuxiang suddenly felt a sharp, piercing energy that forced all the energy in front of him to his sides. He recognized Zhou Yan's move as "Sheep Butts the Fence" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but before he could grasp Zhou Yan's motive, Zhou Yan stepped forward, his legs pressing in, his body darting in to close the distance.

Is he going to fight me in close combat? Li Wuxiang thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)