The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

However, Yang Guo was not willing to accept this, and with his figure seemingly real yet illusory, he expanded the battle circle, drawing in the other two old Taoists.

A storm was brewing.

The white-clad youth moved nimbly around the arena, his hands and legs whipping out attacks on the three with relentless force.

Yang Guo was going all out at this moment, but he still held back a trick.

After all, he was only using Quanzhen martial arts at this time.

Moreover, I just learned how to use my palms and legs.

Jin Yangong's long period of study made him invincible, allowing him to leave whenever he wanted and fight whenever he wanted.

At this moment, the young man's internal energy seemed to be free.

Each palm strike and kick carries immense power. Although the moves are wide and sweeping, they are executed with the palm for defense and the kick for offense, leaving no openings.

But in the eyes of the three old Taoists, it was still not enough.

The three have worked together for many years, and although they haven't used any formations, they already know what the other is thinking.

Qiu Chuji's swordsmanship was fierce from the moment he drew his sword. He stepped out with his left foot, and the rocks beneath his feet cracked and showed patterns. He drew his sword with his right hand, and the sword followed his hand, stabbing towards Yang Guo like raindrops. His attack was as swift as lightning, cutting through the chaos with a quick blade.

The three of them had already lost when they joined forces. If they could not win, how would the Quanzhen Sect explain itself?

Yang Guo had no choice but to lightly tap his feet forward to create some distance.

But Wang Chuyi had already silently blocked his escape route.

With legs like dragons, they struck multiple acupoints on Yang Guo's back, aiming to restrict his movement.

Hao Datong, however, was assisting from the flanks to prevent Yang Guo from breaking his formation.

Huang Rong cursed inwardly that there were no good people among these Taoist priests.

The three Quanzhen disciples surrounded a boy, so her father should teach them a lesson.

Only then did Yang Guo realize the pressure brought by the three of them.

He was undoubtedly skilled, but in terms of the subtlety of his moves and experience, although he had learned many martial arts, he had very little experience in combat.

They often win by relying on brute force and inner strength.

But I just learned a lot from the two old Taoist priests.

He immediately spun around in mid-air, with his legs facing Qiu Chuji and his palms facing Wang Chuyi.

The internal force surged forth as if it were a tangible force. Qiu Chuji's attempt to cleverly restrain Yang Guo was instantly shattered by Yang Guo's kicks. Qiu Chuji was forced back several steps by the impact. He swung his sword back to stop his retreat and then used his movement technique to attack Yang Guo.

At this moment, Yang Guo's palms collided with Wang Chuyi's legs.

Then, without any rumbling thunder, Yang Guo was kicked away by both legs like a kite with a broken string.

Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise, "Guo'er!"

Wang Chuyi was startled. His kick had been like hitting cotton. Yang Guo pushed out clouds with both palms, layer upon layer, at incredible speed, shooting towards Qiu Chuji who had stopped the decline.

Wang Chuyi secretly thought to himself that something was wrong; this kid had premeditated this.

"Be careful, senior brother!"

Wang Chuyi had to remind him that this kid, with the strength of his legs and the power of his palms, might be too much for Qiu Chuji to handle.

Qiu Chuji knew Yang Guo's intentions as soon as he saw Yang Guo's figure, without needing any reminder.

This kid has profound internal strength; how could Wang Chu's legs possibly cause him to be defeated like this?

As expected, he is a seasoned martial arts expert.

Unfortunately, Yang Guo had no intention of winning through skill or ingenuity.

They were just three old Taoist priests; he simply suppressed them with force.

Their primary target was Qiu Chuji, who possessed the strongest martial arts skills.

With the help of Wang Chuyi, Yang Guo's figure retreated backward and flipped in the air, rising into the sky one turn after another.

Then it plummeted down with tremendous force.

The young man was even faster than the golden eagle swooping down. The moment his feet touched the ground, a white shadow flashed by, and he was already in front of Qiu Chuji in an instant.

He slightly turned his head to avoid Qiu Chuji's thrusting sword.

He leaned back, using his waist as a pivot point, to dodge Qiu Chuji's sword sweeping stance.

At the same time, Yang Guo kicked out with his right foot, his body spinning in the air like a spinning top, aiming at Qiu Chuji's chest.

Qiu Chuji cursed inwardly, "This brat doesn't know his own strength. If that kick had landed properly, he wouldn't be alive."

He made a decisive move, lifting his wrist upwards and instantly thrusting downwards.

It's clearly a lose-lose situation.

Unfortunately, although Yang Guo was spinning, all that could be heard was a "ding-ding" sound, like the sound of fingertips flicking the blade of a sword.

And their feet moved forward without hesitation.

At the critical moment.

Qiu Chuji was dragged away from Yang Guo's attack range.

At the same time, Qiu Chuji reached out with both palms from behind and blocked Yang Guo's legs.

The man instantly aggravated his internal injuries, coughed up blood, and staggered back.

Yang Guo stood still and did not make any further moves.

Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi had already moved in front of Hao Datong, who was retreating and had just stopped, fearing that the young man would attack again.

Yang Guo had only managed to deflect Qiu Chuji's sword with the force of his fingers, which was no longer a Quanzhen Sect technique.

He originally intended to use the Quanzhen Heart Sutra to defeat them throughout the entire process.

Now that he has changed his tactics midway, he has lost the will to fight.

How could the Quanzhen Sect tolerate such a humiliating disgrace?

It was obvious that Yang Guo had been dominating their grandmaster throughout the entire battle.

The disciples immediately gathered around.

This seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy actually held his own against the three Quanzhen masters, which shocked them.

At Zhao Zhijing's signal, the disciples had already secretly aligned themselves in the Big Dipper Formation and taken their positions, awaiting their master's order.

Huang Rong was already floating beside Yang.

Yang Guo, holding Huang Rong in his arms, attempted to use the Golden Goose Technique to escape the battlefield.

But then a deep, resonant voice rang out, heavy with age yet powerful: "Stop!"

Two more figures emerged from the darkness, a man and a woman.

Both were tall and slender. The male Taoist priest was like a deep pool, with a calm and composed demeanor, exuding an aura that could soothe the soul.

The female Taoist priest, on the other hand, possessed an ethereal quality, with a slender and upright figure, and an otherworldly purity in her eyes and brows.

Yang Guo was observing the two at the same time.

Both of them were also sizing up Yang Guo.

Beside the two was a boy, Qingming, who had a bruised and swollen face.

The female Taoist priest broke the silence first: "Are you Yang Guo? Is Jia'er talking about you?"

Yang Guo looked at the dusty female Taoist priest with surprise.

"This humble one, Yang Guo, greets Master Sun." Yang Guo performed a disciple's salute.

The visitors were Ma Yu and Sun Bu'er.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Yang Guo bowing.

You really are a member of the Quanzhen Sect!

Then why are you fighting us to the death as if we have a deep-seated hatred for each other!

Didn't you see that Master Zhao was scared to death by you?!

Only Huang Rong pursed her lips and remained silent.

Sun Bu'er looked at this handsome young man who seemed to be from another world and was speechless.

Ma Yu was also staring at him at this moment.

Sun Bu'er thought that tonight her own disciple had come to find his lover and was then surrounded and attacked.

Unexpectedly, the lover was her disciple's lover, while the woman was someone else entirely.

Her disciple praised her lover to the skies in his letter, saying that such a man should only exist in heaven, how could one see him on earth?

But seeing it today, it is indeed so.

No wonder her disciple was so infatuated that he couldn't walk.

Before entering the pass, she instructed her disciples to report to her immediately if there was any news about Yang Guo or her disciples.

"Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle, Yang Guo and that woman broke into our sect, injured countless disciples, and even plotted against three elders. You must do justice for our disciples!"

Zhao Zhijing and Lu Qingdu cried and complained.

"That's enough!"

When Ma Yu spoke, the two women stopped crying abruptly.

"Yang Guo, where did you get your cultivation level from?"

"I just learned it."

"You're talking nonsense. Your Golden Goose Skill doesn't look like something you just learned." Lu Qingdu said indignantly. As a fourth-generation disciple, he had nothing, yet some unknown grand-disciple had learned this core skill.

With his master and grandmaster backing him up, how could he be weak?

He is genuine, but his master is incredibly weak.

He wished he could shut this disciple's mouth.

The three disciples of Quanzhen also glanced at Lu Qingdu.

Lu Qingdu was covered in a cold sweat.

Could it be that he has caught the eye of the grandmasters?

He was immediately invigorated and continued, "Two grandmasters, this Yang Guo infiltrated our sect long ago, used our sect's medicinal herbs to heal his injuries, and conspired with the demoness to harass our sect for many days. He is not human, and even attacked Grandmaster Qiu and the others..."

Lu Qingdu broke out in a cold sweat again and dared not say anything more.

Yang Guo looked at him with a half-smile, and he instantly felt a chill run down his spine, remembering how his master had been carried by him like a dead dog.

He hurriedly hid behind his master, then, feeling uneasy, retreated behind his other grandmasters.

Ma Yu asked, "Is this true?"

Sun Bu'er was furious when he saw that the woman was not his disciple and was so intimate with the young man, so he stopped talking.

Yang Guo was also helpless, he did not expect to meet Sun Bu'er in this kind of occasion.

However, there is no other way now that things have come to this.

He calmly replied, "That's not true."

The disciples were completely dumbfounded. Are you really lying without blushing? Do you really think we're all blind?

The three disciples of Quanzhen exchanged glances, especially Qiu Chuji, whose eyes were filled with anger. This boy's actions were too wicked and completely uneducated.

He still tries to deny the undeniable facts!

"Yang Guo, stop talking nonsense! Quickly admit your mistake."

Yang Guo glanced at Qiu Chuji, then said to the Quanzhen disciples, "This place is the boundary between Quanzhen and the Ancient Tomb. She and I have not crossed the boundary."

"As for what that gossip just said, I will accept it as long as there is evidence."

"As for this Golden Goose Skill?"

Yang Guo abruptly changed the subject, his gaze instantly sharpening as he swept over the group.

He paused on his toes, and his white clothes and black hair moved without wind.

His body actually rose into the air inch by inch.

Amidst everyone's astonishment,

In the blink of an eye, his figure was already several feet off the ground.

He looked down at the crowd.

A voice came from the sky: "If... anyone... here... can... defeat my... Golden Goose Skill, then it belongs to your Quanzhen Sect. Otherwise, why didn't you steal my Golden Goose Skill!"

His words grew increasingly steady, which terrified everyone present.

The white-clad youth stood suspended in mid-air, his powerful aura silently spreading out, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The moonlight was like silver, and he was like a banished immortal under the moon, looking down upon the mortal world.

Dressed in white, her hair as black as ink.

A pair of starry eyes shone brightly under the moonlight.

He simply lowered his head and gazed down quietly, as if taking in all the beings in this mortal world.