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

The young Taoist priest saw the disheveled boy's finger strike towards him.

He was terrified, his face filled with panic.

He saw that the young man had caused Zhao Zhijing to lose his sword with a single strike.

That's the number one person in three generations.

However, he felt neither pain nor itching after the boy pointed at him.

Hey, it turns out he's just good at footwork, but his spearhead is nothing special.

What a waste of that incredibly beautiful and gentle woman behind him.

He immediately shouted, "You little thief, how dare you come to the Quanzhen Sect to flirt with my Uncle Cheng! Fellow disciples, kill him!"

Although he was very excited.

However, there was no reaction on the field because of his words.

The young Taoist priest looked around and saw that the crowd around him was motionless.

He looked embarrassed.

Otherwise, if he could manage to do it himself, he might leave a good impression on this female senior sister.

But the coughing behind him interrupted his thoughts.

He turned his head sharply and saw a Taoist priest kneeling on the ground.

Hmm, this looks familiar.

Isn't this his beloved Uncle Zhao?

Zhao Zhijing crawled forward, crying out in his heart: "You can't see me, you can't see me."

Yang Guo was very satisfied with this bone-penetrating acupoint striking method; he hadn't expected it to be so effective.

One has to admire Ouyang Feng's prowess.

Yang Guo teased, "Oh, isn't this Master Zhao? What's going on? I didn't touch you with a single finger. Are you trying to scam me?"

Zhao Zhijing was filled with rage. Why did this wretched boy hit him whenever he saw him? What a damned bastard.

Zhao Zhijing, seething with resentment, shouted, "Yang Guo, you're arrogant and domineering! You just beat anyone who cultivates! What right do you have to cultivate?"

"Disciples, listen to my command! Form a battle formation and capture this arrogant youth! A generous reward awaits you!"

The Taoist priests were stirred by the words of the person in power and gathered around.

Yang Guo was overjoyed. He kicked up Zhao Zhijing's sword, which had fallen to the ground, and held it in his hand.

He decided that he should use swordsmanship more often in the future.

He just subconsciously used his fingers. This bone-penetrating acupoint technique emphasizes meridians and methods. With the assistance of the Nine Yin Manual, it is obvious that he has reached a higher level.

He secretly vowed that from now on he would only choose his own women.

What do you want, Zhao Zhijing?

But Cheng Yaojia would never allow her husband to be bullied, although she didn't think these stinky Taoist priests could bully Yang Guo either.

However, she was also angry because it interrupted her and her lover's continued time together.

Although she had reached the summit, the process had gone by too quickly. She wanted to continue, but this was just the beginning; she was far from satisfied.

She said, her voice laced with anger, "Is this Senior Brother Zhao? My master often mentions how Senior Brother Zhao is so busy with the trivial matters of the Taoist temple that he has no time for his spiritual cultivation. He's really worked hard. I just didn't expect that he's now putting in so much effort?"

Cheng Yaojia covered her face with her sleeve, her beautiful face pale, and said, "This is truly a devoted effort, your sister is ashamed. I will definitely put in a good word for you with Master."

The Taoist priests had never seen such a beautiful and mature woman before.

She was already naturally beautiful, and with Yang Guo's help and the nourishment of love, her every smile and frown is now captivating, even though she is in a perfectly normal state.

But it always leaves people itching to try it.

That is something an unborn Taoist priest could not withstand.

After hearing his voice, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have really thought that Zhao Zhijing had been working so hard that he was spitting blood on the ground.

Zhao Zhijing was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

Yang Guo's finger struck his heart meridian. In his haste, he had twitched twice and angrily shouted at Yang Guo. Now, he was so angry that he couldn't speak and felt the blood rushing to his throat.

Yang Guo smiled at him, knowing that he was not unable to speak because he was in a state of panic.

I'm afraid he feels his bones trembling and his blood and qi surging; how could he possibly speak?

With her intelligence, Cheng Yaojia could easily see through Zhao Zhijing's blushing face and understand the intricacies of the situation.

She continued, "I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhao to be so understanding and magnanimous. Since there's nothing more to say, let this young Taoist priest show me around the Taoist temple."

To be honest, this was only her second time visiting the Quanzhen Sect.

After all, apart from the one time when her master first took her in, she had long since lived a life of widowhood and had never come again.

However, her master treated her very well, and she didn't want her lover to have a falling out with her own sect. Now that he had walked right into her trap, she couldn't very well not say anything back.

If we don't run now, what if some troublemaker calls in the division commander? Are we just going to watch him and the division commander cause trouble?

This young man injured a third-generation core disciple with a single move. It was initially thought he had only increased his knowledge and physical strength, but his martial arts cultivation was far beyond what could be achieved overnight. However, how could a mere fourth-generation disciple like Xiao Xuzi possibly resist the overwhelming power of Taoism?

After this encounter, she was completely captivated by the man, and the blush on her face had just faded. She had also completely forgotten what her master had told her.

"Master Zhao, I'm taking Cheng Yaojia with me. Please inform Master Sun."

"If you dare to exaggerate, do you think I'll hit your weak spot next time?"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned as red as pig's blood.

He then spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Quick, quick, what are you waiting for? Save Senior Brother Zhao Zhijing!" The gentle voice rang out again, but it had already faded into the distance.

By the time someone looked over, the man and woman had already disappeared.

The narrow, winding path leading to the Quanzhen Taoist temple.

A graceful woman in purple was pressed against a young Taoist priest.

Fortunately, the young Taoist priest was very restrained and was not disturbed by the demons.

Unfortunately, the fairy knew how to break the Taoist's resolve.

One hand is like a monkey stealing peaches.

The trick was instantly broken.

He lamented that his own cultivation was insufficient, and the demon's cultivation time was more than ten years longer than his. He had no way to resist and could only let her do as she pleased.

She seems to have taken to getting things done by talking.

Yang Guo was genuinely afraid of corrupting her.

Fortunately, the fairy knew there were many Taoists here, so she didn't dare to act recklessly. After a short while, she sat still in his lap.

"My husband," she called softly.

Cheng Yaojia liked this because she discovered that it allowed her to control everything about the man, and she really enjoyed the feeling of having everything under her control.

Just as this man always wanted to control everything about her, she was powerless to resist. After all, Yang Guo had a sword, while she didn't even have a shield. She could only try her best to accept everything.

But now things are different; she has found a way to make him live or die at will.

Even though she had only been breathing for a short while, her breath was still fragrant and sweet, and she missed the man even more. She was also subconsciously showing him her seductive charm.

Looking at the jealous vixen, Yang Guo really wanted to kill this devil with a single sword stroke.

Fortunately, Cheng Yaojia only tried it briefly and knew how to control the degree and force.

Starting a fire is easy, but putting it out is difficult.

It might even take ten times the effort to destroy it; Cheng Yaojia understood this principle perfectly well.

She did it on purpose.

"My lord, tell me quickly, what is that woman like?"

Yang Guo said awkwardly, "Shall we go see the mountain instead?"

Cheng Yaojia pressed his head down, then lifted it up again.

Yang Guo, not understanding why, followed her movements.

Then a white expanse came into view, and then disappeared again.

He was completely confused.

She then continued, "We've seen two. Okay, hurry up and tell us!"

Yang Guo was astonished by his extraordinary talent.

This woman is incredibly capable now.

Cheng Yaojia was smug, only lamenting that she was too outstanding.

"My dear husband, just tell me, I promise I won't say it was you who told me."

Yang Guo had no interest in sharing another woman with one woman.

Moreover, it's Li Mingyue's business. Even if Yue'er finds out, she won't do anything to him; she'll just throw a little tantrum.

But he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't do anything to Cheng Yaojia.

The woman in his arms, though clearly the weakest, was actually the most mischievous.

Huang Rong alone would be enough to deal with you, and now you're going to provoke Li Mochou.

That girl is no longer a clueless idiot.

My practical experience far surpasses yours.

After all, Yang Guo fought her the most, and the scenes changed the most.

The woman took whatever she wanted from him and didn't know what it meant to refuse.

He was embarrassed.

There's still a long way to go, and much to explore.