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

The old man channeled his inner strength, knocking the flying sword away, and looked at the woman in the arena.

"Who is this woman? Is there such a beautiful woman in the world?"

Dressed in green, she stood tall like a green bamboo.

Although her face isn't stunningly beautiful, it's captivating.

"It's so-so, not as pretty as the woman in white I saw before."

The martial arts practitioners all chimed in with their opinions.

"Young lady, retreat immediately! You are no match for her!" Elder Lu shouted immediately.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, blood was about to spill out, so he quickly pressed on several acupoints to resist the cold.

"Tsk tsk, I never expected that the martial arts world of the Central Plains has really fallen behind. This day I have truly broadened my horizons. It's either good-for-nothing Taoist priests or beggars, young lady."

"I'm too lazy to deal with you guys. Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, then you might as well all die."

The old man was clearly getting impatient.

He was born to subdue everything.

All that came were shoddy goods; how could he possibly have the patience to keep going?

"Senior, it seems you are being arrogant. With your current aura, you are far inferior to the Five Great Masters of this era." The woman's voice was calm and peaceful, without any sign of panic.

"You child, you see me as a frog in a well, but since you have a good character, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Although Cheng Ying acted on impulse, she could not stand idly by now that she had encountered this situation.

Otherwise, these people probably wouldn't have survived.

For now, all she can do is stall for time. Perhaps her master hasn't left and is still nearby?

But now that things have come to this, she naturally won't back down.

"Your family is that of Huang Yaoshi, one of the Five Greats of our time. If you retreat, you still have a chance of survival."

Although she knew that her master disliked his disciples using his reputation to intimidate others, there was a reason for this, and her master was protective of his own, so he probably wouldn't blame her.

She had no choice but to use her master's reputation to intimidate others.

The old man's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Haha, I never expected to finally hear good news!"

"You're Huang Yaoshi's disciple? If he wants to capture you, he'll show up without a second thought. Very well, my long wait hasn't been in vain."

Cheng Ying had a bad feeling. As soon as she heard the old man say that, she knew that he would make a move immediately.

as predicted.

The old man moved even faster.

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of her, his hand slashing towards her neck.

Cheng Ying swung her sword to defend herself. She had just been watching the fight and knew that the old man's inner strength was domineering and chilling.

She held a sword in one hand to protect herself, while in the other hand, a jade flute was already flying, its sound coming from the heavens and entering the ears of mortals.

Unfortunately, the old man waved his sleeves, and all the sounds of the flute disappeared.

The old man reached out his other hand and placed a palm on her chest.

Since you won't obediently surrender, I'll leave you with your last breath.

It's just bait, after all.

Cheng Ying had no time to defend herself, and in fact, it would have been useless anyway, because in the old man's eyes, her swordsmanship was like a slowed-down version of her movements, full of flaws.

The woman coughed up blood and flew backward.

The old man suddenly took a step forward, his right hand forming a claw as he grabbed at the woman's left shoulder.

Now that there was an opportunity to find the Five Greats, he naturally stopped wasting time on such things.

Let's capture this woman first.

The woman was barely clinging to life after being struck by his palm; it was only because he had already withdrawn his strength.

After all, the dead are useless.

It's too late to say.

Just as the old man touched the woman's left shoulder.

A golden light, like a startled swan from the heavens, pierced through the sky.

The finger strike was as condensed as a pillar, and wherever it passed, the void seemed to be ignited, twisting and trembling, and it crashed straight towards the old man.

The old man felt his blood freeze. He shouted, but it was too late to dodge.

He clasped his hands together, channeled his inner energy, and unleashed a chain of white mist to meet the golden light.

At the point where the two rays of light met, a wave of heat swept outwards.

It was as if everyone had entered a Yin-Yang furnace and been refined.

They no longer cared about watching the battle and retreated hastily.

"What is this? Is this the One-Finger Divine Skill? Master Yideng has arrived! Great! Let's stop this Mongol from being so arrogant!" someone with keen eyes immediately exclaimed.

"Excellent! The master defeated this old man with just a flick of his finger."

Caught off guard, the old man was given the upper hand. The internal energy that entered his body was like the blazing sun, and it turned out to be his nemesis.

It's too hot.

The old man suppressed the rising blood pressure.

"I never expected that there would be such a person in the Central Plains. I am Xuanmingzi. I have learned a lot today. I will definitely pay my respects to the Southern Emperor in the future."

When the fog dissipated, the lingering sound echoed in the air.

The woman who should have been seriously injured and paralyzed in the middle of the field was now being held in someone's arms.

The man, dressed in white, stood against the wind, his appearance as elegant as jade. His long hair had just fallen gracefully from the air, as if he were a celestial being descending to the heavens, demonstrating the speed of his movements and the intensity of his mind.

The woman in his arms had a pale face and a scattered mind, clearly indicating that her condition had been fundamentally damaged.

A streak of blood clung to her lips, and her eyes were misty with tears. Her sickly appearance evoked pity in anyone who saw her, making them wish they could take her pain upon themselves.

Yang Guo's figure came into her view, and the woman then fainted.

"Ying'er, Ying'er."

Yang Guo saw that he could not wake her up.

He immediately picked her up, intending to find a place to heal her wounds.

The crowd then gathered around and saw the newcomer pick up the woman and leave.

They immediately stopped Yang Guo.

"Who are you? How dare you be so frivolous! This woman was injured while saving us; how can we allow you to capture her?"

Elder Lu stepped forward: "Young man, quickly let go and wait for Master Yideng to come and help."

Meanwhile, Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing, who saw Yang Guo in the distance, silently ran away, pretending they hadn't seen him.

There was no other way; they were of different generations. Otherwise, they would definitely have to pay their respects, or they would have been punished again.

However, the two men, who were concerned about their image, found it difficult to bow to the much younger boy.

Yang Guo, however, had keen eyesight. Although the Sun Sword Finger was unleashed in a moment of desperation and he had used his lightness skill without reservation, resulting in some loss of internal energy, he was already on guard against his surroundings, worried that the old man might launch a sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, the old man was startled and retreated.

Everyone else crowded around, but these two walked out.

It's too conspicuous.

The main reason Yang Guo paid attention to them was because of Xiaolongnü. Xiaolongnü and these two had emerged from seclusion around the same time, so it was a good opportunity to ask them if they had seen Xiaolongnü.

Yang Guo was about to reprimand the two of them.

The woman in his arms let out a soft "hmm," her breath icy cold.

Yang Guo was immediately panicked and had no time to investigate further.

"Get out, all of you!"

With a roar, Yang Guo unleashed his inner force like a raging sea. Everyone felt their blood churning and their breath caught in their throats, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible mountain, unable to move even half a step.

"Are you Yang Guo?" Elder Lu asked, his expression surprised.

Yang Guo's face turned ashen; he had no idea who this beggar was.

"What? He's Yang Guo!"

"What a handsome young man, but unfortunately too ruthless."

"Quickly, save the woman and stop the boy! Be careful, or the woman will be killed too!"

However, no one dared to approach.

Yang Guo had no interest in playing house with these people.

They immediately chose a lucky horse.

"Yang Guo, you murdered Magistrate Liao's entire family. Your crime is truly unforgivable. You are courting death."

Seeing Yang Guo striding towards him, the lucky guy roared, intending to lead the crowd in a swarm attack.

Yang Guo kicked out, and the man flew back several meters, lying motionless on the ground.

Yang Guo mounted his horse and shielded Cheng Ying in front of him.

As the horse galloped past the ancient trees by the roadside, a young girl suddenly appeared from the swaying branches. She reached out and precisely grasped the palm Yang Guo offered, using the momentum to leap up and land lightly on the horse's back.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, but after waiting for a long time, Master Yideng still did not arrive.