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

Yang Guo looked at the woman in red. Her neck and right cheek were covered in bright red blood, but her eyes were bright and piercing. She didn't look like she had experienced life and death twice.

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden appearance of this divine figure.

What's even more amazing is that, although the flesh and blood on the woman's face were torn apart by his touch, the bleeding stopped.

"Do you know how to punish a man in the most satisfying way?"

Yang Guo said calmly.

Looking at the woman in red, his eyes were full of admiration.

The woman paused for a moment, then shook her head.

The boy looked neither human nor celestial.

I don't know what he's up to.

"You...you are Yang...Yang Guo?"

"I can't believe it," a constable asked, puzzled.

The other four constables were shocked.

I was also thinking of Yang Guo.

After all, the wanted poster stated: If you see a young man dressed in white or a flowing Taoist robe, walking on muddy roads without getting dirty, standing in the snow without leaving a trace; with a leisurely demeanor, unlike ordinary people, as if a banished immortal has descended to earth, there is no need to hesitate, it must be Yang Guo, report to the authorities immediately!

"Yang Guo, you murdered the entire Liao County Magistrate's household, an unforgivable crime, yet you dare to swagger around causing trouble!"

The constables hurriedly drew their swords and surrounded the boy.

Yang Guo was speechless. How could this small county town recognize him?

Is the warrant for arrest really that strong?

"What? This is the vicious murderer who wiped out the whole family?"

"What? I think he looks like an immortal! If girls saw him, wouldn't they be throwing themselves at him?"

"Indeed, indeed! I never imagined that murderers and arsonists could possess such extraordinary physical prowess."

"Oh, I see. This young man must have bewitched Chen Qing. Did everyone see him touch her face just now?"

Sun Yuanwai's son had already mounted his horse and was about to flee, but at this moment he galloped over again.

He pointed at Yang Guo and was about to start cursing.

"You adulterous couple..."

The cold moon pierced the sky, and a sword slashed towards Sun Wenhong's outstretched finger.

"what!"

Sun Wenhong was startled, but his movements were a fraction too slow, and his finger was immediately covered in blood; it was unclear whether it had been severed.

"Who's there! Protect me! Protect me!"

Sun Wenhong clutched his finger, still attached to the skin, and wailed.

Immediately, the servants surrounded them.

Guo Fu was still not satisfied, and with a flurry of kicks, she sent the charging servants sprawling to the ground.

He rushed in front of Young Master Sun and thrust his sword forward.

Fortunately, constables returned to defend, and they managed to parry her sword.

Chen Qing, watching the boy who suddenly appeared to save the day, naturally also heard what was being said from the sidelines.

Her heart tightened suddenly. This young man was actually that ruthless person?

But the person in front of me had delicate features and a detached demeanor; no matter how you looked at him, he had absolutely no connection to the word "criminal."

She had never seen such a handsome man.

It is excessively beautiful, yet it does not feel effeminate, nor does it feel fierce—the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, every part is like a stroke of the brush that heaven and earth just happened to be inspired to make, any more would be too flamboyant, any less would be too bland.

That perfect charm left her momentarily speechless, unsure whether to be amazed or sigh.

I only heard that this person just mentioned some kind of punishment.

Does that mean we should kill people like he did?

Is he teaching me?

Chen Qing was somewhat at a loss.

What does he mean by that?

Is he planning to take on apprentices?

The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, and the stinging pain from the wound on her face jolted her awake.

At this moment, Yang Guo watched as Guo Fu was being entangled with the constables.

This girl really put in a lot of hard work.

Although these constables were not very skilled in martial arts, they each had their own unique methods that were difficult to defend against.

The girl remained as steady as a mountain, responding with a single sword strike.

He must be very pleased.

But some people in the audience were unhappy.

Lu Wushuang's small eyes twitched, and she already had a hidden weapon in her hand.

This is a hidden weapon she secretly learned to make from her master, although the materials and poison are not as good as her master's.

But its advantage lies in the fact that it can be refined over a long period of time.

Once her poison skills reach a higher level, it's not impossible for her to reach her master's level.

This girl in white actually dared to call her lame.

She brought this upon herself; who can she blame?

With a flick of her finger, Lu Wushuang sent the silver needles flying silently toward Guo Fu.

At this moment, the woman in red, who seemed to have come to some kind of realization, suddenly knelt down.

"Master, please accept my bow."

Yang Guo, who was still watching the battle, stared in astonishment at the woman who suddenly knelt down, looking at her with confusion.

"Who takes on apprentices?"

"Master, I, Chen Qing, am deeply grateful for your teachings and will never let those who harmed me go unpunished. I..."

"We'll talk about it later."

Yang Guo suddenly leaped into the arena, and the silver needle just missed him.

With a flick of his finger, the silver needle spun and shot towards the lame woman.

The lame woman was shocked and blocked the attack with her sword.

"You lecherous scoundrel, you really were in cahoots with her."

The young girl drew her sword and prepared to fight Yang Guo.

Yang Guo had no idea what he had done to offend her.

He hasn't moved yet.

A woman in red stood in front of him.

"Heroine, it's a misunderstanding. My master meant no harm. What's the meaning of the term 'lecherous thief'?"

Chen Qing blushed.

She saw it clearly: that outspoken young master had his hand broken.

The woman in white was clearly protecting her own.

After all, this female knight-errant was her benefactor, but the man and the woman in white had also helped her out of a predicament.

But if another fight breaks out because of Lady Lu's slip of the tongue, wouldn't that be her fault?

"Get out of my way."

Lu Wushuang pushed Chen Qing away with a palm strike.

How could Chen Qing, already weakened, withstand the furious Lu Wushuang?

Yang Guo frowned; this woman was being incredibly unreasonable.

How come she looks so different from her cousin?

He didn't even want to take her to see Cheng Ying.

Lu Wushuang kicked out.

She disliked neither the woman in white nor the young man.

Why are they so repulsive? Is it their appearance or their demeanor?

She can't tell the difference and doesn't want to.

If you're feeling unwell, you naturally need to regulate your emotions.

Yang Guo dodged to the side.

Wait, how did she kick? Isn't she lame?

Yang Guo subconsciously looked at the legs where she was standing.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it.

Upon seeing this, Lu Wushuang was completely shocked.

Another person who judges by appearance.

She immediately drew her knife and slashed at him.

Yang Guo seemed to get excited about the woman, and started fighting and killing at the drop of a hat.

Well, as her cousin-in-law, he also has the right to teach her a lesson.

Yang Guo gathered his energy in his fingers.

He parried her scimitar.

With a flick of a finger.

The girl felt her arm go numb and couldn't grip the scimitar.

I was greatly surprised; this person was incredibly capable.

She was no match for him.

She immediately rummaged through her clothes and sprinkled a handful of ash over there.

Yang Guo was stunned, but before he could react, he still managed to circulate his inner energy and send the attack flying back.

The girl was directly infected.

"what?"

"My face, oh? It's so itchy."

Lu Wushuang was completely dumbfounded.

Her batch contained all sorts of things: pepper, lime, and even her homemade poison powder.

It worked wonders, but I never imagined I'd end up spilling it on my face.

Upon seeing this, Yang Guo secretly realized something was wrong.

He pointed a finger, freezing the restless girl in place.

He dared not hurt her, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bear it if Cheng Ying complained about him that day.

The girl was unbearably itchy and couldn't control it at all.

"You bastard, how dare you acupuncture my pressure points? Do you even know who I am?"

"Ugh, it's so itchy, it's killing me!"

"You lecherous thief, untie me now!"

Lu Wushuang glared angrily, showing how hard she was trying to hold back.

Yang Guo was speechless: "Aren't you Lu Wushuang? Do you think I don't know you?"

"Ugh, it itches so much! Scratch it! Oh, how did you know me? Did that old hag send you to find me?"

Yang Guo rubbed his forehead, too lazy to talk to her.

He placed a finger on her collarbone.

All sound disappeared.

Only the girl, her eyes wide open, stared at him without blinking.

His eyes held both pleading and anger.

Yang Guo took out an antidote pill and said to her, "Open your mouth."

The girl glared angrily, looking as if she could be killed or ravaged at will.

"Not eating? Then you'll be itching to death, don't blame me."

Yang Guo only silenced her by pressing her acupoint, but that didn't prevent her from speaking.

Lu Wu glanced at Chen Qing.

Seeing that the girl had also given her a pill.

The woman in red ate it without a second thought.