Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

The Golden Wheel Monk surveyed the crowd and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone heard that. His Highness has given them three days to retrieve the royal flag. The thieves are Zhou Botong and Xiaolongnu."

He paused, then continued, "Zhou Botong is a Grandmaster, his strength is comparable to mine. I will deal with him, while Nemo Xing will provide assistance from the sidelines."

Nemo nodded: "Okay."

The Golden Wheel Monk looked at Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi: "Although Xiaolongnu's martial arts are extraordinary, she is still young, and her cultivation is only at the Innate level. Do you two, working together, have any chance of defeating her?"

Xiao Xiangzi gave a sinister smile, the smile, combined with his deathly pale face, was particularly chilling:

"The girl you mentioned has a very strange ambidextrous fighting technique, but her cultivation level is limited. With the two of us, we can easily defeat her."

Yin Kexi nodded, a sharp edge hidden beneath his kind smile: "I'm looking forward to testing my Persian martial arts against the ambidextrous fighting style of the Central Plains. If I can capture this woman alive, I'll study her carefully."

"Alright," said the Golden Wheel Dharma King. "Dalba and Huodu, you two wait for the right opportunity and act accordingly. If they try to escape, cut off their retreat."

"yes!"

"Now, immediately go and find out where they are hiding."

The Golden Wheel Monk stood up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Find them and act immediately. This time, we absolutely cannot let them escape again."

"yes!"

The five men accepted the order and filed out.

Only the Golden Wheel Dharma King remained in the tent.

He slowly walked to the tent entrance and looked towards the direction of Xiangyang City.

"Zhou Botong...Little Dragon Girl..."

He muttered, "This time, I'll show you what happens when you mess with me."

……

Half an hour later, at the Yuelai Inn in the south of the city.

The lobby of the inn was bustling with activity; it was breakfast time, and seven or eight tables were full of guests.

Zhou Botong and Xiaolongnu sat by the window.

Zhou Botong had three baskets of steamed buns, two bowls of wontons, and a plate of braised beef in front of him. He was wolfing them down, and his hearty eating style drew frequent glances from the guests at the next table.

Little Dragon Girl sat quietly opposite him, with only a bowl of plain porridge in front of her. She would occasionally pick it up and take a sip, but most of the time she would just stare blankly out the window.

"Little Dragon Girl, don't just drink porridge, eat some meat."

With his mouth full, Zhou Botong mumbled, "This braised beef tastes pretty good, much better than what we ate in Shangzhou. We stole their banner today, and that old monk Jinlun certainly won't swallow this insult so easily. We need to eat our fill to have the strength to fight."

Little Dragon Girl withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "You can fight even when you're starving."

Zhou Botong chuckled and was about to speak—

"Bang!"

The inn's main door was kicked open, and the two doors slammed heavily against the wall with a loud bang.

The guests in the lobby all looked up and then saw six figures filing in.

The man in the lead, dressed in a red monk's robe, was none other than the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Behind him followed a tall, thin man with dark skin, a gaunt man with a deathly pale face, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman, as well as Darba and Khodu.

Six top experts, exuding a menacing aura.

"This, this is..."

"Mongol!"

"Run!"

The diners immediately panicked, bowls and chopsticks were smashed on the floor, and people jostled each other to escape.

Even the shopkeeper, who usually liked to get angry at the waiters, could only hide behind the counter, trembling with fear, not daring to utter a sound.

It just goes to show that evil people will always have their share of evil people to deal with them!

Without even glancing at the others, the Golden Wheel Monk walked straight to Zhou Botong and Little Dragon Girl's table and said coldly, "Zhou Botong, Little Dragon Girl, we meet again."

Zhou Botong put down the steamed bun, picked up a coarse cloth from the table, wiped his mouth, and chuckled:

"Hey, old monk, are you haunting me? You can't even have a quiet breakfast. What, you want to treat me to steamed buns? You'll have to wait in line, I'm buying all three baskets."

The Golden Wheel Monk, too lazy to argue with him, said in a deep voice, "Enough nonsense. Return the royal flag."

"What royal flag?" Zhou Botong spread his hands innocently. "I don't know. I have a bad memory; I don't remember what I did yesterday. Ask Xiaolongnu; her memory is better than mine."

Little Dragon Girl simply picked up the bowl of porridge, took a small sip, and acted as if the group of people in front of her didn't exist.

A cold glint flashed in the Golden Wheel Monk's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Take him down!"

Six people attacked at the same time!

The Golden Wheel Monk unleashed both palms simultaneously, his Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm Force as powerful as a mountain, aimed directly at Zhou Botong.

Nemo Xing flashed forward, slithering from the side like a venomous snake, his arms twisted into an eerie angle as he attacked Zhou Botong's side and rear.

Zhou Botong slammed his hand on the table, his figure rising like a willow catkin, thus avoiding the Golden Wheel Monk's palm strike.

"Old monk, come out and fight if you dare!"

He laughed heartily and his figure had already darted out of the inn's gate.

Little Dragon Girl also floated up, her white clothes as white as snow, and walked out of the window.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King and his entourage followed closely behind. The six figures leaped and bounded through the streets and alleys, eventually arriving at a secluded alley.

Zhou Botong fought two against one, battling Jinlun Fawang and Nimo Xing alone.

The Golden Wheel Monk had already mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the eighth level. With each palm strike, the air was filled with the faint sounds of wind and thunder. His palm power was as powerful as a mountain, pressing down on Zhou Botong layer upon layer.

Nemo Xing has an eerie appearance; his yoga techniques allow his body to twist into incredible angles, and his arms seem boneless, allowing him to attack from Zhou Botong's blind spots.

But Zhou Botong was not afraid at all.

He used the Empty Fist with his left hand, the intent of the fist was ethereal and difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. He clearly threw a punch at the face of the Golden Wheel Monk, but suddenly changed direction midway, just in time to block the claw that Nemo Xing attacked from the side and behind.

Using his right hand as a sword, he employed the "Dingyang Needle" technique from the Quanzhen Swordplay. The sword intent was upright and righteous, and the sword energy pierced straight into the chest of the Golden Wheel Monk.

His ambidextrous fighting technique allowed him to seemingly transform into two individuals, simultaneously engaging two top masters and gaining the upper hand.

"Hahaha, old monk, you can't hit me!" Zhou Botong laughed as he fought, his feet moving swiftly and unpredictably using the Seven Star Step. "Your palm strike is quite powerful, but it's too slow, as slow as a tortoise crawling!"

He then turned to Nemo Star: "Hey, you charcoal-faced guy, your yoga is pretty good. You can twist your body like that; I, this old man, could never do that. Too bad you're still a bit lacking. Maybe if you practice for another twenty years, you'll be able to touch the hem of my clothes!"

Nemo Xing's face was gloomy, and he remained silent, but his attacks became increasingly fierce.

On the other side, Xiaolongnu fought Xiaoxiangzi and Yin Kexi alone.

She drew two swords from her waist.

With her left hand wielding the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, the tip of her sword flashed like cold stars, aiming for Xiao Xiangzi's vital points.

Xiao Xiangzi wielded a mourning staff, his movements accompanied by eerie winds and a deadly aura of poison. Each swing of the staff carried a putrid stench.

Although his moves were vicious, he could never get close to Xiaolongnu.

Because Xiaolongnu's sword is too fast, she can always block his attacks before he can make a move.

Using the Quanzhen Sword Technique in his right hand, the sword was powerful and fierce, directly blocking Yin Kexi's golden whip.

Yin Kexi comes from Persia and is skilled in a wide variety of martial arts. He wields a golden whip with unparalleled skill, and his moves are gorgeous and varied, sometimes like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and sometimes like a dragon soaring in the sky.

However, Xiaolongnu responded with the Quanzhen Swordplay, each strike and move upright and honest, using clumsiness to overcome skill and orthodoxy to defeat unorthodox tactics.

He wielded two swords simultaneously, employing two completely different sword techniques, and managed to fight the two masters to a standstill.

At the alley entrance, Darba and Hordu stood watching from the road they had come from.

Huo Du stared intently at the battle, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Senior brother, look at that Little Dragon Girl!"

Darba followed his gaze.

Xiaolongnu was seen grappling with Xiaoxiangzi with her sword in her left hand, while parrying Yin Kexi's golden whip with her sword in her right. The two men's attacks were so fierce that she had no time to spare.

Her back was completely exposed to their view, leaving her wide open.

"This is our chance!" Huo Du whispered. "I'll launch the hidden weapon from the front, and you'll flank from the side and rear. A pincer attack—she can dodge one, but she can't dodge the other!"

Darba nodded and gripped the vajra tightly.

The two exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously!

Darba brandished his vajra and charged out from the side and rear. The vajra, accompanied by a whistling sound, smashed straight into Xiaolongnu's back!

This blow was powerful and heavy; if it landed, the victim would either die or be maimed.

Huo Du unfolded his folding fan, and poisoned needles shot out from the fan ribs, densely covering Xiaolongnu's entire body and sealing off all her escape routes!

A pincer attack from both sides!

Xiaolongnu's left-hand sword was entangled in a fight with Xiaoxiangzi, and she couldn't draw it.

His right hand was parrying Yin Kexi's sword, but he couldn't draw it.

The poisoned needle was already in front of him, and the vajra was already behind him.

Blood was about to splatter on the spot.

At this critical moment—