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

When we emerged from the ancient tomb, the sun was blazing.

She squinted, and after her eyes adjusted to the light, she wondered where Yang Guo would look for her.

Quanzhen Sect?

Zhong Nanshan?

still?

She didn't know, but she did know one thing: Yang Guo came from Xiangyang.

I wonder if he will eventually return to Xiangyang.

Then they headed down the mountain.

Just then—

"Hehehe... Little girl, you really were here!"

A maniacal laugh echoed from the woods!

Ouyang Feng!

Little Dragon Girl's pupils suddenly contracted, and she retreated rapidly!

But this time, Ouyang Feng was prepared.

He sprang out of the forest like a ghost, unleashing both palms with a powerful, overwhelming force of his Toad Style, sealing off all of Xiaolongnu's escape routes!

"Hand over the Nine Yin Manual! Hand it over!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had gone completely mad, with only his obsession with the Nine Yin Manual remaining in his eyes.

Little Dragon Girl had no choice but to take the hit head-on!

With a sharp shout, she swiftly unleashed the Ancient Tomb Sect's highest palm technique, the Jade Maiden Heart Palm, to meet Ouyang Feng's two palms!

"Bang!"

Their palms met, and a shockwave exploded outwards!

Little Dragon Girl felt an overwhelming force surge towards her, and she was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into an ancient pine tree!

"puff--"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her white dress red.

The difference between a grandmaster and a great grandmaster is enormous!

If it weren't for the fact that she had been practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra with Yang Guo these past few days, which greatly improved her inner strength, that palm strike just now could have taken half her life!

"Hehe...no, no...too weak!" Ouyang Feng chuckled as he approached. "Hand over the scriptures, and I'll spare your life!"

Despite her internal injuries, Xiaolongnu managed to sit up.

We can't fight it head-on.

We have no choice but to run!

With a flick of her right hand, she unleashed the last of her jade bee needles!

At the same time, he pulled a black bullet from his pocket with his left hand and smashed it on the ground!

"Bang!"

Black smoke billowed, enveloping an area of ​​several feet in radius!

This is a smoke bomb from the Ancient Tomb Sect, originally intended to confuse the enemy and cover their retreat.

Obstructed by the black smoke, Ouyang Feng could not see clearly for a moment and roared repeatedly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiaolongnu used her lightness skill to rush down the mountain!

This time, she held nothing back and pushed her lightness skill to its limit!

Clad in white, moving swiftly through the forest.

Ouyang Feng burst through the black smoke and saw her fleeing, so he roared and chased after her.

The two, one in front and one behind, resumed their chase.

After chasing for a while...

A fork in the road appeared ahead.

One road leads into the deep mountains, and the other leads to the town at the foot of the mountains.

Without hesitation, Xiaolongnu chose the direction of the market town!

In crowded places, Ouyang Feng might have some reservations!

She gritted her teeth, channeled her last bit of inner strength into her legs, and shot towards the town like an arrow!

Before long, the market town came into view.

It was already afternoon, and the market was bustling with people.

Little Dragon Girl rushed into the crowd, and with the help of pedestrians, she disappeared into the streets and alleys after a few turns.

Ouyang Feng chased after them to the market entrance, and seeing the surging crowd, he flew into a rage.

"Where are they?! Where are they?!"

He searched frantically, terrifying the people in the market.

Several daring martial artists stepped forward to dissuade him, but were slapped away by Ouyang Feng with a single palm strike, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

Chaos erupted in the market as people scattered and fled.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu had already hidden in a secluded alley, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

The internal injury flared up, causing sharp, intermittent chest pain.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and listened intently.

Ouyang Feng's roar came from afar, but it did not approach.

We're safe for now.

Little Dragon Girl breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not linger.

She must leave here as soon as possible.

but……

She looked down at her blood-stained white clothes.

This outfit is too conspicuous; Ouyang Feng might come looking for me at any moment.

We must change our clothes.

Little Dragon Girl's gaze swept across the alley and she saw several coarse cloth clothes hanging in the backyard of a house.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out a silver ingot from her bosom and gently placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.

Then he climbed over the wall and took down a set of light blue coarse cloth clothes and a straw hat.

A moment later, a woman dressed in coarse cloth and wearing a straw hat walked out of the alley and blended into the crowd.

Her straw hat was pulled low, obscuring her stunning beauty.

……

One hundred li east of Zhongnan Mountain lies Lantian County.

As dusk settled, four riders galloped through the city gates, kicking up dust.

"Whoa—"

Li Mochou reined in the horses, her apricot-yellow Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

She looked up at the mottled characters "Lantian" above the city gate, a complex expression flashing in her phoenix eyes.

Fifteen years ago, she passed through this place.

At that time, she was still a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect who was focused on martial arts and naive about worldly affairs.

We spent the night here with our master.

Everything has changed.

"Master, there's an inn ahead." Hong Lingbo's voice pulled her back to reality.

Li Mochou composed herself and nodded, saying, "I'll stay there."

Yuelai Inn is the largest inn in Lantian County. It is a three-story wooden building that is brightly lit.

Two red lanterns hung at the entrance, standing out prominently in the twilight.

The four men dismounted, and the innkeeper greeted them warmly: "Four esteemed guests, would you like a meal or a room at the inn?"

"Four superior rooms, and prepare a table of food and wine." Yang Guo handed over the reins, took out a silver ingot, and said, "Take good care of the horses."

"Alright!" The waiter took the money, his eyes lighting up. "Please come in, sir!"

Upon entering the lobby, it was dinnertime, and most of the ten or so tables were occupied.

There were men dressed as traveling merchants, wandering swordsmen, and ordinary people with their families.

Yang Guo chose a table by the window and sat down. Li Mochou sat opposite him, while Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo sat on either side.

"What would you gentlemen like to eat?" the innkeeper asked personally.

"Four bowls of rice, three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a pot of tea," Yang Guo casually ordered, his gaze subtly sweeping across the hall.

This is a habit he has developed over many years—whenever he arrives in a new environment, he first observes his surroundings to determine if there is any danger.

At this moment, in the lobby, three men at the table near the door were talking in hushed tones; judging from their attire, they appeared to be bodyguards.

At the middle table sat a father and his two sons, all dressed simply.

In the innermost corner sat an old man drinking alone, with a long sword on the table.

everything is normal.

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze.

Just as I was pondering this, the food and wine were served.

The four ate in silence.

Li Mochou ate the least, only picking up a few bites of vegetables before putting down her chopsticks and closing her eyes to rest.

Lu Wushuang had a good appetite, perhaps because he was tired from riding a horse, and ate two bowls of rice.

Hong Lingbo ate slowly and deliberately, occasionally glancing at her master and then at Yang Guo.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

The conversation of the bodyguards at the next table drifted over intermittently; they were talking about trivial matters of the martial arts world, nothing particularly noteworthy.

Just as Yang Guo was about to concentrate on his meal, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps outside the window.

The sounds of metal clashing and shouts in Mongolian filled the air!

"stop!"

"Wanyan Ping! You can't escape now!"

"Capture him alive! The Khan will reward him handsomely!"