Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

"Ouyang Feng, put Yang Guo down!"

This angry shout was powerful and loud, startling the birds flying in the mountains and forests.

Several figures sped from the direction of Chongyang Palace, their robes fluttering in the wind, and arrived in an instant.

The leader, with white hair and beard and holding a whisk, was none other than Ma Yu, the head of the Quanzhen School. Following closely behind were Qiu Chuji (Changchunzi), Hao Datong (Guangningzi), Sun Bu'er (Qingjing Sanren), and two other members of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen who rarely appeared in public.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen have all arrived today.

Ouyang Feng, who was holding Yang Guo's hand, paused slightly, tilted his head, and glanced at the scene. Far from being afraid, he grinned even more broadly: "So, the Calabash Brothers came to save their grandpa, only to be sent to their deaths one by one?"

Yang Guo was lifted into the air, his limbs still kicking wildly, but he was overjoyed.

This is a sure thing.

Seven old Taoist priests fighting a crazy old man—this is a high-level match. Normally you have to buy a ticket to see it, but today it's all from a VIP perspective.

"Mr. Ouyang!"

Ma Yu also served as a head coach, but he retired due to old age.

However, he was the most well-mannered. Even when facing the Western Poison, he first bowed and said, "Yang Guo is a disciple of my Quanzhen Sect. Even if he has made a mistake, it should be disciplined by my Quanzhen Sect. Your forceful abduction is a great disrespect to my Quanzhen Sect."

Ouyang Feng picked at his ear, then flicked whatever was under his fingernail at Ma Yu: "Stop trying to be all high and mighty with me. I've taken a liking to this kid, I'm going to take him back to be my... what was he again?"

He looked down at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo quickly winked: "I'll be your training target! The kind where I get beaten up every day!"

"That's right! Use them as targets!" Ouyang Feng laughed heartily. "You bunch of Taoist priests can't teach your disciples well, so I'll teach them for you, and I haven't even charged you tuition yet!"

Qiu Chuji, with his fiery temper, stepped forward, his longsword drawn, its cold light gleaming: "Senior brother, why waste words with this madman! He caused Master serious injury back then; today, we'll settle both old and new scores!"

"Set up the formation!"

At Qiu Chuji's command, the seven men moved swiftly and instantly took their positions in the Big Dipper constellation.

Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, Yao Guang.

Seven longswords were drawn simultaneously, their chilling aura instantly enveloping Ouyang Feng and Yang Guo.

Is this the legendary Big Dipper Formation?

Although Yang Guo was being dragged along, his eyes were wide open. He had seen the moves of the Chongyang Sword Technique on the stone tablet, but those were all static; how could they compare to the vivid sword formation before him?

The Chongyang Sword Technique that Yang Guo learned and the sword techniques practiced by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were of the same lineage. Before, Yang Guo had been practicing on his own, but now that someone was demonstrating, it was much better.

"Interesting." Ouyang Feng tossed Yang Guo behind him. "Kid, stay away, or you'll get splattered with blood."

Yang Guo rolled around on the ground a few times, skillfully rolling behind a boulder, only sticking out half his head to observe secretly.

Zhao Zhijing was currently lying in the grass not far away, pretending to be dead. He had just been slapped twice by Ouyang Feng, making him question his existence. Now that he saw his uncles and senior brothers had arrived, he not only didn't dare to make a sound, but also shrank his body even more.

As long as I keep quiet, no one will notice that I'm making a fool of myself.

On the field, a battle was about to break out.

Qiu Chuji struck first, his sword taking an unorthodox approach, aiming directly for Ouyang Feng's brow. This strike was extremely fast, carrying an indomitable and fierce momentum.

Instead of retreating, Ouyang Feng advanced, his palms clashing together, and he didn't dodge the sword's edge, directly clashing with it.

"clang!"

When his palm struck the spine of the sword, it produced a metallic clang. Qiu Chuji felt a violent tremor in his hand, and the sword nearly slipped from his grasp.

Seeing his junior brother suffer a loss in one move, Ma Yu quickly swept his whisk towards Ouyang Feng's waist; Hao Datong's sword moved lightly and nimbly, attacking the lower body; Sun Bu'er's sword was ruthless, aiming to stab at the back of the heart.

The seven worked in perfect unison; as soon as one moved, the seven followed. Their swords flashed like a net, layer upon layer, trapping Ouyang Feng in the center.

Although Ouyang Feng was mad, his martial arts skills had already reached a state of perfection. His figure was elusive, weaving through the sword net, sometimes walking upside down, sometimes lying on the ground like a toad. His moves were bizarre and unparalleled, yet he always managed to dodge deadly attacks at the last second. His backhand palm strike even forced the Seven Sons to retreat and defend.

Yang Guo was completely captivated by what he saw.

This is the true Quanzhen Swordplay!

The moves he learned from the stone tablet can now be verified one by one by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"That move, 'The Great River Flows East,' actually requires footwork; lowering your center of gravity by three inches is necessary to unleash its maximum power..."

"The vast expanse of water is not for attacking, but for deflecting force..."

Yang Guo's mind raced as he compared the moves before him with the memories in his mind.

Although his internal energy was weak, his comprehension was truly at a monstrous level.

Especially Ma Yu's move "Heavenly Gentleman Upside Down".

Yang Guo initially thought this move was extremely awkward, with the sword tip pointing downwards, making it very difficult to exert force. But now, seeing Ma Yu use it, he saw that Ma Yu was using the whisk as cover, his sword movements were soft and graceful, like a waterfall cascading down, continuous and unbroken.

That's it!

The Chongyang Swordplay emphasizes "purity" rather than "heavyness".

Moderate and peaceful, with a strong sense of righteousness.

Yang Guo unconsciously traced lines on the soil with his fingers, mimicking the sword intent of the Seven Masters.

Just then, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, Ouyang Feng became extremely ferocious.

"Croak—"

He lay on the ground, his cheeks puffed out, and let out a muffled croak like a toad.

A visible shockwave erupted from him.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen's expressions all changed.

"Watch out! It's Toad Swallowing the Sky!" Ma Yu shouted.

The seven men clashed their swords together, their inner strength flowing as one, and they withstood the blow.

"boom!"

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen retreated three steps in unison. Although they were not injured, the formation of the Big Dipper Formation was disrupted for a moment.

Ouyang Feng would not let this opportunity pass. He sprang up, his palms carrying a foul wind, and rushed straight at Sun Bu'er, the weakest of the group.

"Junior sister, be careful!" Hao Datong was shocked, but it was too late to help.

Sun Bu'er stared at the withered hand looming large before her eyes, despair filling her gaze.

Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly darted out from the side.

It was none other than Zhao Zhijing, who had just been pretending to be dead.

He certainly wasn't trying to save Sun Bu'er.

He was thrown out by the shockwave and rolled right into Ouyang Feng's attack path.

"Ah—Master Uncle, save me!" Zhao Zhijing was terrified when he saw Ouyang Feng standing right in front of him. He instinctively grabbed something nearby and held it in front of him.

That's... Lu Qingdu's thigh.

Lu Qingdu had also been knocked unconscious earlier, and was now being used as a shield by his master, completely unaware of what was happening.

Ouyang Feng didn't even look, and slammed his palm down.

"Bang!"

Lu Qingdu flew out like a ball, crashing into two large trees before coming to a stop. His fate is unknown.

Using the force of the block, Zhao Zhijing scrambled to his feet and crawled behind Sun Bu'er, trembling with fear.

"Uncle-Master... Your disciple is late in coming to your rescue..." Zhao Zhijing's face was covered in blood, but he still didn't forget to boast about his achievements.

Sun Bu'er, still shaken, looked at the fat apprentice in front of him who was being used as a shield, and then at Zhao Zhijing hiding behind him, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt.

Is this Zhijing?

It's one thing to be afraid of death, but to use your disciple as a shield?

How could the Quanzhen Sect produce such a scoundrel!

But with a formidable enemy at hand, she had no time to reprimand this junior disciple.

"Form ranks!" Qiu Chuji roared, thrusting his longsword forward once more to block Ouyang Feng's subsequent attacks.

The seven children surrounded them again.

This time, they held back, each strike aimed to kill.

Ouyang Feng was also enraged, unleashing the strange internal energy of his reverse-practiced Nine Yin Manual, and he went completely mad.

The two sides really got into a heated exchange.

Yang Guo, hiding behind a rock, watched the scene unfold and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Zhao Zhijing, you've truly set a new low for shamelessness.

However, this interruption allowed him to see something clearly.

Just now, at the moment when the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's internal energy connected, their sword intent became one, as if the seven people had become one.

That feeling...

Just like those eight characters on the ancient tombstone:

"The Quanzhen Sect's forbidden area; anyone who trespasses shall be executed."

He had previously thought these eight words were menacing, but now he realized they were not menacing at all, but rather a kind of "momentum".

A kind of "power" that makes one think, "Who else but me?"

Although Wang Chongyang's resistance against the Jin dynasty was unsuccessful, his heroic spirit was infused into his swordsmanship.

The essence of Chongyang Sword lies not in its techniques, but in its state of mind!

A sudden inspiration struck Yang Guo, as if a thin layer of paper had been pierced through.

He closed his eyes, and his mind was no longer filled with those intricate sword moves, but with the strokes of those eight large characters.

The strokes are strong and powerful, penetrating the paper.

That left-falling stroke is like a boulder falling from a high mountain; that right-falling stroke is like a river rushing by.

So this is the true essence of Chongyang Sword!

It wasn't about killing, but about protecting. Protecting our homeland, protecting our beliefs, protecting...

Yang Guo's mind conjured up images of Rong Jie's worried expression, Xiao Longnv's aloof and ethereal face, and even Li Mochou's humiliated and unspeakable appearance.

These are all things that he needs to protect!

A warm current rose from the dantian and flowed through the meridians throughout the body. The blood and qi that had been restless due to the tiger penis soup gradually calmed down and became docile under the guidance of this newfound sword intent.

A blessing in disguise!

The tiger penis soup was too potent; it was originally a burden his body couldn't bear, but now it became fuel to nourish his sword intent.

Yang Guo opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Although his total internal energy did not increase, he felt that his control over his power had improved to a higher level.

If he used to be a kid who only knew how to throw gold bricks at people, now he has learned how to melt the gold bricks into sharp weapons.

"Boom!"

Another loud bang.

This time, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and Ouyang Feng each stepped back.

All seven disciples were injured, their Taoist robes torn, and they looked utterly disheveled.

Ouyang Feng was also in bad shape, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his chest heaving violently, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.

"That was great! That was great!" Ouyang Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing even more frenzied. "It's been so long since I've had this much fun! Let's do it again!"