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

Chongyang Palace is now in complete chaos.

A large section of the blue bricks in the square was broken, and several thick stone pillars lay broken on the ground. The large bronze bell, representing the face of the Quanzhen School, lay askew in the ruins, with a deep handprint on its bronze surface.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were covered in blood and their faces were pale.

Ma Yu sat on the stone steps, trying to regulate his breathing. His chest heaved, and each breath caused pain in his lungs. His beard was covered in dirt. Qiu Chuji was in an even worse state. His Taoist robe was torn in several places, and the blade of the sword on his back was bent and deformed, clearly damaged in a hard collision.

"This is outrageous!"

Sun Bu'er had his disciple bandage his bleeding arm, gritting his teeth as he said, "That old madman's kung fu is too unorthodox. I've never seen his internal strength this deep even during the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. If Master were here, he definitely wouldn't let him act recklessly."

She had barely finished speaking when a cold wind swept across the square.

The disciples felt a chill on the back of their necks, and those who had been shouting just moments before fell silent.

Everyone looked up.

A girl in white stood on the ruins of the collapsed hall. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in white, very beautiful, with a cold expression and a cinnabar mark between her brows. She just stood there, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The young Taoist priests were dumbfounded. Some of them had their mouths agape, drooling without them even noticing.

Quiet whispers arose in the crowd, all wondering who the girl was.

The girl in white moved.

She touched the crumbling wall, then glided down lightly, landing in the middle of the square. Not a speck of dust was raised when she landed.

She ignored the stares around her and didn't even look at the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Her cold eyes swept across the crowd, finally settling on Yin Zhiping, who was hiding at the back.

Yin Zhiping was hiding himself in the Taoist robe of the senior brother in front of him.

Upon seeing the white figure, his heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out in his palms.

Little Dragon Girl asked, "Where is Yang Guo?"

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Yin Zhiping swallowed hard, and could only grit his teeth and walk out. He couldn't appear too pathetic in front of so many people.

Yin Zhiping forced a smile, cupped his hands, and said, "Miss Long, this is a forbidden area of ​​the Quanzhen Sect. It's against the rules for you to barge in like this."

Little Dragon Girl looked at him.

His gaze was indifferent; he didn't take him seriously at all.

"I'm asking you, where is Yang Guo?"

His tone remained calm, but Yin Zhiping felt embarrassed.

Why should Yang Guo be so important to her, while she, a third-generation disciple, is practically invisible to her?

Yin Zhiping was displeased, but his courage grew. He sneered and raised his voice: "Yang Guo? You mean that kid? He was captured by a highly skilled martial artist a couple of days ago and taken as his disciple. I'm afraid he'll never come back..."

The word "come" was not uttered yet.

Snapped!

A crisp sound exploded in the square.

Yin Zhiping spun around abruptly, staggering several steps before regaining his balance. His left cheek was swollen and red, with five clear finger marks.

He covered his face, completely bewildered.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing nearby, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who were in the distance, were also stunned.

The white figure flashed by so quickly that no one could see how she made her move.

"You...you hit me?" Yin Zhiping pointed at Xiaolongnu, his finger trembling with anger.

Being slapped in front of so many people is worse than being killed.

"Your mouth is dirty."

Xiaolongnu's expression remained unchanged. She took out a white handkerchief from her bosom and slowly wiped the hand that had just hit Yin Zhiping, as if it had been stained with something dirty.

After wiping, she let go of the handkerchief, which fell into the dirt.

In Xiaolongnu's mind, Yin Zhiping was a pervert.

Holding that thing to my face, I almost hurt myself...

But Xiaolongnu has no time to worry about Yin Zhiping right now; she needs to find Yang Guo as soon as possible.

The Quanzhen Sect members were instantly enraged. To have Quanzhen Sect disciples humiliated at the gates of Chongyang Palace was a direct insult to the sect.

"Don't be so arrogant, you vixen!"

Sun Bu'er couldn't hold back any longer. Ignoring his injured arm, he flicked his wrist and thrust his longsword toward Xiaolongnu's throat.

This sword strike was imbued with fire and moved with incredible speed.

It made a "ding" sound.

Xiaolongnu didn't move her body, but flicked her wrist. A white silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve. A golden ball was at the end of the ribbon, which struck the side of Sun Bu'er's longsword, and then the white silk wrapped around the blade.

Little Dragon Girl's wrist trembled.

A strange force traveled along the ribbon.

Sun Bu'er felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth and his right arm went numb. He couldn't hold the long sword in his hand, and it flew out with a whoosh and stuck in the ground several feet away.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Ma Yu was startled.

The Quanzhen Sect had been on guard against the Ancient Tomb Sect for many years, but they never expected this young girl to be so powerful.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

Qiu Chuji reacted the fastest, shouting loudly.

They definitely couldn't defeat this girl in a one-on-one fight. Only by forming the Big Dipper Formation could they win. The remaining six people endured the pain and quickly took their positions in the formation.

The seven men drew their longswords, their sword energy chilling, and instantly surrounded Xiaolongnu.

Xiaolongnu's gaze swept over the rows of gleaming longswords, her expression remaining cold: "Hand over Guo'er."

Before she finished speaking, she waved both hands in unison, and two white ribbons, like dragons emerging from the sea, intertwined in the air to form a dense, impenetrable net. The golden bells at the ends of the ribbons rang sharply and clearly, captivating the soul.

This battle was extremely difficult for the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

They had just been tormented by that old monster Ouyang Feng, and their true energy in their dantian was already reduced by seventy or eighty percent. Now, forcibly activating the formation made their meridians ache even more.

In contrast, Xiaolongnu's Jade Maiden Heart Sutra moves are incredibly fast, and every move is designed to exploit the weaknesses of the Quanzhen Swordplay. Often, the moment the Seven Masters of Quanzhen throw out their swords, her white silk ribbons arrive first, striking the point where the opponent is bound to defend.

White figures fluttered in the air, and the sound of golden bells was as dense as a sudden rain.

Those renowned old Taoist priests were now panting heavily, sweat beading on their foreheads, their robes torn in several places, looking extremely disheveled.

Wang Chuyi grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This young girl not only possessed exquisite and unparalleled skills, but her movements were also incredibly elusive. Each time, she dodged the sword's edge at the last second, and her counterattack nearly caused the formation to collapse. If it weren't for the seven people's years of cooperation and their still-intelligent teamwork, they would probably have been defeated long ago.

The hundreds of Quanzhen disciples watching from the sidelines were completely dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the sect leaders who were usually high and mighty, like immortals, were now being overwhelmed and beaten by a young and beautiful woman, with no power to fight back.

The girl in white had a graceful figure; even in the midst of fierce fighting, she remained as beautiful as a dancer, dazzling and mesmerizing.

In the crowd, someone's Adam's apple bobbed as they muttered, "If I could die at her hands, it would be worth it..."

The people next to him nodded in agreement.

"Legs that long, I've never seen anything like it in my life..."

……

at this time.

The cave in the back mountain.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward and strange.

Ouyang Feng had long since disappeared.

Inside the cave.

The fire was almost out.

Yang Guo leaned against the rock wall, his face pale—this time it wasn't an act, he was genuinely weak.

Li Mochou sat opposite him. Although the pressure points hadn't been released yet, the tension from being forced had subsided considerably. At this moment, she was scrutinizing Yang Guo from head to toe with an inquisitive gaze.

"that……"

Yang Guo felt uneasy under her gaze and coughed lightly, "Wife, why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm particularly handsome?"

Stop being so cheeky.

Li Mochou glanced at Ouyang Feng at the cave entrance and lowered her voice, saying, "Didn't your father just tell you to...do that? Why aren't you moving?"

Just after finishing his meal, Ouyang Feng started clamoring to hold his grandson.

They said things like "strike while the iron is hot" and "may you have a son soon," and even thoughtfully said they would never peek.

As it turned out, Yang Guo fared much better.

He lay there, groaning and moaning for a long time, saying that his internal injuries had recurred and he couldn't move.

Although Li Mochou felt relieved, she was more suspicious.

Even when he's unconscious, this kid isn't still behaving; his hands are like iron clamps. Why does he go limp when it comes to getting serious?

"I want to too."

Yang Guo, with a pained expression, clutched his kidneys and said, "But as you saw, yesterday I was stabbed by Zhao Zhijing and then forced to practice by my father for half the night. Now my dantian is completely empty, and I can't even muster a trace of true qi. If I force myself to have sex now, it will be like hurting the enemy a thousand while hurting myself eight hundred, and I might even become impotent in the future."

He was actually suffering inside.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that there really isn't a single drop left.

A few days ago in the ancient tomb, he went to great lengths to report back to Sister Long. He was truly devoted to the cause, even unto death.

Right now, he's a complete weakling.

Let alone a stunning beauty like Li Mochou, even if a celestial fairy descended to earth, he would be powerless to resist her.

But a man's dignity cannot be lost in the face of such a ruthless woman.

You absolutely cannot admit that you have been completely drained.

They can only blame it on internal injuries.

"Hmph." Li Mochou sneered, clearly not believing it, but she didn't expose her. "If it can't be done, it can't be done. Why make excuses? It saves me the trouble."

Yang Guo did not respond.

He also didn't notice the change in Li Mochou's tone.

He was thinking.

This place is no longer safe to stay.

Although Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, those two scoundrels, were scared away by Ouyang Feng, they still knew the location of the cave.

Zhao Zhijing is an absolute scoundrel.

This kind of person is extremely vengeful and has no bottom line. Since he knows Ouyang Feng is here, he certainly wouldn't dare to come himself. But he will use someone else to do the dirty work.

Huodu.

That Mongolian prince.

Yang Guo's mind raced.

Huo Du has been causing trouble for the ancient tomb. If Zhao Zhijing were to sell this information to Huo Du, saying that Li Mochou and Yang Guo are both in this cave and are seriously injured...

The consequences would be unimaginable.

"We have to go."

Yang Guo suddenly sat up straight, and the playful smile on his face disappeared.

"Go? Where to?" Li Mochou raised an eyebrow. "I can't move now, and you're crippled. Are you expecting your crazy father to carry us all over the mountains?"

"Back to the ancient tomb."

Yang Guo uttered three words.

Li Mochou was taken aback, then looked as if she had heard a joke: "Back to the Ancient Tomb? Yang Guo, are you out of your mind? That's your Little Dragon Girl's territory. If I go there, she'll skin me alive!"

She knew her junior sister's temper all too well.

Although he appears cold and indifferent, he's definitely not going to be friendly. And that monster Ouyang Feng still won't release his pressure points, which is really troublesome.

not to mention……

Li Mochou glanced at Yang Guo.

This kid seems to have some kind of ambiguous relationship with his junior sister.

If Xiaolongnu knew that she and Yang Guo had this ambiguous relationship...

"Only ancient tombs are the safest."

Yang Guo said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed: "That bastard Zhao Zhijing will definitely go and call for reinforcements. Chongyang Palace is in complete chaos right now, we can't count on him. This forest isn't safe either. Only the Dragon-Slaying Stone in the Ancient Tomb can hold off a thousand troops."

"But..." Li Mochou hesitated.

"No buts."

Yang Guo interrupted her, his eyes resolute: "Teacher Long... cough cough, I'll go explain to Sister Long. She listens to me the most."