The Proof of the Heavens Begins with The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Chapter 37: Thousand-Handed Demon
On the deck, Mu Lingzi stared at Fang Hao with his eyes wide open, and was already dead.

He did not fall down until the last moment before his death.

“Haha! I actually killed a master!” Even though he is old and weak, Mu Lingzi is still a genuine martial arts master and a founder of a school.

However, due to Fang Hao's magic weapons, crossbow formation and other favorable geographical conditions and people's cooperation, he died with hatred.

"The Grandmaster is not invincible. He is still a man of flesh and blood. I need to take this as a warning." Looking at Mu Lingzi's unwilling eyes as he died, Fang Hao was deeply touched.

If Mu Lingzi had not been too arrogant and had never taken Fang Hao as his opponent seriously, he would not have been schemed to death by Fang Hao.

"Boss, what should we do with this old guy's body?" asked the gang members on the boat.

"Throw it into the river and feed the fish!" Fang Hao said lightly.

Since he said that this river was the burial place of Mu Lingzi, Fang Hao had to do what he said.

Seeing this, several gang members came forward and carried Mu Lingzi's body. Inadvertently, a scripture slipped out of Mu Lingzi's body.

"Huh? Equipment actually dropped?" Fang Hao was overjoyed. To be honest, he had only successfully touched corpses twice in the past six months since he started wandering around the world. He didn't expect that both times they happened to Mu Lingzi and his disciple.

Fang Hao walked forward curiously, picked it up and took a look. The book was not the "Seven Injury Fist" boxing manual as he guessed, but a breathing internal energy called "Shangqing Qigong".

Fang Hao opened it and found that in addition to the specific practice methods of "Shangqing Qigong", the book also contained various annotations left by Mu Lingzi, which involved many methods of practicing the Seven Injury Fist.

Fang Hao compared it with the "Yin Yang Grinding" palm technique he had found from Shi Qian and found many similarities between the two.

"The general principles of the Seven Injury Fist were actually comprehended from this ordinary breathing technique?" Fang Hao couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

Fang Hao also took a close look at the Shangqing Qigong, and it was clearly a foundation-building method similar to the Shaolin "Tongzi Kung Fu".

It may seem ordinary at first, but as long as you persist and work hard, you will be able to develop an amazing internal skill that will shock the world.

Mu Lingzi practiced "Shangqing Qigong" for sixty years, and finally cultivated this internal energy to the state of endless and inexhaustible great perfection, thereby being promoted to the master of martial arts.

"He has to protect his virginity and endure the hardship of practicing seclusion. This Mu Lingzi is indeed a ruthless person!" Fang Hao thought to himself.

Fang Hao put this copy of "Shangqing Qigong" together with the "Nine Yang Manual" and "Nine Yin Manual" he had obtained earlier, and kept them close to his body.

He immediately commanded the ship of the Dajiang Alliance to go downstream and head straight for Taihu Lake.

This time, nothing unexpected happened and Fang Hao returned to Taihu Lake in just five days.

……

Wusong River, estuary

Several large ships belonging to the Dajiang League were lined up in a row. On the deck of the flagship, Zhang Yimang was holding a revolver sword and looking forward.

There, there was a huge ship, sailing upstream from the sea. Judging from the flag, it was the main battleship of the Haisha Gang.

Looking at the "Yu" flag on the mast of the ship fluttering in the wind, Zhang Yimang knew that the second in command of the Haisha Gang, the "Thousand-Handed Demon" Yu Guanhai, had arrived.

The two main ships were facing each other at the mouth of the Wusong River, several feet apart.

"Mr. Yu, this is the territory of my Dajiang League. If you know what's good for you, get out of here as soon as possible!" Zhang Yimang said bluntly.

"'Wheel Sword' Zhang Yimang? I heard that you have a sharp swordsmanship and have killed countless people. Several good fighters in my Haisha Gang have been defeated by your sword. Today, I will take you down completely!" Yu Guanhai looked at Zhang Yimang and said sinisterly.

As the second-in-command of the Haisha Gang, Yu Guanhai's appearance was not ferocious at all. He was dressed in brocade clothes and a jade crown, holding a lacquered iron fan, looking quite like a famous scholar.

"Just relying on you? You want to kill me?" Zhang Yimang sneered. Yu Guanhai said: "You just rely on the sharpness of the revolving sword. Without the revolving sword, do you think you can defeat me?"

"You want to trick me? That's not that easy." Zhang Yimang said, "Magic weapons are part of our martial arts power. If you have the ability, you can also get a magic weapon!"

"Get a magic weapon? That's not necessary." Yu Guanhai closed the folding fan in his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense and show us the real thing!"

Zhang Yimang said, "It should have been done long ago! Brothers, let's get on board!"

Beside Zhang Yimang, the two brothers Su Xinglong and Su Xingbao, one of the three heroes of Taihu Lake, said, "Zhang Protector, don't be impulsive. It won't be too late to attack the Haisha Gang after the leader comes back."

"I can't wait any longer!" Zhang Yimang said in a deep voice, "Yu Guanhai's men have mobilized our three water strongholds on the Wusong River. If we don't take action to destroy their fighting spirit, the situation in the Dajiang League may be unstable."

Zhang Yimang is by no means a pure reckless man, but in the recent conflicts between the Dajiang League and the Haisha Gang, he has mostly taken defensive actions.

This has caused dissatisfaction among the gang members in the alliance, and the alliance leader Fang Hao has not returned yet.

The Dajiang Alliance urgently needs a big victory to boost morale and stabilize the situation.

"Don't forget, we still have dozens of Mahuang crossbows secretly obtained by Su Shidan to support us. Tell the brothers holding crossbows to prepare secretly. There is no need to worry." Zhang Yimang said.

Zhang Yimang also made preparations for both situations. Besides, Yu Guanhai on the opposite side was only the second-in-command of the Haisha Gang. So what was he afraid of?
"boom!"

The three river ships of the Dajiang League finally collided with the large sea ship of the Haisha Gang.

Yu Guanhai stepped forward and said, "Martial arts should be governed by martial arts rules. Today, you and I will fight. If I win, I will ask you to give up the territory along the Wusong River."

"What if you lose? So what?" Zhang Yimang said.

"The shipping lanes around Zhoushan are left to you!" Yu Guanhai said, "Zhang Yimang, do you dare to fight?"

"Why not?" Zhang Yimang's energy moved, and the wheel on the revolving sword in his hand began to spin.

A space was immediately cleared on the deck, and a fight between dragons and tigers was about to take place.

"Come on!" The iron fan in Yu Guanhai's hand suddenly opened, like a sharp blade, and slashed at Zhang Yimang from the side.

Zhang Yimang was unafraid, and his thirty-six moves of "Mangshan Sword Technique" were like mercury pouring out of the ground, covering the whole sky and sweeping over him.

Upon seeing this, Yu Guanhai closed his fan and pointed his finger diagonally downward, aiming directly at the "Jianjing Point" on Zhang Yimang's left shoulder.

However, Zhang Yimang easily neutralized it with his "Eighteen Falls with a Touch of Clothes" technique. They fought with each other, sword and fan, and it was difficult to tell who would win.

Needless to say, Zhang Yimang has been reborn since his master's death. With the advantage of his revolving sword, even ordinary second-rate masters will not stand a good chance in his hands.

Yu Guanhai was similar. The fan technique he performed was very strict and obviously had some inheritance.

The iron fan in his hand was sometimes opened, sometimes closed, sometimes stabbed, sometimes picked, sometimes circled, sometimes chopped. The moves were strange and very different from the martial arts of the Central Plains.

Therefore, even if Zhang Yimang had the "Wheel Sword" in his hand, it would be difficult for him to win easily.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, screams suddenly came from the river boat where the archers of the Dajiang League were hiding.

Yu Guanhai was overjoyed and said, "I succeeded!"

Zhang Yimang's voice sank as he said, "What a despicable Haisha Gang! They actually launched a sneak attack!"

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