The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

"Brothers, the Quanzhen Sect is going too far! Are they trying to destroy the evidence?"

Someone uttered a word and then stabbed Qiu Chuji.

The scene descended into chaos.

Huo Du, however, reached out to grab Huang Rong.

The woman's stunningly beautiful face was partially obscured by her veil, making her breathtakingly gorgeous. Coupled with her exquisite curves, it was hard for him not to make a move on her.

"Young lady, come with me, it'll be a hundred times more enjoyable than your cultivation here in the Quanzhen Sect."

"What's so great about this mountain? It must be your man who abandoned you, which is why he let you come up the mountain with me. I promise I'll take good care of you."

Huang Rong's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

She knew why Li Mochou killed people the moment she raised her hand.

She wants to now too.

Huo Du pointed his iron fan forward at Huang Rong.

By this time, the battle zone had expanded.

Meanwhile, the attackers were still shouting:

"The Quanzhen Sect has gone too far, actually killing people who came to witness the ceremony in public. They don't treat us like human beings."

"Look, that woman is really from the Quanzhen Sect. The Quanzhen Sect keeps women in the back mountains."

Cheng Yaojia had already retreated behind the Quanzhen Sect disciples.

She is not good at martial arts and has little combat experience.

So they quickly withdrew from the battle.

But this also gave these people an excuse.

Huo Dufang took the initiative and the Quanzhen Sect was forced to retreat before they could even set up their formation.

Huo Du would be overjoyed if he saw this.

Unfortunately, at this moment, his face was flushed red as if he were constipated, and he could only watch helplessly as the woman's claw shadows swept through the air.

He was unable to withstand it.

What's worse, this woman was extremely ruthless, her every move aimed at his vital points and acupoints.

Huang Rong attacked in anger, her claws flashing like ghosts. In just a few breaths, Huo Du was covered in wounds.

He gritted his teeth and shot out his iron fan, trying to create distance.

Unexpectedly, the woman moved with incredible speed, appearing close to him like a ghost.

Huo Du hurriedly unfurled his fan, creating an impenetrable iron curtain in front of him.

Huang Rong let out a cold laugh.

Without dodging or avoiding, her figure moved as gracefully as a feather, and her palm passed through the fan shadow, landing solidly on Huo Du's chest.

"puff--"

Huo Du spat out a spray of blood and staggered backward.

Huang Rong was not about to let him get away. With her skirts fluttering, she whipped her slender legs upwards like whips, aiming straight for his groin!

Huo Du was horrified—this woman actually wanted him to be childless!

He quickly focused his energy in his dantian and slashed downwards with his iron fan.

A glint flashed in Huang Rong's eyes, and she suddenly changed her move. With a twist of her slender waist, she flipped backward in mid-air and slammed her leg down on Huo Dutian's head like Mount Tai!

Huo Du only had time to block with his arm, but those seemingly long and slender legs were as heavy as mountains.

"Snap!"

His knees buckled, and he was forced to kneel on the ground. His internal injuries aggravated his injuries, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

He vomited and cried out, "Senior...Senior brother, save me!"

Immediately, Huang Rong delivered a "Black Dragon Emerging from the Sea" kick straight to Huo Du's chest. Huo Du flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Huo Du lay on the ground, glanced around, and his face darkened.

Damn, am I the only one getting beaten up?

He got up again.

But a yellow shadow flashed before his eyes, and the woman had already spun around and appeared behind him.

The palm strike was like a sword, tearing through the air.

Huo Du struggled to parry with his fan.

At this time, Darba was still engaged in a heated battle with Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi.

Upon seeing this, he roared in fury.

This junior brother must not be harmed, otherwise Master's position will also be jeopardized.

He swept his staff horizontally with great force, forcing both opponents back.

He was about to step forward to save Huo Du.

He had only taken one step when he suddenly stopped, and a thin silver needle flashed past his eyes.

A bead of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The needle wound was so sharp that it chilled him to the bone.

This delay allowed the two attacks to strike again.

Huo Du was on the verge of death.

At that moment, a resounding dragon-elephant roar rang out.

They rushed straight at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong was shocked. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, changed her position, and switched places with Huo Du, kicking Huo Du towards the newcomer.

It was clear that the visitors were there for Huo Du.

He reached out and caught Huo Du, who landed gracefully.

Huang Rong looked at the newcomer with a serious expression. He was a high lama, but there was a faint metallic luster on the top of his head and forehead, which clearly indicated that he had mastered internal strength and had it permanently emanating from the top of his head.

His aura was imposing without being angry.

At this moment, both Darba and Kho were overjoyed.

"Master."

The visitor was none other than the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Jinlun did not answer, but only stared at the woman.

He had no idea that there was such an extraordinary woman in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Although this young apprentice was not very skilled in martial arts, he was not this bad, yet he was completely powerless against this woman.

If the woman hadn't hesitated to kill him initially, this disciple would probably be dead by now.

"My name is Jinlun. May I ask who you are?"

"If you're going to fight, then fight. If not, then get lost."

Huo Du roared, "You woman, you're asking for death! This is my master. If you kneel down, admit your mistake, and beg me to take you away, I might consider forgiving you and then I'll treat you less cruelly in the future..."

"shut up!"

Jinlun interrupted him, saying that this disciple, despite being covered in injuries, still didn't know how to behave.

"Since you refuse to register, that's fine. Although my disciple is disappointing, the severity of your actions has made it impossible for this old monk to ignore it."

Jinlun made a move, his movements wide and sweeping, pushing out a palm strike.

The howling wind rushed straight at Huang Rong's face.

Huang Rong's eyes narrowed.

She flicked her finger at the incoming palm strike, and the force dissipated before it even reached her side.

Jinlun's eyes lit up; this woman had remarkable insight.

She instantly spotted the key point of the palm strike and broke it with a single finger.

In that case, there's no need for him to hold back.

Within Jinlun's body, there seemed to be a mixed roar of a giant dragon roaring in the abyss and a giant elephant galloping in the wilderness.

His voice was incredibly deep and resonant, capable of directly intimidating his opponent.

Huang Rong instantly responded with a telepathic exchange.

She used a soul-shifting technique to distract the monk with her powerful, focused mental energy.

Jinlun never expected that this woman also possessed such superb martial arts skills.

Unfortunately, his spirit and martial arts had already reached their peak. Not to mention that this woman's internal strength was inferior to his, even if she was slightly stronger than him, she could not subdue him with her spiritual power.

Do you really think his decades of diligent practice is just a joke?

Since that's the case, then accept the backlash.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King clasped his hands together, and the sound of the wheel resonated around him.

"Rong'er, stop!"

A loud shout rang out.

It seemed to interrupt the two people's spellcasting.

Then a middle-aged man ran towards the battlefield between the two.

But there are people who are faster than him.

A figure in white suddenly rushed past him, unleashing a powerful palm strike. A fierce wind howled, silencing all the dragon's roar and soul-capturing sounds, and also blocking the middle-aged man's rescue attempt. The white-clad man had already flashed to Huang Rong's side, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around her waist and leaped onto the roof of the main hall.

The stunningly beautiful woman offered no resistance, allowing him to embrace her.

"Rong'er, are you alright?"

Huang Rong's face was already pale, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, and she could barely stand.

They could only rely on the support of the man's arm.

"Guo'er, what brings you here? This lama has incredibly strong internal energy; I wasn't careful. Be careful."

Her voice was barely audible, carrying a hint of shyness and joy.

Then Huang Rong saw the person in the center of the battlefield, her expression complex.

As Yang Guo unleashed a palm strike, a gust of wind swept across the battlefield, bringing a temporary halt to the fighting. All seven disciples of Quanzhen had also arrived.

At this moment, Jinlun and Guo Jing, who had just arrived and called out, were standing in the middle of the field.