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

Qiu Chuji found this to be quite reasonable.

However, Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing behind him narrowed their eyes upon hearing this, exchanged a glance, and then turned back, each lost in thought.

"Guo'er, shall we go?"

For some reason, Huang Rong was afraid that these mundane matters would taint the young man's eyes, so she always tried to keep him from facing them.

Fine, at worst she'll make it up to the young man later, and if all else fails, she'll take Cheng Yaojia with her.

Yang Guo gave a light snort and didn't respond to her.

Yang Guo lightly touched the ground with his toes, causing the rubble beneath his feet to crack and rise up.

Yang Guo grabbed it casually, took a step forward, and leaped into the air. His white robes fluttered once, and countless pebbles shot out.

"You beast, stop hurting people!"

Guo Jing had exceptional eyesight; he saw that the young man could flick his fingers and shoot them all at the attacker's vital points, which was a fatal blow.

He struck out with his palm, and a dragon's roar exploded.

It was meant to shatter the stone, which was like a deadly bullet.

Huang Rong was furious. How dare this bitch insult her man!

Her eyes blazed with fury, and she already held the broken silver in her hand, the invisible internal force flowing directly to her fingertips.

But someone was faster than her.

Several silver needles actually broke through Guo Jing's palm strike and shot towards Guo Jing's chest.

Yang Guo now has another beautiful woman by his side, with a waist as slender as a willow and a face as cold as frost.

With a flick of his wrist, several more silver needles appeared in his hand.

She was simply pulled behind the boy.

Yang Guo's eyes narrowed. There was enough going on today; there was no need to involve Li Mochou.

"Moon, protect Rong'er, there's no need to intervene further."

He instantly drew Li Mochou's sword, and his leap was even faster than the silver needle. With a flick of his sword, the silver needle, as if drawn by magnetism, changed direction and returned to Li Mochou's hand.

Yang Guo flew into the arena, followed by more than a dozen corpses. In the end, no one escaped his divine finger.

"Guo'er, they were merely deceived, believing that you possessed martial arts skills. How could you kill with every move you made?"

Guo Jing was furious. His attack had failed to save these people. He glared at the white-clad woman who had appeared beside Huang Rong, who dared to attack him.

"Yang Guo, how vicious you are! They show mercy everywhere, yet you kill with every move." Then someone else stepped forward.

"Yang Guo, you have too much bloodlust. It seems the Shaolin incident is true. You actually stole the scriptures and burned down the temple."

"Heroes, this man has offended Shaolin and is now killing people indiscriminately. We have a duty to capture him and hand him over to Shaolin."

People die for wealth, birds die for food.

People continued to walk out one after another.

Yang Guo glanced sideways at the crowd.

The people on Jinlun's side were in a state of confusion, and many were eager to make a move.

He then stopped on Jinlun and asked, "Are you coming too?"

Clad in white, his gaze was indifferent, yet a single sentence conveyed boundless killing intent.

In an instant, the young man was about to swing his sword to slash the golden wheel.

Just then, a Buddhist chant rang out.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Yang, you are about to fall into demonic possession."

The somber atmosphere paused briefly as the Buddhist chants began.

Everyone looked and saw a monk in plain robes standing in front of the mountain gate.

Although he was not very old, his face had a sense of vicissitude, but his eyes were bright and piercing, giving people a sense of authority, as if he could see through everything.

The Quanzhen School attracted guests.

The visitor was Wu Se from Shaolin.

Yang Guo ignored the monk's gossip.

The monk's demeanor had changed drastically; he was now so composed that he was unrecognizable from his former self.

"Monk, are you getting involved in this mess too?"

Yang Guo looked at Wuse, whose temperament was completely different from that day, and was somewhat surprised.

After the monk went down the mountain, he disappeared somewhere, and now he's suddenly appeared here.

"I've come looking for Young Master Yang."

Immediately someone said, "Haha, Yang Guo's aggrieved party is right here. Now that he's come knocking to demand the scriptures, why doesn't he quickly produce the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Yi Jin Jing!"

"Rest assured, Master, we will definitely seek justice for Shaolin."

As for who will ultimately get justice, that depends on who has the bigger fist.

Guo Jing angrily said, "Guo'er, what's going on? You really stole Shaolin martial arts? You brat, how have I taught you? Are you trying to imitate your father now?!"

A female voice immediately rang out:

"Guo Jing, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? What kind of great hero is Guo? You're just a pathetic wretch with a twisted mind who can't control his genitals."

"What, now that Chief Huang doesn't want you anymore, you're coming after this fiery woman? Have you no shame?!"

"What right do you have to admonish him, or what debt of gratitude do you have for teaching him?"

Everyone was shocked. Who was this person? How could he be so brave?

There wasn't a single good word in his words.

The key point is that they seem to have heard some incredible gossip.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong divorced!

Guo Jing's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Yang Guo was also extremely surprised. How could these women be so fierce? They either used deadly blows or deadly bites. He didn't even have time to say a word.

All the crowd saw was a woman in purple squeeze out from among the Quanzhen sect members, quickly walk into the arena, and rush into his arms.

Sun Bu'er, his face ashen, was left standing there, his outstretched hand grasping at nothing.

Guo Jing was shocked: "It's you! Cheng Yaojia?"

Guo Jing stared blankly as the woman tugged at Yang Guo's left sleeve and then looked at him, smoothing his back. She acted like a devoted wife, worried that her husband might be injured.

Cheng Yaojia looked around and was very satisfied; her body was spotless, and her heart was also spotless.

He killed so many people with the flick of his finger, yet he showed no sign of violence and remained so otherworldly.

She loved it even more.

Guo Jing flew into a rage: "Cheng Yaojia, you...you're not behaving like a proper woman! You're...with Yang Guo?"

Yang Guo unleashed a sword strike.

Guo Jing was furious that this young man dared to attack him.

He secretly channeled his inner strength into his palm to resist the sword's wind.

The boy stepped onto the bluestone and leaped up in an instant. His slender figure suddenly gave people the impression of being invincible.

What kind of external martial arts technique is this?

The roar of the dragon and elephant unexpectedly brought about a change in the heavens.

Jinlun was shocked. This young man was already at the peak of the fifth level?

It's only been a short time.

But you're only at the fifth level, how can you contend with Guo Jing? The most crucial question is, how come your momentum is so terrifying? Are we practicing the same technique?

Guo Jing didn't take it to heart. How could he take a teenager seriously? He was only good at using his finger flick.

But the next second.

The two exchanged blows, and Guo Jing felt that the domineering internal force directly suppressed him.

He was shocked. What kind of technique and internal force was this that was so domineering? He roared in his heart and quickly changed his move to unleash the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

But the decline was already underway.

A gust of wind swept between the two, forcing everyone to squint.

The white-clad youth was now standing where Guo Jing had been, while Guo Jing was now retreating backward.

Guo Jing was shocked. This young man's internal strength was so strong that he had suffered a hidden loss due to his hasty response.

What's going on? Last time he was just a clueless young boy.

He stomped his feet, channeling his energy into the earth, causing the bluestone beneath his feet to crack and spread like a spider web.

The young man stood holding his sword without blushing or panting.

Suddenly someone said, "Hey, I think I heard my wife calling me? Should I go home?"

"Yes, yes, now that you mention it, I seem to remember. I came to Quanzhen Sect to attend the ceremony."

"Hey bro, me too! Who's that kid? He's fucking handsome. Look, women are throwing themselves at him."

"Hey, he's also called Yang Guo? He must share the same name as the one from Shaolin."

Damn, what did this kid eat to grow up like this? He actually gained the upper hand in his palm strike against Guo Jing?

Suddenly, everyone realized that Yang Guo couldn't be defeated; they couldn't win.

I'd still go with Xiang Meiren.