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

Yang Guo said, "You should know what I want. Give it to me, and you can go down the mountain."

Jinlun bowed and said, "Young Master Yang, your breathing is unsteady and your steps are unsteady. You must have just been fighting someone. If you want to keep us here, I'm afraid the Quanzhen Sect will have to pay a heavy price."

Yang Guo disagreed: "No, Master, you don't understand one thing. This is Zhongnan Mountain, and many fellow practitioners are drinking tea on the mountain right now."

"Not to mention that Yang Guo still has the strength to fight. Even without me, Yang Guo, you wouldn't be able to leave today."

Yang Guo glanced at Guo Jing and continued:

"Surely Master Guo wouldn't just stand by and watch the Mongols storm into the Quanzhen Sect without doing anything, would he?"

Yang Guo immediately lifted Guo Jing up.

Guo Jing just watched with a grim expression, but dared not refuse.

He already owed the Quanzhen Sect a favor, and his trip up the mountain was also to seek their assistance.

I absolutely have to help with this, otherwise it will be difficult to save face in front of the martial arts community.

Otherwise, I'm afraid my reputation will be completely ruined.

Now that he's already being labeled with accusations of being ungrateful, his reputation is going to be ruined.

Jinlun looked around and sighed inwardly. He really didn't have much confidence in breaking through under such circumstances.

That kid is dishonest; he even made a deal with me last time.

This time they actually went straight for the robbery.

The main problem is that the people who were supposed to be there to help and the people who can still speak to me have all become withdrawn.

"Qingxu, what do you want?" Sun Bu'er asked in confusion.

"Cultivation Techniques"

Qiu Chuji was also puzzled: "Your actions will likely be looked down upon by the martial arts world."

Learning from past mistakes, Qiu Chuji basically stayed near Yang Guo, watching his every word and action, fearing that he might go astray.

Qiu Chuji continued, "Is this technique so important? We don't need to talk to them! We can just imprison them."

Yang Guo looked at Qiu Chuji speechlessly.

"Don't worry, they won't hand it over so easily."

Meanwhile, Jinlun's side was also whispering among themselves.

Darba muttered, "Master, how about we switch with him?"

Before coming here, he and his master went to see the old prophet. Since the prophet did not object to his master exchanging cultivation techniques, wouldn't it be even better now, and he could also get out of a predicament at the same time?

Huo Du was more than willing, but of course he didn't dare to provoke the young man. Every time he saw him, he was beaten half to death.

He didn't mock or provoke the young man at all, because he felt that if he insulted Yang Guo, the woman would definitely come after him again.

Jinlun, however, was staring intently at Yang Guo.

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I'm afraid this young man won't agree!

"Master, the people of the Central Plains are most averse to others coveting their sect's martial arts techniques. Let's be direct and let him ride the tiger southward," Huo Du suddenly said.

Jinlun's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of what to do.

Jinlun angrily said, "Yang Guo, there is no way I will hand over my sect's martial arts techniques. Forget about it. If you have the ability, then come and take them."

Jinlun shouted again:

"Look at this fellow, everyone! This boy is of questionable character, actually trying to forcibly seize another sect's martial arts techniques. Has the martial arts world of the Central Plains really fallen to such a state?"

Jinlun is naturally not threatened by anyone.

At worst, he could just turn around and leave with his two apprentices.

Darba is tough and thick-skinned, so he shouldn't be hurt if he falls in the mountains.

As for Huo Du, well, he was already injured, so getting injured again there shouldn't be a problem.

The more Guo Jing looked at Yang Guo, the more he wanted to teach him a lesson, and he was about to start cursing him.

Just then, Jinlun opened his mouth.

Yang Guo said, "Master, you misunderstand. How could I possibly steal? In that case, let's continue our previous topic. What is your purpose in trespassing into my sect's forbidden area? It seems Master will have no choice but to visit my Chongyang Palace for a discussion!"

This old guy disagrees; it seems he's willing to fight to the death.

Yang Guo was the first to strike:

"Disciples, listen to my command! This Mongol barbarian is using rumors as a pretext to probe the strength of our sect, and his true intention is secondary—he covets our sacred scriptures. If we don't kill these Mongols now, when will we ever get another chance?"

Jinlun was shocked; this young man was willing to fight to the death over a mere disagreement!

"Furthermore, the Mongols have long coveted our dynasty. You don't necessarily think they just happened to be here, do you?"

"The Quanzhen Sect must have come here more than once, right?"

The Quanzhen Sect disciples were instantly alarmed upon hearing this. This was indeed true; two experts had visited the Quanzhen Sect previously.

Their attire clearly identifies them as Mongolians.

"You should know that even though Shaolin Temple was closed to the public, this senior lama still went to check it out."

"If you don't believe me, Master Wuse of Shaolin is right here, and we can confront each other."

Wuse stepped forward, performed a Buddhist salute, and said, "Amitabha, the Golden Wheel Monk did indeed stay at our temple for several days that day."

Yang Guo continued, "They must be preparing for the day when the Mongol cavalry marches south!"

After saying that, Yang Guo moved to the side and whispered to Huang Rong, Liu Chuxuan, and the others.

Upon hearing this, Jinlun suddenly roared without warning:

"Walk!"

He unleashed five attacks simultaneously at Yang Guo and the Quanzhen disciples, then suddenly grabbed Darba and Huo Du, his figure as swift as lightning, and swept past the cliff.

Yang Guo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Almost simultaneously, streaks of sharp sword light pierced through the air, ready to meet the Five Rounds.

Faster than the sword light were two streaks of silver light that cut through the wind, heading straight for the back of the Golden Wheel!

The Golden Wheel Monk felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he suddenly roared, spinning like a top, flinging the two people in his hands into the air.

Thinking of waiting for five cycles of rebirth to protect himself was already too late. His muscles bulged, and he used his bare body to withstand two finger-flicking divine powers.

He then forcefully urged the golden wheel to spin around and meet the incoming sword light once more—

With a sharp clang, although Jin Lun intercepted the sword's momentum, his left shoulder was still struck by the residual force, causing blood to splatter and stain half of his monk's sleeve red.

Yang Guo shouted, "Great Hero Guo, when are you going to make a move?"

Guo Jing's face turned ashen, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released; at least he had to stop it first.

Meanwhile, Yang Guo, along with the black-clad nun and the colorless one, circled around and captured Darba and Huodu, who had been thrown out.

The Mongolians and the Quanzhen disciples looked at each other awkwardly for a moment.

Didn't you guys take action without giving us a heads-up?

They're fighting up here. If we don't move, won't we look like fools?

The battlefield ended in an instant, so should we still move? Should we just shout a couple of times?

Guo Jing and the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen surrounded the Golden Wheel Monk.

Huang Rong also looked at Jinlun with a solemn expression. She had come out specifically to target the major acupoints, partly to kill the enemy and partly to restrict their movement.

However, it only caused the other party to pause for a moment.

Yang Guo wasn't surprised. With the Golden Wheel Dragon Elephant's skillful use of force, it would be difficult to strike his vital points.

However, if Huang Rong hadn't flicked her finger to break his skill first, it's uncertain whether Liu Chuxuan's sword would have been able to succeed.

Yang Guo smiled and ran up to Huang Rong, whispering:

"Well done, Rong'er. Your husband will reward you tonight."

Huang Rong cursed inwardly. What kind of time is this to be teasing her?

However, Huang Rong's complexion improved somewhat.

A blush spread across her face, and her heart was filled with joy.

To everyone's surprise, Yang Guo addressed the crowd:

"Jinlun, you can leave now, but your two disciples will be staying on the mountain for a while. I can't help it, I'm just that hospitable. They can come back to visit when they've decided."

The Golden Wheel Monk roared, "Yang Guo, let's fight! If you defeat me, you can take whatever you want!"

Yang Guo looked at Jinlun Fawang as if he were a fool.

If you can gang up on someone, why would anyone waste their time fighting you one-on-one?

"Not leaving?"

Yang Guo walked up to Darba, looked at Jinlun, and said, "Jinlun, how about we settle for second best and continue our exchange?"

Jinlun looked at him with an uncertain expression.

He then said in a deep voice, "Let's talk in private."

Yang Guo calmly invited, "Please, Master!"

Huang Rong stopped Yang Guo, urgently saying, "Guo'er, you mustn't!"

Liu Chuxuan and the others echoed this sentiment: "Qingxu, this great lama is highly skilled in martial arts; you must not act rashly."

If Yang Guo were in his prime, no one would be worried, but now this great lama is only hampered in his movements and has some external injuries.

Yang Guo's condition was not obviously bad.

If a high lama were to capture someone at close range, no one else would have time to come to their aid.

Yang Guo laughed and said, "It's alright. I believe that someone of your status as a mage would not resort to such despicable means. We were just facing each other as enemies, so naturally we would use any means necessary."

But now that a deal has been struck, if the sorcerer attacks me from behind, it means he lacks confidence in defeating me in a direct confrontation. What regrets would Yang Guo have then?

Jinlun gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to slap this despicable youth to death.