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

Yang Guo sighed.

I just said a few words of comfort to her.

Surprisingly, the girl recovered quickly.

"Brother Guo, let's make a three-point agreement."

Yang Guo carried her on their journey.

Her feet were dangling in the air, her small feet dancing in the air, her eyes were bright, and her smile was radiant.

"First, you are not allowed to associate with other women from now on."

"Secondly, you are not allowed to look at other women again."

"Third, you're not allowed to flirt with other people anymore."

Guo Fu was gazing into the future.

Yang Guo remained silent, speechless.

Aren't all three of your points the same?

Yang Guo naturally wouldn't agree.

He was afraid that if he agreed, Guo Fu would get beaten up by her mother the very next day.

"Have you thought it through? Then I'll agree."

Two days later, Yang Guo led her into the nearest city.

The girl was overjoyed.

She didn't know if it was because he was holding her back, or because he had agreed to her conditions.

"Where do we go now?"

"Find the Beggars' Sect."

"Huh? No way."

The girl felt inexplicably guilty.

"You have no idea how long you've been out here. Are you afraid your mother will find out?"

"Who said that? I'm not afraid."

The two wandered through the streets and alleys.

But I didn't see a single beggar.

"Is this town so well managed? There isn't a single beggar?" the girl asked in surprise.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yang Guo didn't believe that there wasn't a single beggar in the entire city.

So the more remote a place was, the more he would go there.

Sure enough, a group of little beggars were squatting in the dark alley.

"Hey, come here. My mother is Huang Rong. Tell me what's going on here? Where are the other beggars?"

Yang Guo rubbed his forehead and pulled her behind him.

He threw out a silver ingot, which weighed about ten taels.

A group of little beggars immediately surrounded him, calling him "Master."

"I'm asking you, where are your gang members in this city?"

So the two entered the city, but left again in less than a quarter of an hour.

Dense forest outside the city.

A group of beggars wandered through the woods.

"Elder Lu, the Chieftain wants us to gather information about Yang Guo. We finally have some, but it seems we're still entangled with the government. What should we do?"

The chief elder said, "Since the leader has given the order, then let's send the message. Also, let's inform them about Miss Guo leaving the island."

The group walked several hundred more steps.

A beggar came up ahead to report.

"Elder, the Mongol Tartars are just ahead, but they've already engaged in battle."

"Okay, is this the Golden Wheel Monk the gang leader mentioned?"

"No, it was a Taoist priest in black robes, but his skills were extremely powerful. Those martial artists couldn't defeat him after a long time, and many of them were injured by him instead."

Elder Lu said in a deep voice, "Alright, regardless of whether it is true or not, the Mongol Empire is stirring up trouble, and now another powerful figure has penetrated deep into our Central Plains. They certainly don't have good intentions. Disciples, follow me."

Everyone agreed, "Yes."

"Is this the martial arts world of the Central Plains? I never expected that I would encounter such a bunch of scoundrels so soon after leaving the mountains."

A thin, elderly man in a gray robe looked at the Central Plains people surrounding him with a gloomy expression.

Those stared at by him felt their limbs grow cold and their breathing become labored.

"What Five Masters, what Mount Tai and Big Dipper? They're nothing special."

Everyone was furious.

These Mongols are really good at bullying people.

Immediately someone took action.

The old Taoist priest, with a mere flick of his sleeves, unleashed a burst of icy energy directly at the man, instantly enveloping him in white mist and turning him into an ice statue.

Everyone was alarmed.

"Has the Beggars' Sect arrived yet?"

The old man's eyes were like those of an eagle, sharp and piercing. He stood quietly, constantly uttering sarcastic remarks.

"I didn't expect the martial arts world of the Central Plains to have truly declined. If it's just you people here today, then there's no need to wait any longer."

"You sorcerer, do you really think there's no one left in the Central Plains?"

Two people squeezed out from the crowd.

Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing.

Zhao Zhijing immediately stepped forward and thrust his sword at him.

The old man, seeing that it was a Taoist priest, became interested: "Oh? The Quanzhen Sect? Then it's perfect for us to have a contest of Taoist skills."

The old man pointed it out.

He pointed to block Zhao Zhijing's thrusting sword.

"Is this all the skill you've got?"

The old man instantly changed his fingers into a palm, and the cold air condensed in his hand, allowing him to actually grasp Zhao Zhijing's sword with his bare hands.

Zhao Zhijing's expression changed drastically; this old man was terrifying.

He tried his best to draw the sword, but it didn't budge an inch.

He immediately jumped up and kicked the old man in the chest.

The old man's eyes revealed a mocking glint.

With a flick of his right hand, a chilling aura instantly swept across the entire sword, causing ice to crack and scatter, piercing straight at Zhao Zhijing's body.

Zhao Zhijing's attack was thwarted, and he had no choice but to use his hands to protect himself, barely managing to block the broken sword that was aimed at his face.

Even so, his entire body was covered in blood.

They retreated in defeat.

The old man, having gained power, had no intention of letting him go.

Since you're going to be on the field, be prepared to die.

Seeing the opportunity, the old man leaped close, leaving an afterimage in his wake.

He struck out with a palm, aiming straight for Zhao Zhijing's chest.

Zhao Zhijing cursed inwardly that my life was over.

Just then, another sword blocked the cold palm.

The old man showed no alarm when another Taoist priest came to stop him, and he simply gripped his sword again.

Zhen Zhibing had been watching the battle; how could he not know his intentions?

After blocking the cold palm with his sword, he touched it and immediately withdrew.

The horizontal sword turned into a rapier.

With a single, cold, star-like strike, Dingyang Sword, swift as lightning, aimed straight for the old man's throat.

The old man, seeing this clearly, retreated to avoid the sword, spread his hands like a goose landing, and with a flick of his sleeves, a chilling aura condensed into a white snake spitting its tongue, which coiled straight towards Zhen Zhibing.

Zhen Zhibing immediately unleashed "Vast Waves," a sword technique that was round and long, attempting to block the cold air.

But the moment they made contact, he shivered. The sword's momentum was relentless, and the chill went straight into his body.

Zhen Zhibing immediately roared, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and used the force to fly backward, dodging the white snake's sweep.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. You have some talent and ruthlessness. I didn't expect the Quanzhen Sect to have a junior like you. You're stronger than the last one."

Zhao Zhijing was still recovering from his injuries when he heard this, and his face turned ashen.

"Alright, that's enough for today. I have no interest in playing with you anymore. You can all go die now," the old man suddenly said sharply, his eyes as cold as frost.

He leaped into the air, charging into the crowd, intending to wreak havoc.

Just then, a green and yellow staff shot out from a distance and landed directly in front of the old Taoist priest and the people from the Central Plains.

"Set up the formation."

A large number of Beggars' Clan members suddenly appeared from all sides.

The old man stopped and watched the beggar circle around him, stepping on the formation. He immediately laughed and said, "Haha, once you enter the Central Plains, you'll know that Hong Qigong, one of the Five Greats of the world, has a Dog-Beating Stick that is unparalleled in the world. It's the only thing that keeps the martial arts people of the Central Plains from rising to prominence."

"It seems the people of the Central Plains are really worse than dogs."

The crowd's faces turned ashen, and they were eager to rush forward and kill the evil Taoist priest.

Elder Lu and the other Beggars' Sect disciples were furious upon hearing this. This was hardly a compliment to their old leader; it was clearly a mockery of the entire Central Plains martial arts world.

Elder Lu didn't waste any words and shouted, "Beat the vicious dog with a stick!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples attacked the old man's lower body directly.

As the old man burst into laughter, he stepped onto his staff and soared into the air. As he spun around, the wind from his palms was like clouds, enveloping all directions.

The Beggar Clan disciple, whose skill was inferior, was immediately struck away by a palm, fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell still.

But then another disciple stepped in.

The old man's killing intent was no longer restrained, and his palm strike became even stronger.

Elder Lu and others felt as if the sky had darkened.

Fortunately, he was a veteran of many battles, and he bit his tongue to maintain a sliver of clarity.

"Slanted dog back".

Upon hearing this, the disciples swung their staffs, making them move within the formation, employing feints and real attacks to catch the enemy off guard.

The old man's eyes narrowed, his palm strike was blocked by the flying stick, and his figure fell down.

However, under the enveloping chill, although the old man's offensive was halted, the formation was already in complete disarray.

"Not bad, not bad, the Central Plains Beggars' Sect has something."

"But unfortunately, my disciple is too incompetent. He cannot unleash the full power of the staff technique."

"Why don't you teach me?"

The Beggars' Sect disciples were furious.

"You wicked Taoist, stop your lies! If my old leader were here today, you would have been beheaded long ago."

The old man scoffed, grinning widely as he said:

"Hong Qigong is only fit to beat dogs. How come the Beggars' Sect has no one else besides Hong Qigong? And who is this dog who is the current leader? Let's take him out for a walk!"

"Slap him in the face."

A streak of cold light, like a galaxy, pierced the night sky and shone directly at the old man.

A woman in green holding a jade flute appeared in the room.

She is as gentle and refined as a chrysanthemum, as warm and gentle as jade.

But now her lips were tightly pursed, and the usual gentle smile at the corner of her mouth had vanished without a trace.

His gentle gaze sharpened, like two cold stars, staring directly at the old man without flinching or avoiding his gaze.