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

That day, dust billowed up, and Xuanmingzi, without seeing who was blocking his way, was startled away by Master Yideng's "One-Finger Divine Skill".

Now, upon seeing Yang Guo again, he naturally wouldn't recognize him.

But Yang Guo recognized him.

Yang Guo was surprised to find that this person was still wandering around the Central Plains.

Now, their arrival here has incurred the wrath of the divine physician.

Yang Guo glanced around and realized that there were probably no fewer than twenty skilled martial artists chasing after him.

Yang Guo, of course, would not let him off the hook at this point.

He immediately unleashed the Nine Yang Divine Skill, a technique known for its extreme yang energy.

Xuanmingzi's internal energy is chillingly powerful.

Perhaps others have no solution to this extreme cold internal force.

But Yang Guo's Nine Yang Divine Skill is his natural nemesis.

Besides, this time, all he needs to do is stall this old guy.

After all, Yang Guo had several beautiful young women waiting to be taken care of.

But he didn't have time to fight Xuanmingzi to the death.

Now all we need to do is stall this person and wait for the martial arts community to gang up on him.

Yang Guo struck Xuanmingzi with a palm strike from mid-air.

"You're asking for it!"

Xuanmingzi didn't expect this young man to dare to stop him. But he didn't care who was blocking his way.

He was startled away by Yang Guo that day and originally intended to return to save face, but unexpectedly, instead of finding "Yideng", he encountered an old man holding a jade flute.

After being defeated and forced to retreat, they arrived here and saw that the people of the martial arts world said there was a divine doctor inside.

He happened to be going there to seek medical treatment.

I never expected this doctor to be so strange.

Since we're not going to treat him, then he can just die.

Unexpectedly, he encountered one or two defeated subordinates who blocked his way, causing him to miss the opportunity to kill the divine doctor.

He was then chased and killed by this group of people seeking medical treatment.

I never expected that this teenager would dare to fight me.

They must have really eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard.

He unleashed his extremely cold internal energy, intending to kill the boy with a single blow and seize his horse.

However, the instant their palms met, an extremely hot internal energy surged forth like molten lava, rushing straight into his meridians. His cold energy, like a rat encountering its natural enemy, crumbled and retreated in disarray.

Xuan Mingzi was terrified and hastily used the momentum to retreat, his eyes filled with undisguised horror: "Who exactly are you?!"

This pure Yang internal energy was practically his nemesis. If it weren't for his profound skill, this attack would have been enough to defeat him.

Unexpectedly, the martial arts of the Central Plains were so exquisite that they could completely counter his Xuanming True Qi.

Xuanmingzi retreated rapidly.

But Yang Guo gave him no chance to catch his breath, gathering his strength in both fists and striking straight at Huanglong.

As the fist passed, the sound of a dragon and elephant roaring could be faintly heard. The illusory image formed by the condensed internal force was almost substantial, and it was even coated with a layer of golden masculine energy, pressing down on Xuanmingzi.

Xuanmingzi had just forced back the Nine Yang Power that had invaded his meridians, and in his haste, he was unable to dodge and had no choice but to grit his teeth and face it head-on again.

boom--

The deafening roar echoed through the mountains and forests.

The martial arts practitioners who had been chasing after them all stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with fear, and none of them dared to take another step forward.

The boy spun in mid-air and landed steadily back on his horse. Invisible internal energy, like fine threads, quietly enveloped the horse's body, dissipating all the force. The beast was completely unharmed, only snorting uneasily.

On the other hand, the old man was sent flying backward, about to crash headfirst into the pursuers.

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!"

The first man let out a sinister laugh, never having seen anyone dare to take his weapon with their head. He swung his blade backhand, fiercely slashing at Xuan Mingzi, who was flying through the air.

The pursuers assumed the old man was severely injured and were looking to take advantage of him.

As soon as the blade fell, Xuanmingzi twisted his body strangely and moved three feet horizontally in mid-air.

The knife grazed his ribs, missing its mark. Before the wielder could recover, a withered hand pressed against his forehead.

"court death?"

Xuanmingzi's voice was hoarse, and he exhaled a chilling aura from his palm. Before the man could even scream, he was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, plummeting straight to the ground and shattering into pieces.

The remaining crowd retreated in shock.

Xuanmingzi landed, staggered, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand to wipe it away, his gaze fixed on the boy on horseback, filled with shock and fear.

This young man's internal strength was extremely strange, as if it were his nemesis.

Could it be Shaolin's Nine Yang Divine Skill?

Yet the young man's robes were spotless, and he exuded an air of otherworldly grace.

This further fueled the old man's murderous intent.

Are there still such young men in the Central Plains?

"Are you... Yang Guo?"

Yang Guo gave a half-smile.

"Xuanmingzi, it seems you are destined for a calamity."

Now that he had encountered the old man, he naturally wouldn't let him go.

"Tsk tsk, robbery? Mine? Or yours!" Xuanmingzi's eyes flashed with cold light.

This is his luck.

Capture the boy and force him to unleash his divine power.

Then, when Yin and Yang unite, who in the world can rival us?

"die."

The old man suddenly became aggressive.

At this moment, he disregarded his injuries and the group of martial arts practitioners behind him.

Taking advantage of the momentum from killing one person with a single blow, he charged straight at Yang Guo.

He originally intended to expose the boy's identity, divert the trouble, and leave while everyone was distracted by his Nine Yang technique.

But now all he sees is the desire to advance further in martial arts and to possess it.

"After decades of seclusion, I have finally seen the path to the pinnacle of martial arts."

Xuanmingzi's eyes were sinister, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Yang Guo," he said in a low voice, like the cold wind squeezing out from a crack in the ice, "become my nourishment and help me cultivate."

The words had barely left his lips—

His aura changed abruptly.

Each breath he exhaled turned into a white, icy mist that condensed and did not dissipate. Layers of chill surged from his body, spreading and radiating in all directions like a bone-deep infection.

The chill was so intense that even Yang Guo frowned slightly, feeling the biting cold.

Let alone others?

The onlookers' expressions changed drastically, and they retreated again and again. Some of them were too slow to retreat, and their eyebrows and hair instantly turned to frost. They screamed and staggered away.

Yang Guo, however, did not move an inch.

It's not that I don't want to withdraw, it's that I can't.

Behind him was the carriage. Inside the carriage were three women.

If he retreats, the cold air will rush in, how will the three women withstand it?

Suddenly, a strange sound came from beneath his feet. Yang Guo looked down and saw that the horse, before it could even neigh, was slowly turning into an ice sculpture from bottom to top right before his eyes. The horse's eyes were wide open, frozen in its last moment of terror.

The chill continued to spread, reaching straight towards the carriage.

Yang Guo took a deep breath.

It cannot be returned.

Then—

Enter!

He acted decisively, advancing instead of retreating, leaving a trail of afterimages as he charged straight at Xuanmingzi!

Get started first!

Amidst the cold mist, Xuanmingzi saw Yang Guo daring to charge head-on, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"court death!"

He thrust out both palms simultaneously, a brilliant blue light emanating from them—a sign that his unique Xuanming Inner Energy had been pushed to its limit. A chilling aura surged forth like a tidal wave, condensing the air into fine ice crystals that fluttered to the ground wherever it passed.

Yang Guo neither avoided nor yielded.

The Nine Yang True Qi within his body circulated wildly, and the scorching heat burst forth, colliding violently with the overwhelming chill.

laugh--!

The collision of two extreme forces produced a sound like boiling oil being poured into ice water.

White mist rose up and instantly enveloped an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

A white figure flew backward from within the white mist.

Yang Guo spun around and landed on the carriage.