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

Darba didn't know why he should listen to the boy, but seeing that his master didn't object, he went over.

Yang Guo, who is 1.8 meters tall, looks like a child in front of Darba, but at this moment Darba is nodding in agreement.

After a short while, Darba sat down to meditate.

Jinlun didn't know what the boy was doing, but after a while he saw that Darba's breathing was long and deep, and the white breath he exhaled was like arrows, condensing and not dissipating.

Yang Guo looked at Darba with a blank expression: What's wrong with him? Is he that outstanding?

Yang Guo only knew half of the Nine Yin Manual, and even that was a reversed version. Fortunately, the beginning was true, only it was reversed at a crucial point, otherwise how could he have fooled Ouyang Feng?

At this moment, Yang Guo realized that he had forgotten to have Huang Rong tell him the true Nine Yin Manual, but he couldn't always rely on women.

Next time, just let her beg for help herself, that way it won't count as relying on a woman.

Yang Guo only taught the beginning of the breathing section. Perhaps Darba himself already had pure internal energy, and now his blood and qi were steaming, which is why he felt like he was in a steamer.

It took no more than ten breaths in total.

Darba got up and felt warm all over. He had been injured from external training, but now he felt that half of the injury had disappeared.

Jinlun hurriedly stepped forward to ask his disciple, but no matter how he asked, Darba refused to speak.

"Master, that young man said that a person cannot stand without integrity. Before he taught me, he made me swear not to tell anyone. I... Master, your disciple..."

Jinlun really wanted to slap this disciple, but he also knew his disciple's nature; it was just his nature.

Jinlun then looked intently at Yang Guo.

Meanwhile, Yang Guo was in the courtyard of Shaolin Temple, whispering sweet nothings to a beautiful woman.

"Husband, have you taken a fancy to that white-haired woman?"

Yang Guo was astonished. What was she thinking with that little brain of hers? She had seen just as much as he had.

"Jial, what do you think of this white-haired woman?"

Cheng Yaojia said quietly, "I feel like she's a vixen."

"ha?"

"Did I ask the wrong question? Their clothing clearly doesn't look like that of people from the Central Plains."

Cheng Yaojia wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed softly into his ear, "Aren't you very excited?"

If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, Yang Guo would have already asserted his marital authority over her.

The two of them chatted as if no one else was around.

The white-haired woman couldn't sit still any longer. Were these people from the Central Plains so rude? Why were they staring at her like that? Weren't people from the Central Plains supposed to be very polite?

This young man looks like a scoundrel; I'll definitely teach him a lesson when I get the chance.

Meanwhile, Shaolin Temple had also reached an agreement.

Since it is an exchange of Buddhist martial arts, then it will be best of five rounds, with both sides taking turns to pose questions.

The next step was to finalize the prize.

Shaolin was unwilling to participate in the first place. If they were to lose this time, they would lose face and even lose their sect. This was something that no amount of prize money could compare to.

Avoiding war altogether would be even worse.

When the traitors came here, Shaolin didn't even have the courage to fight them. I'm afraid Shaolin will have to remain closed for another hundred years to silence the gossip of the world.

Jifa then spoke up, saying, "I wish to establish a new sect. If we prevail, Shaolin must offer sacrifices to the Holy Flame of the Bright Venerable and proclaim the teachings of our sect. At the same time, the original copies of the Yi Jin Jing and the Nine Yang Manual should be handed over to us."

The monks immediately flew into a rage, with the hot-tempered head of the disciplinary hall, the colorless young monk from the Arhat Hall, being the first to shout angrily.

Finally, Ku Cheng, his face grim, looked at Ji Fa and said, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Ji Fa said leisurely, "Of course, rest assured, we will naturally show reciprocal sincerity."

Ku Cheng said, "Impossible. You can forget about the Nine Yang Manual and the Yi Jin Jing. As for your so-called teachings, you can pass them on yourself."

This is outrageous! This is establishing a new religious order on the very gates of Shaolin Temple!

Upon hearing these remarks, Yang Guo could only exclaim in amazement, "Wow, that's impressive!"

and many more!

The Holy Flame of the Mingzun?

Yang Guo's chin dropped in surprise. Was this the Ming Cult?

Were they Persians?

Are these people from the Ming Cult headquarters?

So was this the first time he encountered the Ming Cult taking control of the Central Plains?

He then realized that the Ji Fa wasn't just boasting; it truly possessed something comparable to the Nine Yang Manual and the Yi Jin Jing.

Yang Guo kept winking at Wu Xiang.

It seems that even those who are not similar are searching for him.

"Master, is Zhongji Fa your senior uncle in this matter?"

Wu Xiang Ku Gua Xiang: "According to seniority."

Yang Guo asked, puzzled, "Did he switch allegiance to the Ming Cult?"

Wu Xiang looked at the young man, his words filled with doubt: "Ming Cult? What Ming Cult?"

"It's alright, but he has such a deep-seated hatred for Shaolin, it seems they have victory in their grasp. You'd better be careful."

This monk was no fool; after all, they had known each other for a while, and he offered a word of advice.

"Esteemed benefactor, is this precisely the matter I've come to discuss?"

Yang Guo was about to continue teasing Jinlun after he finished speaking, but then he turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Young hero, this matter is likely no longer limited to Shaolin Temple. You are exceptionally intelligent and should know that these people are from a foreign land. That bet just now was probably intended to allow them to conquer the Central Plains. Young hero, you..."

"Stop, stop."

Yang Guo wouldn't fall for his kidnapping scheme; he just wanted to go see some Buddhist scriptures and leave.

Although he was also interested in the Ming Cult, there was no need to confront them at this time.

"Benefactor, please lend me a hand."

"Monk, don't say I'm heartless. If you want me to agree, I will go into the library to take a look, regardless of victory or defeat."

"Are you in control of your own destiny?"

Wu Xiang remained silent.

Yang Guo stopped looking at him and turned to go to Jinlun, who was waiting anxiously.

"Young man, hand over the Nine Yin Manual!"

Yang Guo's face showed disdain: "Master, shall we change?"

The golden wheel's hand, which was touching the wheel, rose and fell repeatedly.

Yang Guo pretended not to see it: "Master, you have five wheels, don't you?"

Jinlun almost couldn't resist making a move.

"Master, where do you think my palm techniques and the Nine Yin Manual came from? Do you think there is such a person who has been practicing these for who knows how long?"

Yang Guo sensed that this old guy was just being inconsistent, so he had no choice but to resort to underhanded tactics. "If you're so capable, go find Ouyang Feng and fight him. He'll definitely beat you to a pulp."

He knew that although Jinlun was a first-rate master at this time, he was still some distance away from the Five Greats.

Jinlun was genuinely startled. At first glance, his Dharma wheel appeared to be only one, but it was actually five stacked together. Of course, he didn't usually need to display all five wheels at once, so he always kept it hidden as a trump card.

The fact that the young man knew so much about the subject made him hesitant to act rashly.

Jinlun finally gritted his teeth and said, "Exchange, but only the first five levels."

Yang Guo was overjoyed, secretly praising himself, "It's done."

However, Yang Guo still gave a heads-up: "Master, let me make it clear beforehand that the Nine Yin Manual is not easy to practice. Even with my internal strength, I dare not attempt it because I sometimes experience the pain of my meridians tearing, and even that person feels the same way."

"Don't blame me if you can't learn it."

Jinlun looked disdainful. Now that he had reached the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, he was a peerless figure in the world. He considered himself no less than the Five Greats. How could the mere Nine Yin Manual possibly harm him?

The two hit it off immediately.