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

But the woman didn't give her a chance to speak. She immediately demanded that they be allowed to participate in the battle as part of Shaolin, and then glared fiercely at Yang Guo.

The prize she offered was the supreme sacred object—the Sacred Flame Token.

Meanwhile, Shaolin's version is the Nine Yang Manual.

As for the fact that one was a missionary and the other was a punisher of evildoers, not a word was mentioned.

Yang Guo stared in disbelief.

Damn, both sides are trying to get something for nothing.

You tell me that without the Ming Cult's internal energy cultivation methods and religious secrets, and without being proficient in Persian, who can learn the Sacred Flame Token's techniques, and who can control the Sacred Flame Token?

Come here, Shaolin Temple, show me the Nine Yang Manual and tell me loudly where it is!

Did Yang Guo know that Shaolin Temple still didn't know where the Nine Yang Manual was? Shaolin once thought it was lost, until two idiots revealed it to them and they realized that the divine skill had been mistakenly hidden in the Sutra Pavilion.

This incident was probably caused by Huo Toutuo. Due to mismanagement at the time, scriptures and martial arts manuals were mixed together, allowing Huo Toutuo to learn the highest level of martial arts, which led to this disaster.

Later, Shaolin separated martial arts from scriptures, but left the Nine Yang Manual hidden in the scriptures. Shaolin thought it had been taken away by Ku Hui or Huo Toutuo.

Although Yang Guo was unaware of these secrets, knowing about the Nine Yang Manual was enough for him.

Unexpectedly, Shaolin Temple also got something for nothing.

Neither side intended to teach anything substantial.

Wait, isn't that just like Jinlun, he's hiding something?

Based on his principle of not wanting to suffer a loss, Yang Guo went directly to find the monk Ku Cheng. When Jin Lun saw Yang Guo running to find the monk, he followed him.

"Master, I am willing to help Shaolin, but my mother wanted me to come to Shaolin to repent for my deceased father before she passed away. Of course, even without these things, I am willing to donate a thousand taels of silver to repair the temple. I hope the abbot will grant me the opportunity to study Buddhism in the Sutra Pavilion."

Yang Guo decided to change his strategy. These guys are all shrewd. He'd try to flatter you, and he didn't believe that the poor Shaolin monks wouldn't fall for it.

Ku Cheng's cloudy eyes lit up when he heard this. This was a good believer! The library was full of commentaries on the scriptures, which even he, an enlightened monk, found confusing. How much more so for this wealthy new believer? Wouldn't it be better if he learned them?

Over the decades, the library has been cleaned and renovated again and again, but nothing has been found.

At this moment, Jinlun interjected, "Since that's the case, I'm also willing to help Shaolin, but I must also visit the Sutra Repository."

Ku Cheng could tell at a glance that this person was not from the Central Plains. Who did he think he was, to say he could just enter the library? Ku Cheng refused him outright.

Jinlun looked disdainful: "Is that so? I think the heretics have a good chance of winning. I'll go take a look over there."

Yang Guo looked at the old man with admiration and sighed, "I'm sorry to my wife. All my efforts, flattery, and generosity are not as effective as Jinlun's threat."

Yang Guo could only decide to make it up to his wife that night.

However, Ku Cheng did not give this monk a friendly look, who not only refused to pay but also threatened him. Shaolin Temple, of course, could not afford to make any more enemies at this time: "Master, you need to exchange Buddhist teachings and you can only enter the scripture pavilion for half a day."

Jinlun was overjoyed: "It's a deal."

Half a day would be enough for someone like him.

Unfortunately, Yang Guo looked at Jinlun as if he were a fool. It was obvious that Jinlun had been misled by him, and there was nothing in the Sutra Pavilion.

As for the silver-haired woman, her purpose in coming here today was merely to use the pretext of the Silent Dharma to pressure Shaolin and facilitate the actions of the Ming Cult.

She was naturally confident of winning the competition.

The two sides agreed on a best-of-three series.

Shaolin is too eccentric; they're worried about revealing too much.

Moreover, there are two outside reinforcements to draw attention away from Shaolin, which also helps with Shaolin's public statements.

When heretics invade, the Central Plains should naturally unite in hatred against them, but the blame does not lie with us.

The first battle begins.

Shaolin Temple will make its first appearance, with Jilu of the Disciplinary Hall facing off against Jifa of the Ming Cult.

Ironically, neither of them chose to discuss scriptures; instead, they opted for a martial arts duel.

One is the current head of the Vinaya Academy, and the other is Jifa, who has betrayed the faith again and again.

At this moment, the Shaolin monks also realized that Jifa was probably no longer a member of the Shaolin Zen Temple, and had probably left the temple to join a new religion.

Although the Shaolin conservatives hated Ku Hui, they clearly hated this true traitor even more.

Ku Hui was simply pursuing something different from them, but they all considered themselves to be from the righteous Shaolin sect, while Ji Fa had actually joined a heretical sect.

He was ruthless in his attacks, determined to kill Jifa.

No grappling technique in the world surpasses that of Shaolin.

Ji Fa knew that his junior brother, Ji Lü, would definitely master all thirty-six forms of the Dragon Claw Hand.

Ji Lu stepped forward, cracks appearing on the stone bricks beneath his feet. He unleashed both claws, producing a hissing sound. It was the Dragon Claw Hand's Pearl-Snatching Style, his claws devoid of any sentimentality, only filled with a murderous aura capable of destroying everything.

Ji Fa neither dodged nor evaded. Only when the two claws were almost to his face did he lean back slightly like a willow swaying in the wind, and extend his five fingers into a claw from his sleeve. He struck first, and went straight for Ji Lu's wrist. It was the most basic move of the Dragon Claw technique, the Playing the Qin style.

Dragon Claw Hand against Dragon Claw Hand.

Ji Lu immediately changed his move, his right hand flipping into the "Snake Emerging from its Cave" technique to try and seize Ji Fa's pulse point, while his left claw silently emerged from under Ji Fa's ribs, using the "Heart-Piercing" technique to strike Ji Fa's lower abdomen.

Ji Fa lowered his claws to block the heart-penetrating attack. The attack broke instantly, and Ji Fa was forced back by the impact.

Ji Lu was not about to let this opportunity slip by. He really thought he was still that boy, only knowing how to learn his Dragon Claw Hand.

With a stomp of his feet, Ji Lu shot out like an arrow, his claws dancing and conjuring countless pale golden claw shadows that struck at Ji Fa's vital points.

At this moment, a scorching and volatile internal force was mixed into Ji Fa's originally pure Shaolin internal force, and a dozen or so phantom arms behind him, carrying a scorching aura, met the Dragon Claw Hand.

The heretical elder watched the battle and nodded secretly. This Ji Fa was indeed quite skilled; he had actually learned the holy art. This method of disrupting the enemy's senses and dividing their strength was very well used.

The silence was heavy as a mountain, and with each collision of the claw shadows, the shifting force caused his blood to surge.

"Junior brother, it seems your skills are lacking. Don't you know the Dragon Claw Hand's precept of capturing dragons and controlling cranes without harming ants?"

Ji Lu wouldn't allow him to mock him. He suppressed his qi and blood, and gently probed a certain place in the void with his left claw.

"Sizzle!"

As if a scroll had been torn open, the dozen or so illusory figures of Ji Fa were sliced ​​open and shattered instantly.

Ji Fa was shocked. This junior brother had actually transformed his defensive "flower-picking" stance into a claw of judgment that could pierce through everything.

Ji Lu extended his right hand and slashed again, bypassing Ji Fa's claws and grabbing Ji Fa's collarbone.

Ji Lu held nothing back; with a forceful slam of his right hand, Ji Fa's flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

At this moment, Ji Fa laughed wildly: "Junior brother, you are quite good. Your Dragon Claw Hand technique is masterful and constantly evolving. But unfortunately, I, your senior brother, have also made progress."

The splattered flesh and blood, fueled by internal force, emitted white steam and hurtled straight towards Ji Lu's face, while he himself strangely spun around and escaped Ji Lu's dragon claws.

What a bizarre technique! What a bizarre fire technique!

It had a strangely sacred feeling to it.

Ji Lu didn't have time to dodge, and of course he didn't intend to retreat.

He channeled his inner energy, which flowed entirely to his right hand. The energy emanated from his fingertips, and he immediately absorbed it.

Surprisingly, the body that Ji Fa had already twisted away from actually moved half an inch towards him. Ji Fa was horrified, but then he saw that Ji Lu had already vomited blood first.

It seems that his internal strength and control are insufficient to unleash the power to capture the dragon.

Even so, Jifa had already entered his attack range, and his right claw was still gripping Jifa's throat.

By this time, the part of his face that he had shown was burned by the blood and flesh, and his face was no longer recognizable.

Jifa immediately extended his claws and lunged straight at Jilu's chest, attacking the enemy's inevitable defense.

However, the outstretched claws were a fraction too slow. Just as the claws entered his body, his neck drooped to the left.

Jilu's face was covered in blood, and blood was seeping from his chest. He was likely nearing his end as well.

The internal energy carried by that flesh and blood was incredibly hot, and he couldn't dispel it. His eyes were unable to open, and blood kept flowing, making him look like a demon from hell.

Within moments, Ji Lu fell silent.

The Shaolin monks were shocked and rushed forward, but no one was there to collect Jifa's body.

The battle was decided in just over ten breaths, resulting in a draw.