Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Yang Guo's speech was incoherent and rambling.

It was simply because the area Xiaolongnu was massaging was too sensitive.

It hurt and itched, and there was a current running up my tailbone straight to the top of my head.

"Will you roll away again next time?" Little Dragon Girl asked.

"I'm not leaving... I'd rather die than leave..." Yang Guo begged for mercy.

"This fist technique is all about momentum," Little Dragon Girl said slowly and deliberately as she massaged the fist. "If you're thinking about running away or cheating, your fist will become weak. A weak fist can't even beat me, how can it beat that fat Taoist priest?"

Yang Guo lay there, wincing in pain, but he took these words to heart.

indeed.

The Great Demon-Subduing Fist, as the name suggests, is meant to subdue demons and monsters.

You need to have that domineering aura of "I'll kill you with one punch."

Although he had used his cleverness to dodge a few attacks, his momentum had dissipated and his power had greatly diminished.

"Sister is right," Yang Guo said, panting. "Tomorrow...tomorrow I'll fight you to the death!"

Xiaolongnu's movements became slightly gentler.

She looked at the youthful body beneath her.

Although he's glib-tongued, he's actually quite robust. With ten years of internal energy protecting him, plus such a resilient physique, if he truly masters the art, he could be a diamond in the rough.

"alright."

Little Dragon Girl patted his bottom and said, "Put on your clothes and go practice your kung fu."

The slap was crisp and clear.

Yang Guo froze, his face turning bright red.

Is this... is this considered flirting?

This is definitely flirting!

He sat up abruptly, grabbed his clothes and threw them on haphazardly, looking at Xiaolongnu with a somewhat evasive gaze.

Little Dragon Girl, however, acted as if nothing had happened, carefully wiping the medicine stains off her hands with a white silk handkerchief.

Her expression was so focused, as if she hadn't been the one who had just patted Yang Guo's butt at all.

"elder sister……"

"Um?"

"Um... Master..." Yang Guo felt it necessary to point out the complicated relationship, "He is deeply devoted to you."

Xiaolongnu paused in wiping her hands.

"So what?"

"If you're this... this good to me, I'm afraid my master will get jealous," Yang Guo said, forcing himself to speak.

Although it was fun to be teased by the beautiful older sister, the thought of Yin Zhiping's bitter and resentful face, and Rong'er, who was far away in Xiangyang, made Yang Guo's moral bottom line start to be pulled wildly.

Xiaolongnu raised her eyes and looked at Yang Guo.

"Am I being nice to you?"

She asked a question in return.

Yang Guo pointed to his injuries: "Although it was a fight, it was also to teach me martial arts. This... isn't this good?"

Little Dragon Girl threw the white silk aside.

She walked up to Yang Guo and suddenly leaned closer.

The cool fragrance instantly enveloped Yang Guo.

Yang Guo instinctively leaned back, his heart pounding like thunder.

"Haven't I been good to your master?"

Little Dragon Girl said calmly, "Last time, in order to teach him the Golden Goose Skill, I broke three of his ribs."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the inner room.

"Don't sleep tonight. Practice your 'turtle-like' punches another five hundred times. If you can't even touch the hem of my clothes tomorrow, you can skip dinner."

The stone door slowly closed.

Yang Guo was left alone, sitting on the cold jade bed in a daze.

"Bastard Fist..."

Yang Guo's lips twitched.

That's the Great Demon-Subduing Fist!

but……

He touched the spot where he had just been patted, a strange smile on his face.

"This Sister Long has a pretty stubborn mouth."

Yang Guo sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Every scene from today's match replayed in my mind.

Every move she made, every dodge, and every point of impact she took when she was hit.

Gradually, those images strung together in his mind.

"I see."

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing.

The beating wasn't for nothing.

He discovered that although Xiaolongnu was fast, there was an extremely subtle pause in her breathing before each change of moves.

That was the moment when the old forces had been exhausted and the new forces had not yet been generated.

Although it only took the blink of an eye, it was enough for someone with ten years of internal energy.

If you can seize that moment and smash in with the powerful and fierce Great Demon-Subduing Fist, you can break her agility!

"Fatty Lu, you just wait and see."

Yang Guo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Three days later, Grandpa will show you what 'education of love' really means."

For the next two days, the ancient tomb became a veritable battlefield.

Yang Guo seemed to have gone mad.

I don't care if the moves look good or not, as long as they hit the target.

He completely altered the Great Demon-Subduing Fist.

He added a spiraling force to what was originally a straight punch; he changed the original stable horse stance into a frog squat that could be jumped at any time.

He even incorporated the Quanzhen Sect's basic sword techniques into his fists.

To attack in the west when pointing east, to attack in the north when pointing south.

At first, Xiaolongnu could easily tease him, but by the afternoon of the second day, she was forced to take it seriously.

On one occasion, Yang Guo endured a kick to the chest, clung tightly to Xiaolongnu's waist, and then nearly hit her chin with a headbutt.

Although she was eventually thrown away, two dusty claw marks were finally left on Xiaolongnu's originally spotless white clothes.

On the morning of the third day.

Yang Guo stood at the exit of the ancient tomb and took a deep breath of the outside air.

Although it was only for three days, he felt like he had been completely transformed.

His injuries were still throbbing, but the feeling of power he was experiencing made him want to find a rock and smash it to the ground to add to the excitement.

"Gone?"

A voice came from behind me.

Yang Guo turned around and saw Xiaolongnu standing in the shadows.

"Let's go." Yang Guo straightened his tattered Taoist robe. "To collect the debts."

Little Dragon Girl tossed over a small porcelain bottle.

"Eat after you win, or die there and don't come back to embarrass yourself."

Yang Guo caught the porcelain bottle and chuckled.

"Alright! Just you wait and see!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode towards the boundary marker on the back mountain.

His back view was arrogant, and his gait was as if he didn't recognize anyone.

As Xiaolongnu watched his retreating figure, a barely perceptible smile curved her lips.

……

The boundary marker on the back mountain.

Lu Qingdu and his men were already waiting there.

Not only him, but he also summoned two of Zhao Zhijing's capable henchmen, both of whom were top-notch disciples of the third generation.

Including the group of followers from that day, there were at least a dozen people.

Everyone was carrying a weapon—clubs, swords, halberds, and all sorts of things.

"Senior Brother Lu, does that kid dare to come?" a weasel-faced Taoist priest asked. "He probably wet his pants and ran away already, right?"

Lu Qingdu sneered and touched his face, which was still not completely swollen.

"Run? If he dares to run, we'll stop him here! I don't believe he won't go back to Chongyang Palace!"

Just then, a whistle was heard coming from the woods.

Everyone looked up.

Yang Guo, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and his hands tucked into his sleeves, slowly strolled out of the woods.

He didn't look like someone who had come to a fight; he looked more like an old man who had just returned from visiting a brothel.

"Wow, such a big fuss?"

Yang Guo stopped in front of the boundary marker, his gaze sweeping over the group of people before finally settling on Lu Qingdu's face.

"Fatty Lu, have you brought all the idiots from the Quanzhen Sect with you?"

Lu Qingdu roared in fury: "You little bastard, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn! If I don't beat you to your knees and call me 'ancestor' today, I'll..."

"I know you'll change your surname to Pig," Yang Guo interrupted him. "Didn't I tell you last time? Stop talking nonsense."

He stretched out one hand, palm up, four fingers hooked together.

His eyes were full of provocation.

"Come here, let Grandpa see if you've made any progress in these three days."

"I'll say it again."

"I'm going to take on ten!"