Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and piercing!

Three silver beams shot out like meteors, accurately striking the throats of the three lamas who were at the forefront!

Ice Soul Silver Needle!

"Ah!" The three lamas didn't even have time to scream before they clutched their throats and collapsed to the ground, their faces instantly turning purplish-black—the needles were poisoned!

"Who goes there?!" Iron-Armed Lama exclaimed in surprise, taking three steps back.

In the forest, two figures, one in green and one in yellow, drifted in.

Yang Guo landed and glanced around the field. He saw Yelü Yan's arrow wound on the shoulder and his body covered in blood, and his eyes turned cold.

Li Mochou stood beside him, her whisk fluttering lightly, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent: "The bald monk from the Vajra Sect, what a show of power."

"Li Mochou, the Red-Lian Fairy!" The Iron-Armed Lama recognized her, his expression changing drastically. "You...why are you interfering in this matter?"

"I couldn't stand it, so I intervened," Li Mochou sneered. "What, you have a problem with that?"

The copper-headed lama angrily retorted, "Li Mochou, don't be so arrogant! The three of us working together are not afraid of you!"

"Then let's give it a try." Before Li Mochou finished speaking, she had already moved!

She appeared like a ghost, and with a wave of her whisk, thousands of silver threads transformed into a rain of needles that enveloped the three guardian Vajras!

"Watch out for the poison needles!" Iron-Armed Lama shouted urgently. The three of them simultaneously activated their Vajra Indestructible Skill, and their bodies radiated a faint golden light.

"Clang clang clang!"

When the silver needle struck the golden light, it produced a metallic clang!

Li Mochou raised an eyebrow slightly: "Indestructible? Interesting."

Just as she was about to attack again, Yang Guo had already moved.

"let me."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already arrived.

Yang Guo took a step, seemingly slow, but actually as fast as lightning, instantly traversing ten zhang and arriving in front of the Iron-Armed Lama.

The Iron-Armed Lama was shocked and threw a punch! The wind from the punch was strong enough to shatter stone tablets!

Yang Guo neither dodged nor avoided, but stretched out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks.

The Nine Yin Manual – Nine Yin Divine Claw!

"Snap!"

Iron-Armed Lama's fist was crushed like tofu. Before he could even let out a scream, Yang Guo's jade flute had already struck his chest acupoint.

Internal force penetrated, shattering his heart meridians!

The Iron-Armed Lama's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Sold out instantly!

The two lamas, one with a copper head and the other with a stone body, retreated in shock, their eyes fixed on Yang Guo as if they had seen a ghost or a god!

"Who...who are you?!"

Yang Guo did not answer, and the jade flute played again.

This time, he attacked both of them at the same time!

The jade flute drew two mysterious trajectories in the air, one yin and one yang, one soft and one hard!

The copper-headed lama roared and slammed his head in!

He practices Iron Head Kung Fu, making his skull as hard as iron!

He once smashed a massive boulder weighing thousands of pounds with his head!

The stone lama then unleashed both fists simultaneously, the force of which was fierce, aiming straight for Yang Guo's chest!

The two worked together seamlessly, one above the other.

Yang Guo lightly tapped his jade flute on the Baihui acupoint on the top of the copper-headed lama's head.

"puff!"

The copper-headed lama shuddered, his eyes lost their light instantly, and he collapsed to the ground—his Baihui acupoint had been broken, and even his Iron Head Technique couldn't save his life.

At the same time, Yang Guo turned to the side, dodging the stone lama's fists, and with a swirling jade flute, struck the lama's Mingmen acupoint on the back of his head.

"Well……"

The stone lama groaned, his inner strength dissipated, his Vajra Indestructible Skill collapsed instantly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Three moves, three people killed.

The remaining nine lamas were terrified and turned to flee.

Li Mochou sneered: "Trying to run?"

With another flick of his whisk, nine icy silver needles shot out!

"Ah!" "Ah!"

Screams rose and fell as the nine people collapsed one after another, dying from the poison.

From the moment Yang Guo and his companion appeared until the twelve members of the Vajra Sect were all wiped out, only twenty breaths had passed.

Yelü Yan was dumbfounded.

She had fought against three guardian deities and knew their strength well; each of them was no less than her.

But in front of this young man in blue, they were as vulnerable as clay chickens and earthen dogs!

What kind of martial art is this? What level is it?

Yang Guo put away his jade flute and walked up to Yelü Yan: "Are you Yelü Yan, young lady?"

Yelü Yan regained her senses and forced herself to stand up straight: "Indeed... Thank you for saving me, young hero. May I ask your name?"

"Yang Guo." Yang Guo glanced at the arrow wound on her shoulder. "You are seriously injured and need to be treated as soon as possible."

Yelü Yan wanted to say something, but then everything went black and she collapsed.

She had lost too much blood and had been holding on for a long time. Now that the crisis was over, she relaxed and could no longer hold on.

Yang Guo reached out to help her up and said to Li Mochou, "Let's go back to the city first."

……

At the gate of Shangzhou City.

The garrison commanders had just changed, and another group had just begun checking pedestrians.

Suddenly, a young man in a green robe was seen carrying a woman in red who had fainted, and a beautiful Taoist nun in an apricot-yellow robe was following beside him.

The woman in red had blood on her shoulder, clearly indicating she was seriously injured.

"Halt!" the leader shouted. "Who are you? What's wrong with this woman?"

Yang Guo said calmly, "I am Yang Guo. This is my younger sister. She was injured by a wild animal while hunting in the mountains and needs to be treated as soon as possible."

The leader frowned: "Hunting? That's an arrow wound she sustained..."

Li Mochou stepped forward, took out a gold ingot from her sleeve, and discreetly slipped it into the leader's hand:

"Sir, please do me a favor. My sister is seriously injured and cannot be delayed."

The leader weighed the gold in his hand, then glanced at Yelü Yan's pale face, and finally waved his hand: "Go inside! Quickly, to the clinic!"

Thank you.

The two entered the city smoothly and went straight back to Yuebinlou.

In the lobby of the restaurant, Lu Wushuang and the other two were already waiting anxiously. When they saw Yang Guo carrying a woman who had fainted back, they quickly went to greet him.

"Brother Yang, who is this...?" Lu Wushuang asked.

"Yelü Yan," Yang Guo said briefly, "Manager, prepare two superior rooms."

The innkeeper was startled to see Yelü Yan covered in blood: "Sir, this..."

Yang Guo took out another silver ingot: "A clean room, hot water, medicine for injuries, quick."

The shopkeeper took the silver and gritted his teeth, saying, "I'll bring hot water to the two rooms on the east side of the second floor right away!"

……

Inside the room, Yelü Yan was laid flat on the bed, her face as pale as paper.

Yang Guo cut open the clothes on her shoulder, revealing the wound.

The wound was purplish-black, and although the arrowhead was broken, it was deeply embedded in the flesh.

"Wushuang, scissors." Yang Guo held out his hand.

Lu Wushuang handed over scissors that had been sterilized with hot water.

Yang Guo placed his left hand on Yelü Yan's shoulder, grasped the remaining arrow shaft with his right hand, and gently released his inner force.

"laugh!"

The arrow, along with flesh and blood, was pulled out!

Yelü Yan, still unconscious, groaned softly, her brows furrowed.

Yang Guo quickly used acupressure to stop the bleeding, cleaned the wound, applied Jade Dew Powder, and bandaged it properly with gauze.

The whole process was swift and efficient.

"Alright." Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief. "The arrow poison has been neutralized. After a few days of rest, I'll be fine."

Lu Wushuang brought warm water and wiped the cold sweat from Yelü Yan's forehead.

Yang Guo was about to get up when he suddenly frowned.

While healing Yelü Yan, he probed her body with his inner energy and vaguely sensed something unusual.

"What's wrong?" Li Mochou noticed his unusual behavior.

"It seems she has a hidden ailment in her body." Yang Guo sat down again, placed his hand on Yelü Yan's wrist, and carefully examined her pulse.

Upon this inquiry, his expression turned serious.

Several chilling palm strikes remained within Yelü Yan's meridians!

These palm strikes lingered deep within her vital acupoints, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone. Although they were not immediately fatal, they constantly eroded her vitality.

Judging from the nature of this palm strike, it was left at least ten years ago!

"Ten years ago...she must have been just a child," Yang Guo murmured. "Who would be so cruel to a child?"

He activated the healing technique of the Nine Yin Manual, channeling his inner energy like a gentle stream into Yelü Yan's body, attempting to channel away the cold, yin energy from her palm strikes.

However, the palm strike was deeply ingrained and difficult to neutralize in a short time.

Yelü Yan, who was unconscious, seemed to sense something. Her brows relaxed a little, and she unconsciously moved her hands.

Then, she gently grasped Yang Guo's wrist.

They held on tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline.

Yang Guo was taken aback.

Lu Wushuang, Hong Lingbo, and Wanyan Ping all witnessed this scene, and their expressions varied.

Li Mochou snorted coldly and turned to walk to the window.

Yang Guo did not pull his hand away, letting Yelü Yan hold it.

He continued to circulate his internal energy, continuously channeling it into her body to nourish her meridians.

The room was completely silent.

While unconscious, Yelü Yan's lips were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

In her dream, there was a warm embrace and a pair of strong hands that pulled her out of despair.

She gripped those hands tightly, unwilling to let go.