Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Seeing Huang Rong flailing her limbs like a flip-top turtle, Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Laugh! You're still laughing!" Huang Rong's face turned bright red with anger, whether from holding it in or from embarrassment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Hurry up and help me up!"

Chen Yanzhou walked over, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, lifted it slightly to help her unload most of the weight, and then grabbed her arm with his other hand, lifting her off the ground like pulling a radish.

As soon as Huang Rong regained her footing, she felt a weight on her back, that despairing weight pressing down on her again, causing her to lean back uncontrollably.

"Hey hey hey!"

Chen Yanzhou reacted quickly, grabbing her lower back and turning around to half-squat down: "Get on, don't dawdle."

Huang Rong couldn't care less about being proud at this moment. This Xuan Tie sword was practically a torture device; if she stood there any longer, her back would break.

She immediately lunged forward, clinging to Chen Yanzhou's back, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and her legs entwined around his waist like vines.

"Hold on tight?" Chen Yanzhou asked.

"Nonsense! Hurry up and go!" Huang Rong urged in his ear. This position was too embarrassing. All she wanted to do was get out of this awful place as soon as possible.

Chen Yanzhou suddenly felt his body drop low, and the bluestone slab under his feet made a crisp "crack" sound.

Good guy.

Carrying Huang Rong alone was fine, but now with the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword on my back, it feels like carrying a small mountain.

Chen Yanzhou let out a low shout, his internal energy surging wildly, his true qi flowing into his legs, and he forcefully stood up straight against the immense force.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

It was shrouded in mist and clouds, and its depths were unfathomable.

"Let's go!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yanzhou took a step forward and fell like a meteorite.

The whistling wind instantly filled her ears, and Huang Rong screamed in fright, burying her face in the crook of his neck, almost choking Chen Yanzhou.

"Loosen up... loosen your grip! You're going to strangle me!" Chen Yanzhou shouted with difficulty.

The speed of the fall is increasing.

Chen Yanzhou originally planned to use the Free and Easy Wandering technique to cushion the impact at the protrusion of the rock wall, but he clearly underestimated the inertia after being loaded.

The moment the toes touched the rock, the fragile rock, unable to withstand the impact, shattered instantly.

Holy crap!

Chen Yanzhou swayed, but instead of slowing down, he fell even more violently due to losing his balance.

At this rate of fall, forget about practicing swordsmanship; two people could be smashed into mincemeat pies by a single sword strike.

Huang Rong also sensed something was wrong and cried out in alarm, "Big brother! Are you sure you're okay?!"

"Shut up!"

Veins bulged on Chen Yanzhou's forehead as his eyes frantically searched through the rapidly receding scenery.

At the critical moment, he caught a glimpse of a large patch of ancient vines hanging down from the right side of the stone wall.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yanzhou forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, his inner force bursting out, and slammed his palm against the stone wall. Using the force of the recoil, he moved several feet to the side and grabbed the ancient vine as thick as his wrist.

"Sizzle—"

The rough vines rubbed violently against my palm, emitting a burnt smell.

The downward momentum abruptly stopped, followed by a snapping sound as the ancient vine broke under the strain.

"collapse!"

The vine broke.

But this obstruction ultimately reduced most of its force.

Chen Yanzhou dared not be careless. Taking advantage of this moment of buffer, he let go, fell, and grabbed another vine.

This process was repeated over and over.

Each time he grabbed a vine, his arms had to endure tremendous tearing force. Chen Yanzhou gritted his teeth, his arm muscles swollen and congested with blood, and he managed to deflect the force step by step with his own strength, carrying the "burden" on his back.

at last.

When he was about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) from the ground, Chen Yanzhou spotted a boulder, bent his knees slightly, and released the vines for the last time.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud kicked up a cloud of dust.

Chen Yanzhou's feet sank deep into the mud, his knees bent to the limit, before he could barely steady himself.

"Huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

This isn't just going downhill, it's practically playing with fire.

The dust settled.

They saw that the divine eagle had already reached the ground, tilting its head and making strange "coo-coo" sounds, as if mocking their slow movements.

"Get down." Chen Yanzhou patted Huang Rong's thigh.

Huang Rong, still shaken, let go of his back and jumped off.

As soon as she landed, the heavy iron sword on her back pulled her backward again.

Chen Yanzhou was prepared. The instant the sword touched the ground, he reached out with one hand and grabbed the hilt.

With his arm muscles bulging, Chen Yanzhou steadily held the heavy sword in his hand, then quickly untied the vines binding Huang Rong with his other hand.

Regaining her freedom, Huang Rong plopped down on the ground, breathing heavily without any regard for her image, her face deathly pale: "Eek...that scared me to death...I'll never let you carry me again!"

Chen Yanzhou ignored her complaints, stretched his sore and numb shoulders, and slammed the heavy black iron sword onto the ground.

thump.

The ground trembled.

Seeing that the two had finished, the Divine Eagle flapped its wings twice, turned around, and strode towards the waterfall deep in the valley. After taking a few steps, it turned back and called out to Chen Yanzhou twice.

"What do you mean?" Huang Rong asked curiously as she recovered.

"Brother Condor is itching to practice, he wants to find someone to hone his skills." Chen Yanzhou looked at the Condor's back, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "In other words, he's being 'fed' his moves."

"Feeding it?" Huang Rong was taken aback. "With a bird?"

"Don't underestimate it, this is Senior Dugu's sparring partner."

As Chen Yanzhou spoke, he casually untied the jade dog-beating stick from his waist and tossed it into Huang Rong's arms.

"Hold this for me, I'm going to meet Brother Eagle."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword with both hands, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and strode after him.

Huang Rong, clutching the dog-beating stick, bit her lip and got up to follow.

Below the waterfall.

The water roared, and the cascading water splashed up a mist that filled the air.

The Divine Eagle stood on a slippery boulder, its wings slightly spread, its sharp eyes fixed on Chen Yanzhou as he approached.

Chen Yanzhou walked to a spot three zhang away from it and stood still.

The heavy iron sword in his hand was incredibly heavy; even when held with both hands, he could still feel its crushing weight.

"Brother Eagle, please enlighten me!"

Chen Yanzhou let out a low shout, no longer holding back, and the true energy in his dantian surged into his arms like a river bursting its banks.

Since it's a greatsword, there's no need for fancy moves.

Chen Yanzhou pushed off with his feet, bursting forward like a cannonball. He swung his heavy sword in a wide arc, whistling through the air, and slashed down at the Divine Eagle.

This sword strike was so powerful and heavy that it could split even a boulder in two.

However, the Divine Eagle neither dodged nor avoided.

Just as the sword was about to strike, its seemingly clumsy left wing suddenly lashed out.

"call!"

A powerful gust of air suddenly appeared and struck the sword as if it were a physical object.

clang!

Although it was wings clashing with an iron sword, it produced a deafening clang of metal striking metal.