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

Just then, a figure soared through the air, leaving no trace on the snow.

Ouyang Ke's pupils contracted slightly, and he gripped the folding fan tightly in his hand. Such skill in lightness of movement was no ordinary person.

However, when the figure landed low and Ouyang Ke realized that the person was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, his tense nerves instantly relaxed, and a playful smile even reappeared on his lips.

It turned out to be just a young kid. He was probably just lucky with that pebble, but he didn't let his guard down.

When Huang Rong saw Chen Yanzhou, her eyes darted around, and the cold, aloof look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by the pitiful, wronged demeanor of a young girl.

She quickly hid the Qingguang Sword behind her back, her eyes instantly reddening, and waved to Chen Yanzhou, calling out, "Brother! Why did you take so long to come!"

That cry of "Brother" was so poignant and evocative that it made Chen Yanzhou stumble.

Huang Rong pointed at Ouyang Ke, her voice trembling with tears, "This bad man bullied me! He even released snakes to bite me, and he wanted to take me back... Brother, kill them quickly!"

Chen Yanzhou ignored Ouyang Ke and looked at Huang Rong instead.

When Huang Rong met his gaze, she subconsciously shrank her neck and pretended to be a turtle.

Seeing that the young man ignored him, Ouyang Ke was displeased. He snapped his folding fan shut and sneered, "Where did this wild brat come from? Trying to be a hero and save a damsel in distress? Doesn't he know his own limitations?"

Chen Yanzhou was furious. Upon hearing this, he turned his head sharply and glanced at Ouyang Ke: "Get lost."

One word, concise and to the point.

Ouyang Ke's face darkened. As the young master of White Camel Mountain, when had he ever been treated with such contempt?

He turned his head and winked at the two snake slaves beside him.

The two snake slaves understood immediately. Taking advantage of their large size and wielding iron staffs, they attacked from both sides, whistling as they smashed their weapons at Chen Yanzhou.

The iron staff carried a foul stench and was struck with tremendous force, clearly intended to kill.

"court death."

Chen Yanzhou snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating.

He stomped his foot hard, causing the withered leaves on the ground to tremble and rise up.

With a single step, his figure moved like lightning, instantly closing in on the two snake slaves.

There were no fancy moves; he simply pushed out with both palms.

hold head high--!

Faintly, the sound of a dragon's roar seemed to echo through the pine forest.

His palms landed firmly on the chests of the two snake slaves.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

Two burly men, each weighing nearly 100 pounds, were sent flying backwards like kites with broken strings before they could even scream.

Click!Click!

The two men crashed into two pine trees, each as thick as a bowl, breaking them in two before falling heavily to the ground, their chests caved in, clearly indicating they were going to die.

Silence, a deathly silence.

Ouyang Ke's cold smile froze on his lips, and his hand holding the folding fan trembled uncontrollably.

He sent two people flying with a single palm strike and even crashed into a tree, breaking it in half.

He hadn't expected the young man in front of him to have such formidable internal strength.

"Attack together!"

Ouyang Ke shouted, but his voice betrayed a barely perceptible hint of panic.

Upon hearing the young master's order, the remaining dozen or so snake slaves and four white-clad maids, though fearful, dared not disobey and could only steel themselves, brandishing their weapons and charging forward.

Ouyang Ke then swayed and blended into the crowd, his folding fan concealing a deadly intent as he aimed directly at Chen Yanzhou's vitals.

"Great, saves me the trouble of doing them one by one."

Chen Yanzhou was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger.

Just then, Chen Yanzhou saw Huang Rong nimbly take the package off the tree branch, carrying the wine jar in one hand and the package in the other, and then dash off into the depths of the dense forest.

As he ran, he turned back and shouted, "Brother, your skills are unparalleled! These people are yours to practice on! See you in the martial world again!"

Chen Yanzhou was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Huang Rong! You heartless little ingrate! Stop right there!"

In that moment of distraction, Ouyang Ke's folding fan was already close at hand.

Chen Yanzhou turned around, his anger burning even more intensely.

The Hundred Returns to Origin Technique was running wildly within his body, and the internal energy in his dantian surged like a river bursting its banks, flowing along his meridians to his palms.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Dragon Appears in the Field!"

With this palm strike, the surrounding air seemed to be compressed, forming a visible wall of air.

boom!

The burst of energy struck the four white-clad maids at the forefront, their swords shattering inch by inch, and they were thrown backward, coughing up blood.

The snake slaves who followed were even more miserable, being swept around by the violent palm wind and scattered all over the ground like rolling gourds.

Ouyang Ke felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, and the steel folding fan in his hand was bent by the force.

He was horrified; the palm strike, so fierce and unparalleled, was actually so domineering.

Ouyang Ke acted decisively, twisting his body strangely in mid-air and grabbing a white-clad maid who had not yet landed.

"Young Master..."

The maid looked at Ouyang Ke in horror.

Ouyang Ke remained expressionless, then suddenly stepped on her back, using the momentum to rise several feet higher, soaring over everyone's heads like a large bird.

The maid's heart meridian was shattered by the force of the stomp, and she died instantly. Her body crashed heavily onto Chen Yanzhou, thus providing a brief moment of protection.

"What a ruthless method!"

Chen Yanzhou frowned, sidestepped the corpse, and then unleashed another "Riding the Six Dragons" strike.

The palm strike whistled, sweeping away several snake slaves who tried to stop him.

At this moment, Ouyang Ke had already used the momentum to fall back onto his horse. Before he could even turn the horse around, he squeezed the horse's belly with both legs and lashed the horse's rump hard with the whip.

Herod!

The white horse, in pain, was about to gallop away.

"Want to leave? Did you ask me first?"

Chen Yanzhou snorted coldly and stomped his foot hard on the ground, causing the withered leaves to explode.

He took a step forward, chasing after Ouyang Ke, and in the process, he changed his palm into a claw, grabbing at Ouyang Ke from several feet away.

The powerful and unparalleled internal force was compressed wildly in his palm, instantly forming an invisible vortex.

Ouyang Ke, who was riding on horseback and celebrating his narrow escape, suddenly felt a terrifying suction force coming from his back, as if an invisible hand was gripping the back of his collar.

Ouyang Ke was terrified and desperately tried to squeeze the horse's belly, but the suction force was extremely domineering and unreasonable.

Herod!

The white horse let out a mournful neigh, and was forced to stand upright by the reaction force.

The next instant, Ouyang Ke was pulled back from his horse like an arrow released from a bow.

Suspended in mid-air, with nowhere to grab hold of.

Ouyang Ke turned around in horror, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Behind him, the young man's robes fluttered without wind, and his left hand traced a mysterious path in the air. His powerful inner force stirred up the surrounding dust and withered leaves, which gathered in his palm into a blurry, earth-yellow dragon-shaped energy.

hold head high--!

The air trembled, as if a dragon's roar had exploded.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms - Shocking for Hundreds of Miles!"

Chen Yanzhou remained expressionless, and his left palm, poised to strike, suddenly shot out.

The yellow dragon energy, condensed from internal force, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, slammed into Ouyang Ke, who was in mid-air and had no way to avoid it.