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

At the critical moment, a piercing sound suddenly came from the forest to the side.

Chen Yanzhou was startled, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.

Without even having time to think, he abruptly stopped his palm strike aimed at Ouyang Ke, forcefully twisting his waist and thrusting out his palm to meet the oncoming gust of wind.

"when--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

Chen Yanzhou felt as if his palms had struck an iron mountain.

"snort!"

He grunted and used the force to drift backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground. It took him six or seven steps to barely dissipate the terrifying force.

Even so, the blood and qi in my chest continued to surge.

Such powerful internal energy!

Chen Yanzhou steadied himself and looked ahead with a sharp gaze.

Three feet in front of Ouyang Ke, a jet-black iron staff was stuck diagonally into the ground.

The staff head is cast in the shape of a ferocious human head, and two lifelike silver snakes are coiled around the staff, their tongues flicking and darting, exuding a chilling aura.

"Cough cough..."

Having narrowly escaped death, Ouyang Ke fell to the ground in a disheveled state. The once dashing young man in white was now covered in dust and his hair was in disarray.

But he didn't care about appearances at that moment. He scrambled to his feet beside the iron staff, his eyes blazing with wild joy, and he screamed into the depths of the forest, "Uncle! Uncle, save me!"

As the shout rang out, countless figures suddenly sprang out from the surrounding dense forest.

The sound of clothes rustling in the wind filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty burly men from the Western Regions dressed in white surrounded them from all directions, each holding a snake staff and with fierce eyes.

Outside the encirclement, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

A tall, magnificent horse slowly strode out.

Immediately, a man sat upright. He was exceptionally tall, dressed in white, with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and a brownish-yellow beard. Although he was just sitting there quietly, he was like a majestic mountain, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Especially his eyes, which were sharp and piercing, not particularly fierce, but exuding an indifference and sinister air as if he regarded all living beings as worthless weeds.

What was most alarming was that a small, snow-white snake was coiled on the man's shoulder, its head raised high, hissing and flicking its tongue at Chen Yanzhou.

Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.

Chen Yanzhou narrowed his eyes and recognized the person at a glance.

"uncle……"

When Ouyang Ke saw his savior arrive, he stumbled to the front of the horse, pointed at Chen Yanzhou, and looked at him with resentment.

"That brat...that brat is ruthless! He killed several of my maids and even tried to kill my nephew! Uncle, you must avenge me!"

Ouyang Feng glanced down at his good-for-nothing nephew.

Seeing that his clothes were disheveled, his breathing was disordered, and even his folding fan was bent, she couldn't help but frown slightly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

"I always tell you to practice martial arts diligently, but you only care about wallowing in the company of women."

Ouyang Feng's voice was low and unreadable, yet it made Ouyang Ke tremble and lower his head, not daring to reply.

After reprimanding his nephew, Ouyang Feng slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Yanzhou.

Ouyang Feng's lips curled into a playful smile, his voice hoarse: "So you're that old beggar's apprentice."

Chen Yanzhou looked at Ouyang Feng without any fear: "I have long heard of the name of the Western Poisoner. Seeing him today, I can see that this is indeed a grand affair."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng, though sensing the other party's weakness, did not become angry. His gaze sharpened as he scrutinized the young man before him.

Although the "Dragon Tail Swing" move was hasty, its power was fierce and pure, and it already showed the style of a master.

At such a young age, he already possesses such profound inner strength. If he were given another ten or eight years, the martial arts world would likely have another unparalleled master.

This young man possesses extraordinary talent and is also a successor to Hong Qigong...

A flash of murderous intent crossed Ouyang Feng's eyes.

If this kid is allowed to grow up, he will surely become my greatest enemy in the future.

Rather than raising a tiger to cause future trouble, it's better to seize the opportunity now...

Just as Ouyang Feng's killing intent surged, he abandoned the thought.

This is the heart of the Song Dynasty. If we kill this kid, that old beggar Hong Qigong will surely go mad.

The Beggars' Sect has disciples all over the world. If a full-scale war were to break out, I would not be afraid, but my grand plan to go north to the Jin Kingdom to find the Nine Yin Manual would likely be complicated.

To ruin the important task of obtaining the true scriptures for the sake of a mere youth is a loss that outweighs the gains.

In a flash, Ouyang Feng slowly released his grip on the saddle, and the killing intent in his eyes dissipated.

"Boy, for your master's sake, I'll let this matter go."

"Besides, you injured my nephew, and I forced you back several steps, so we're even. You can leave now."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ke became extremely anxious: "Uncle! How can you let him go? This brat..."

"Shut up!" Ouyang Feng glanced at him coldly, and Ouyang Ke immediately fell silent.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou already understood.

After all, he was Hong Qigong's successor, and most importantly, Ouyang Feng's trip north was definitely for the Nine Yin Manual in Mei Chaofeng's possession. After weighing the options, he certainly didn't want to cause any more trouble.

But before he could even speak...

Just then.

"Hey——!"

A thunderous cry, sharp enough to shatter rocks, suddenly came from the sky, causing the withered leaves in the forest to fall in a rustling sound.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A huge black shadow hovered above the treetops, its wingspan several meters, blotting out the sky and stirring up a gust of wind.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure leaped down from mid-air.

"Here I come!"

The girl's clear and melodious voice echoed through the woods, carrying a hint of anxiety and an undisguised sense of pride.

Chen Yanzhou's lips twitched, and he looked up.

Huang Rong, holding a green light sword, her clothes fluttering, landed in front of him.

Huang Rong held her long sword horizontally, protecting him behind her. At the same time, a large eagle fell from the sky and landed behind the two of them.

Huang Rong leaned back slightly, resting her head on Chen Yanzhou's arm, and lowered her voice, her tone carrying an undisguised smugness and playfulness.

"How was it? Touched, right?"

Chen Yanzhou looked at Huang Rong, a slight smile playing on his lips. Before he could speak, Huang Rong continued.

"I was worried you wouldn't be able to win, so I specially brought Brother Eagle over to keep things under control. I didn't abandon you!"