Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Before Xie Bu Ruo could reach the shore, he saw four figures leap onto the beach almost simultaneously.

As soon as they landed, their eyes fell on Sun Sanba's corpse.

Especially Yue Laosan.

Upon seeing his wicked disciple's gruesome death, his eyes widened in fury, and his veins bulged.

He didn't actually have much of a teacher-student relationship with this disciple.

However, his lineage in the South China Sea has always been passed down to a single disciple.

With Sun Sanba dead, Yue Lao's more than 30 years of hard work in passing on skills and supervising others has vanished into thin air. How could he not be furious?

"Who is it!"

"Who dares to kill my second brother Yue's apprentice!"

Yue Laosan roared and, upon seeing the zither in Kang Guangling's hand, knew that he was the one who had just played the zither. He then charged forward like a giant crocodile, shaking his head and wagging his tail.

Kang Guangling frowned, then gently lifted the zither in his arms, and the zither flew to the branch of a large tree, landing perfectly between two thick branches.

He then turned around and met Yue Laosan's attack with a palm strike.

The palms are clasped together.

Yue Laosan felt the opponent's dense palm force layer upon layer, and unconsciously took two steps back.

"That old scoundrel! His sorcery is powerful, but his internal strength is weak!"

He was a fierce man. Although he knew that his opponent had considerable internal strength, he did not back down. He drew his crocodile-mouth scissors and crocodile-tail whip and made several moves, all of which were neutralized by Kang Guangling with his bare hands.

Kang Guangling moved with composure, clearly indicating that his martial arts skills were far superior to Yue Laosan's.

The two women of Lingjiu Palace were already greatly wary of Kang Guangling's extraordinary musical abilities, and now, seeing his skill in this manner, they were even more shocked.

The two women exchanged a glance, their thoughts in perfect harmony.

"This old man's martial arts are unfathomable. Let's join forces to eliminate him first, and then deal with the Crocodile God of the South Sea."

Thinking of this, the two pounced on him at the same time.

When Kang Guangling saw that the three of them had ganged up on him, an old man of advanced age, he was truly speechless with bitterness.

His gaze swept over the eagle pattern on the two women's green robes. Although he couldn't recall its origin for a moment, he vaguely felt that he had heard someone mention the pattern before.

As soon as Tan Qing got ashore, he saw the four men fighting fiercely not far away.

Kang Guangling's martial arts skills were superb, and he came up with one unexpected move after another. Even though his third uncle was fierce with his sword and whip, he couldn't gain the upper hand for a while.

But with the addition of the two women from Lingjiu Palace, the situation becomes quite different.

These people had already exhausted their internal energy by fighting with their voices.

Later, Kang Guangling used his musical prowess to suppress everyone with his own power, and the hardships he endured are self-evident.

His internal strength was the deepest among all the people, but it also consumed the most energy.

Although Yue Laosan and the two women from Lingjiu Palace had a method to resist the sound of the zither, it still took a great toll on their spirits.

Although the four men's moves were skillful and ruthless, they still showed signs of fatigue as they exerted themselves.

Seeing that the four of them were mutually restraining each other and it was difficult to determine a winner for the time being, Tan Qing was secretly pleased.

When everyone was fighting with their voices, he was also present, but he only needed to defend, unlike Yue Laosan and the others who had to both attack and defend.

Although his internal energy was somewhat depleted, it was still much less than that of others.

Although his martial arts skills were weaker than those of the others on the field, he had gained a certain degree of initiative.

Tan Qing glanced at Sun Sanba's corpse on the ground again.

The neck wound was fatal, and several poisoned arrows were still stuck in his chest. In a flash, he thought of one person.

"Old Sun must be having his old ailment again."

"Lust is a knife hanging over one's head; in the end, it will cut one's own head."

"If there's no blood flowing from your chest, what kind of armor are you wearing?"

Tan Qing had no time to care about Sun Sanba's corpse.

Taking advantage of the moment when Kang Guangling and the others were engrossed in their fierce battle and had no time to pay attention to him.

He held his breath and quietly made his way towards the battle, waiting for the right opportunity to reap the benefits.

On the way, they caught a glimpse of Xie Buruo rushing towards them from not far away.

Tan Qing was quite surprised to see him captivated by the music, but observing his heavy steps, which clearly indicated his shallow internal strength, she didn't take this unexpected person seriously.

Tan Qing used ventriloquism as he walked quickly.

A faint, delicate sound, like a thread, went straight into Xie Buruo's ears.

This evil technique was passed down by Duan Yanqing, and it has always been effective against those whose internal strength is inferior to his.

Knowing he was no match for Kang Guangling and the two women from Lingjiu Palace, he dared not rashly use evil magic to launch a sneak attack.

But not only does he have the audacity to use this technique against Xie Buruo, he has a great deal of audacity.

Ventriloquism, a form of esoteric speech, enters the ear with its sinister sounds.

Xie Buruo's steps suddenly became unsteady, and his body swayed from side to side, clearly indicating that he had been hit.

A smile appeared on Tan Qing's lips: "Pathetic."

He then swept past Xie Buruo, too lazy to waste any more effort on this nobody.

Just as the two figures passed each other, a sudden gust of wind rose behind them.

Tan Qing was startled by the sight of the Soul-Chasing Staff and quickly turned around to parry.

With a clang, a piece of the iron staff in his hand was snapped off.

It turned out that the long sword in Xie Buruo's hand was a treasured sword he had obtained from Wu Liang. It was extremely sharp and ordinary iron weapons could hardly withstand it.

Before Tan Qing could recover, Xie Bushuo unleashed another sword strike, delivering a "Pointing the Way to Immortals" move with the force of piercing through clouds and rocks.

Tan Qing's expression changed again.

He had seen this sword technique used by Wu Liang several times.

But Xie Ruoyi used it now, as the rules were more rigorous and the changes were more ingenious.

He dared not delay and quickly focused on disassembling it.

But Xie Ruo easily changed his sword move with a flick of his wrist.

The longsword, from bottom to top, resembles an unfolded folding fan.

The swordplay was dazzling and difficult to discern, with layers of sword shadows closing in on him.

Although Tan Qing's martial arts skills were far superior to Xie Buruo's, he was still caught off guard and flustered when he suddenly saw such exquisite sword moves.

Unable to discern the true nature of the swordplay, he could only resort to brute force with his iron staff.

The iron staff and the longsword clashed once more.

Tan Qing's internal strength was already quite profound, and after one strike, Xie Buruo only felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth.

He thought to himself, "This guy's internal strength may not be as good as Blind Su's, but it's much stronger than my senior brother's. I can't fight him head-on!"

With another crisp crack, another piece of the iron staff in Tan Qing's hand broke off.

The two sharp, resounding clashes of weapons reached the ears of those nearby.

Kang Guangling, Yue Laosan, and the two women from Lingjiu Palace were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The four individuals each harbored their own thoughts, restraining each other and resulting in a stalemate.

Upon hearing the sound, the two women from Lingjiu Palace glanced around and saw that the person fighting was Tan Qing. They immediately felt uneasy.

The two secretly thought that the game was currently at a stalemate, and if Tan Qing helped Yue Laosan, their situation would be extremely dangerous.

However, if they were to immediately put aside their grudges and launch a counterattack against Yue Laosan, they would worry that Kang Guangling's martial arts were too strong and the two of them would not be able to subdue him. In the end, they would still be caught in a dilemma.

In a split second, the two women's minds wavered, and they hesitated.

Aside from the simple-minded Yue Laosan, who continued to launch fierce and valiant attacks,

Kang Guangling and the two women from Lingjiu Palace subconsciously slowed down their attacks, but they remained entangled and restrained each other, neither willing to give up first.

On the other hand, Tan Qing just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.

He held his master, Duan Yanqing, in the highest esteem.

They didn't believe that the evil magic their master taught them couldn't deal with the person in front of them.

He assumed that he had exhausted his internal energy while resisting the sound attack, which was why he was unable to completely bewilder Xie Buruo's mind.

He moved swiftly and nimbly, dodging several swords.

With his inner strength surging again, his evil skills were fully unleashed.

Xie Buruo immediately froze, his face showing a dazed expression, his steps unsteady, truly swaying as if drunk.

Seeing this, Tan Qing was overjoyed and let out a cold laugh.

"Heh heh, I refuse to believe I can't do anything to you!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He gripped the iron staff tightly, gathered his strength, and thrust it straight at Xie Buruo's chest, intending to kill him in one blow.

But just as the iron staff was about to reach him...

Xie Bu Ruo suddenly lowered his body and rolled on the spot.

While dodging the fatal thrust, he flicked his wrist, changing the sword's momentum once again.

He used a move from the Bodhidharma Sword called "Vajra Wrathful Gaze".

He only learned this sword technique from Wang Yuyan today.

Although he was not yet very skilled, his sword moves were imbued with a profound Zen spirit and a majestic Buddhist aura, exuding an awe-inspiring power.

Tan Qing was already anxious after his evil spells failed twice in a row.

Seeing the opponent suddenly unleash a Buddhist sword technique, solemn and majestic, which was the nemesis of unorthodox and evil arts, he immediately felt apprehensive.

He dared not fight head-on, so he pushed off the ground and retreated rapidly.