The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

Lujiazhuang Training Ground.

The five flying wheels were crushed into scrap metal and smashed into the deep pit at the feet of the Golden Wheel Monk.

The crack along the edge of the pit extended to the sole of his boot.

The Golden Wheel Monk glanced down.

That was the weapon that made him famous for half his life.

Five wheels made of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead accompanied him as he roamed the Western Regions, subduing various tribes, and was appointed as the national preceptor by the Mongol king.

Now, it's just a lump of scrap metal that's unrecognizable.

Lin Yuan stood ten steps away.

His grey robe remained untouched by dust.

"The third game."

Lin Yuan raised his hand and pointed at the Golden Wheel Monk.

"I'll play with you."

He paused for a moment.

"It not only distinguishes between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death."

The drill ground was eerily quiet.

The crowd that had been cheering just moments before suddenly felt their throats were blocked.

A life-or-death situation.

The one they killed was the Mongol national advisor.

This isn't a brawl in the martial world; it's like holding a knife to the face of the steppe cavalry and slapping them.

The Golden Wheel Monk's face turned ashen.

He can't retreat.

If we take a step back, the prestige of the Mongol national teacher will be shattered in the Central Plains.

But he knew it better than anyone else.

The gray-robed youth before them was definitely no ordinary expert.

Guo Jing strode forward.

"Lin Yuan, stop!"

The Dragon Subduing True Qi suppressed the churning dust around him.

"The Mongol army is marching south. If we kill Jinlun today, the Mongols will surely use this as a pretext to retaliate, and the pressure on Xiangyang will be even greater."

Lin Yuan turned to look at him.

"If you let him go, he won't attack Xiangyang?"

Guo Jing paused for a moment.

Lin Yuan continued, "Did he bring people to the Heroes' Gathering to deliver gifts? Or to offer birthday greetings?"

Guo Jing said in a deep voice, "Killing people is easy, but defending a city is difficult."

"Is defending a city achieved by kneeling?"

Lin Yuan's tone was indifferent.

One sentence was enough to leave Guo Jing speechless.

Huang Rong gripped the Dog-Beating Stick, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Yuan, Golden Wheel Monk, and Huo Du.

She suddenly understood.

Lin Yuan was not acting violently.

He wanted to shatter the audacity of the Mongol martial arts world to march south in front of all the heroes of the land.

They also want to elevate Yang Guo from the "disrespectful master-disciple relationship" to the "young hero who resists the Mongols."

This game was ruthless.

But it was very effective.

Huang Rong lowered her voice: "Brother Jing, let's look first."

Guo Jing looked at her.

Huang Rong gently shook her head: "If he really wants to kill, no one can stop him."

That's not a nice thing to say.

But it's true.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King took a deep breath.

His robe billowed.

The joints cracked one by one.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was pushed to its limit.

The bluestone beneath his feet crumbled, his muscular arms strained against his robe, and his skin had a dark bronze hue.

A heavy aura pressed down on the entire area.

It is several times stronger than when it intimidated all the heroes before.

Darba clutched his injured leg, but hope rekindled in his eyes.

Master is getting serious.

The Mongol warriors retreated, making room for Jinlun.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King clasped his hands together in prayer.

"You have insulted my Buddhist martial arts; today, this humble monk will show you the power of the Dragon Elephant."

Lin Yuan stood with his hands behind his back.

"Make your move."

The Golden Wheel Monk's eye twitched.

"You don't use weapons?"

"Need not."

"Not using internal energy?"

"It depends on whether you're worth it."

The Golden Wheel Monk's face darkened completely.

This is not arrogance.

This is like stomping him into the mud.

"court death!"

The Golden Wheel Monk took a step forward.

The entire training ground seemed to shake slightly.

He pushed out with both palms.

The Great Seal of Esoteric Buddhism!

The palm strike came down horizontally.

Tables along the way were shattered, weapon racks were torn apart, and dozens of martial arts practitioners were forced to retreat by the aftershocks.

Some people felt a tightness in their chest and collapsed to the ground.

Guo Jing raised his palm to protect Huang Rong and Guo Fu.

Behind Huang Rong, Guo Fu turned pale and dared not say another word.

The palm strike went straight for Lin Yuan's chest.

Lin Yuan finally moved.

He raised his right hand.

Only one index finger is extended.

The One-Finger Divine Skill is in operation.

The dark gold true essence condensed into a point and pressed on the fingertip.

There was no momentum.

There was no flame.

It's just a little bit.

The fingertip touched the palm of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"Pop".

A soft sound.

The overwhelming palm force of the Golden Wheel Monk dissipated instantly, like a punctured skin.

The strong winds stopped.

Splintered wood fell to the ground.

The Golden Wheel Monk's pupils contracted sharply.

impossible.

His Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is best known for its ability to overpower others with force.

Even if Guo Jing were to take the hit head-on, he would still have to face it head-on with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

This person only uses one finger?

He didn't believe it.

The Golden Wheel Monk roared, and his palm strike suddenly changed.

Their hands, like iron clamps, gripped Lin Yuan's wrists.

Esoteric Buddhist grappling techniques.

As long as the joints are locked, he can use the immense strength of a dragon and elephant to crush the opponent's meridians.

Lin Yuan did not dodge.

Let him grab it.

The Golden Wheel Monk's eyes lit up with joy.

next moment.

Lin Yuan's arm trembled slightly.

"Click click click!"

All ten fingers fractured simultaneously.

The Golden Wheel Monk's face turned deathly pale, he let out a muffled groan, and staggered back seven steps.

Every step he took left a deep pit in the ground.

As he took the seventh step, he opened his mouth and spat out blood.

Blood fell onto the robe.

It's extremely bright.

No one spoke in the training ground.

The heroes of the Central Plains looked at the Golden Wheel Monk's hand.

His hands hung limply in front of him, his fingers twisted and unable to form a fist.

The Mongolian Grand Preceptor, who had just been suffocating them, had his hands shattered by Lin Yuan's attack.

This is not a fight.

This is an adult hitting a child.

Darba's eyes widened in fury, and he dragged his injured leg as he charged forward.

"Master!"

Yang Guo stepped in front of him to block his path.

Darba roared and gripped the golden pestle once more.

Yang Guo looked at him coldly.

"Your master didn't follow any rules when he ambushed me just now."

He drew his sword half an inch.

"Now, watch."

Darba didn't understand everything, but he understood Yang Guo's gaze.

Go any further, and you'll die.

The Golden Wheel Monk was panting heavily.

He looked at Lin Yuan, and for the first time, a chill ran through his heart.

This isn't the strength of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains.

No matter how strong Guo Jing was, he was still within the realm of martial arts.

Lin Yuan is different.

He seemed to be standing in another place, looking down at them, the martial arts practitioners.

The Golden Wheel Monk did not hesitate any longer.

He turned and ran away.

There is no Buddhist chant.

No harsh words were used.

They didn't even care about the dignity of the Mongolian National Preceptor.

live.

As long as we live, today's shame will be washed away by the Mongol cavalry in the future.

He retreated rapidly, and with a grab of his left hand, he lifted the heavily injured Huo Du from the ground and used him as a shield.

Huo Du's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"Master?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King did not answer.

He used Huo Du as a shield and charged out of the village.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Using your apprentice as a shield?"

"Is this the Mongolian National Preceptor?"

"Pooh!"

Lin Yuan's eyes turned cold.

"They're really good at creating entertaining content."

He raised his hand.

A touch of dark gold light ignited at the fingertip.

The inner flames of the King were compressed into a line and shot into the blue stone beneath the feet of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"boom."

The interior of the bluestone was instantly burned hollow.

The Golden Wheel Monk's feet sank, and he lost his balance.

The same moment.

A wisp of dark golden true essence bypassed Huo Du's shoulder and precisely pierced through the right shoulder of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"puff!"

The blood hole exploded open.

The Golden Wheel Monk screamed in agony as his right arm fell completely to the ground.

Huo was thrown out and rolled several times on the ground before passing out.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King fell to the ground.

I haven't gotten up yet.

A foot stepped on his chest.

Lin Yuan looked down at him.

"What other arrangements have the Mongols made outside Dasheng Pass?"

The Golden Wheel Monk gritted his teeth.

"This humble monk does not know."

Lin Yuan increased the pressure on his feet.

A cracking sound came from the sternum.

Cold sweat rolled down the forehead of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, but he remained silent.

Lin Yuan's dark golden vertical pupils lit up.

The pressure of the dragon's blood directly assaulted the mind of the Golden Wheel Monk.

It's not internal energy.

It wasn't murderous intent.

It was a kind of condescending gaze stemming from bloodline and social hierarchy.

The Golden Wheel Monk's vision went black.

He seemed to see a monster burning with dark golden flames looking down at him from the high sky.

All Buddhist teachings, courage, and the dignity of the national teacher began to crumble before those eyes.

Lin Yuan asked a second time.

"How many people are in the Black Pine Forest?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's lips trembled.

Huang Rong's eyes narrowed.

Black pine forest?

Guo Jing suddenly turned his head.

Lu Guanying's expression also changed.

Thirty li outside Dasheng Pass, there is a black pine forest.

The terrain there is narrow, with slopes on both sides, making it ideal for ambushes.

The Golden Wheel Monk finally spoke.

"Three thousand Mongol vanguard...and a unit of archer cavalry."

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

"What?"

"Have the Mongol ambush troops arrived?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's chest heaved violently.

"The duel in Huodu is just to stall you. Once the Heroes' Gathering is thrown into chaos, the Black Pine Forest ambush will strike, and we'll first slaughter the leaders of each faction."

His eyes glazed over as he spoke.

"Leave behind the names of Yang Guo and Lin Yuan...and frame them."

The drill ground was in complete chaos.

The martial arts figures who had been pointing fingers at Yang Guo just moments before now looked increasingly grim.

If Lin Yuan hadn't forced them to reveal this, they would likely have died under Mongolian blades tonight.

Even after death, he still has to bear the blame for the infighting within the martial arts world.

This pot is so big and black, even Huang Rong would have to say it's professional.

Guo Jing's expression changed drastically.

"Elder Lu, muster all the Beggars' Sect disciples!"

"Master Lu, summon the leaders of all sects!"

"The black pine forest must be saved!"

Lu Youjiao immediately accepted the order.

Lu Guanying also rushed out of the training ground.

Amidst the chaos, the heroes began to regroup.

Huang Rong, however, looked at Lin Yuan.

She knew that this man had come to do more than just cause trouble.

He is taking over the situation.

Use the most brutal methods.

It is also the most effective.

Lin Yuan bent down and looked at the Golden Wheel Dharma King at his feet.

The Golden Wheel Monk, panting, finally revealed a will to survive in his eyes.

"As I have already said... according to the rules of the martial world..."

"rule?"

Lin Yuan smiled.

"When you used your disciple as a shield, didn't you ask Buddha for permission?"

The Golden Wheel Monk's face turned deathly pale.

Lin Yuan opened his palm.

The dark golden flames silently ignited.

The heatwave subsided.

The protective energy around the Golden Wheel Dharma King's chest collapsed layer by layer.

The skin and flesh began to char.

He finally got scared.

"Lin Yuan! If you kill me, the Mongols will surely slaughter Xiangyang!"

Lin Yuan lowered his head.

"If you live, will the Mongols not massacre you?"

The king's flame suddenly surged.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King let out a piercing scream.

Guo Jing charged forward.

"Lin Yuan!"

Yang Guo also looked at Lin Yuan.

Little Dragon Girl stood still, her white clothes billowing in the heat.

Huang Rong gripped the dog-beating stick tightly, remaining silent.