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

Jun Yan pressed down.

The robe on the chest of the Golden Wheel Dharma King caught fire first.

The red and yellow cloth turned into black ash, spreading out along the skin and flesh. The protective aura shattered layer by layer, like thin ice meeting fire.

"what!"

Screams pierced the training ground.

The Golden Wheel Monk's hands were crippled, and his chest was pinned to the ground by Lin Yuan's foot. He tried to circulate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, but found that the true energy in his meridians was burned and rolled back by the dark golden flame as soon as it approached his chest.

The flesh is charred.

A cracking sound came from the sternum.

The Mongolian warriors turned pale, and no one dared to move.

Guo Jing finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He took a step forward, and his Dragon Subduing True Qi erupted, forcefully breaking through the heat wave.

"Lin Yuan, stop!"

A golden palm strike positioned between Lin Yuan and the golden wheel.

Lin Yuan looked up.

"You want to save him?"

Guo Jing stood on the edge of the heatwave, sweat beading on his forehead, but his voice did not fade.

"The ambush in the Black Pine Forest has not been broken, and the defenses of Xiangyang are not secure. If he dies here, the Mongols will advance south ahead of schedule."

The flames beneath Lin Yuan's feet did not cease.

"If he were alive, would the Mongols not have invaded the south?"

Guo Jing's breath hitched.

That's too blunt.

There's no way to refute it.

The Mongols' southward advance wasn't due to the life or death of a single Jin Lun. Their steppe cavalry sought cities, provisions, and lives.

But Guo Jing still shook his head.

"Killing is easy, defending a city is difficult. I will spare his life to find out the military situation."

Upon hearing these words, the Golden Wheel Dharma King on the ground suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

He forced himself to lift his head, his throat full of blood.

"Master Guo is right."

The Golden Wheel Monk was panting, his voice hoarse.

"This humble monk is the National Preceptor of Mongolia, sent here on a mission. In times of war between two nations, envoys are not to be killed. If you kill me today, the martial arts world of the Central Plains will be an unjust force. The Great Khan will surely use the name of revenge to raze Xiangyang to the ground."

The drill ground fell silent.

The few martial arts practitioners who were cursing the loudest just now shut up.

Someone is holding a knife.

Someone lowered their head.

Someone looked at Guo Jing.

He was angry as much as he was angry, but he was also genuinely afraid.

The phrase "Mongol cavalry" had been weighing heavily on the minds of the Southern Song Dynasty's martial arts world for far too long.

Yang Guo stood to the side and could clearly see the expressions on these people's faces.

They called him "Young Hero" just now.

Now they're afraid of the threat of a loser.

The code of honor among江湖义气 (jianghu yiqi, a term referring to the code of brotherhood and loyalty among江湖义气)

Lin Yuan suddenly chuckled.

"messenger?"

He withdrew the flame from his palm.

The moment the flames disappeared, the Golden Wheel Monk felt a sense of relief and was about to catch his breath.

Lin Yuan lifted his foot.

One kick fell.

"Bang!"

Three acupoints, located three inches below the lower abdomen of the Golden Wheel Dharma King and near the Qihai point, collapsed simultaneously.

The true energy of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill surged wildly.

The Golden Wheel Monk's eyes bulged out, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The second kick.

Lin Yuan crushed two hidden acupoints on his waist.

The third kick.

A wisp of dark gold true essence drilled into the outer wall of his dantian, directly sealing off 70% of his qi circulation routes.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King arched his body and then slammed back to the ground.

He didn't die.

But it's as if the spine of the person has been removed.

Darba roared and lunged forward, dragging his injured leg.

Yang Guo blocked the way with his sword.

"Take one more step, and I'll cut off your other leg."

Darba couldn't understand anything.

But he understood the sword.

He stopped.

Lin Yuan bent down and looked at the Golden Wheel Monk.

"You are not an envoy."

"You are a prisoner of war."

The Golden Wheel Monk's teeth chattered, and sweat mingled with blood.

Lin Yuan continued, "I spared your life to let the Mongols know that even the Grand Preceptor can kneel."

These words were spoken.

Everyone in the training ground looked at the Golden Wheel Monk lying on the ground.

Mongolian National Preceptor.

A master of Tantric Buddhism.

The person who was just sitting in the position of martial arts alliance leader is now lying in the mud of the Central Plains, unable to even get up.

Guo Jing remained silent.

He disliked Lin Yuan's ruthlessness.

But he knew that this was more useful than killing Jinlun.

Lin Yuan turned around and looked at Lu Guanying.

"Iron chains."

Lu Guanying was taken aback, then immediately clasped his hands in a fist and paw salute: "Someone come here!"

Several servants carried in an iron chain as thick as an arm.

Lin Yuan pointed to Jinlun, Huodu, and Darba.

"Lock him in the dungeon."

"Spread the word. If the Mongol ambush troops in Black Pine Forest dare to make a move, hang these three heads on the gate tower of Dasheng Pass first."

Lu Guanying was startled.

This is not a prisoner interrogation.

This is reverse fishing.

Huang Rong stood beside the steps, her expression changing.

She understood.

Lin Yuan was not blinded by murderous intent.

He was more clear-headed than anyone else.

The lives of Jinlun and his two companions were like a rope tied around the necks of the Mongol vanguard army.

Huo Du was dragged away while unconscious.

Darba tried to resist, but Yang Guo pressed down with his sword sheath, smashing it directly onto Darba's injured knee.

"Walk on your knees."

Darba groaned, sweat rolling down his forehead.

The assembled heroes felt a chill run down their spines.

Yang Guo has been corrupted by Lin Yuan.

But it's so satisfying to see it bad.

The Golden Wheel Monk was chained and dragged towards the dungeon. As he passed Lin Yuan, he glanced up at him.

In that one glance, there was hatred, and also fear.

Lin Yuan didn't look at him.

A national advisor whose power has been reduced to seventy percent has been reduced from a chess player to a chess piece.

Huang Rong stepped forward.

She walked steadily, with the dog-beating stick hanging at her side.

"Young Master Lin."

Lin Yuan turned his head to the side.

Huang Rong lowered her voice: "With a formidable enemy at hand today, can we set aside the past for now? Back on Peach Blossom Island, I was indeed wary, but at that time your origins were unknown, and you carried the aura of Ouyang Feng and the Duan family of Dali. I was just afraid that you would go astray."

Lin Yuan looked at her.

"Are you done talking?"

Huang Rong's fingers tightened.

Lin Yuan smiled.

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Chief Huang, that soup for strengthening the body and nourishing vitality back then had a good name."

Huang Rong's expression changed.

Guo Jing also turned to look.

Lin Yuan's voice was not loud.

However, several Beggar Clan elders, Lu Guanying, Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnu nearby all heard it clearly.

"Strengthening the foundation and nourishing the source is a sham."

"The inability to connect tendons and meridians is true."

Huang Rong suddenly raised her dog-beating stick horizontally.

Guo Jing was struck dumb.

"Rong'er?"

His voice dropped a notch.

Lin Yuan stared at Huang Rong.

"I remember very clearly the poison you gave me that broke my bones and destroyed my meridians."

Yang Guo's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Chief Huang."

He took a step forward.

"Back then on Peach Blossom Island, Brother Lin was already seriously injured."

Huang Rong did not look at Yang Guo.

She looked at Lin Yuan, and for the first time, her heart skipped a beat.

She can explain.

She could say that she did it for Jing-gege, for Guo Fu, and to prevent Yang Kang from repeating the same mistakes.

Would it be useful to explain this to Guo Jing?

Guo Jing values ​​right and wrong.

He could tolerate her resourcefulness, but he could not tolerate her plotting against a helpless young man.

Guo Jing stared at her.

"Rong'er, is what he said... true?"

At the edge of the training ground, several Beggar Clan elders lowered their heads.

They shouldn't have listened to that.

But we've already heard it.

Huang Rong's lips moved, but she did not answer immediately.

This moment is heavier than any acknowledgment.

Guo Jing's face gradually darkened.

Lin Yuan did not press his advantage.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on Huang Rong's lower abdomen.

"You should be pregnant."

Huang Rong's pupils contracted.

Guo Jing suddenly looked up: "Rong'er?"

Huang Rong subconsciously took a half step back.

How did Lin Yuan know?

Dragon blood possesses the five senses to hear the flow of qi and blood.

He could not hide a pregnant woman's pulse from her.

Lin Yuan's tone was cold and gloomy.

"Don't worry, I won't kill pregnant women."

Huang Rong was not relieved.

The next line is colder than a knife.

"But we'll settle this score when you're most afraid of losing it."

Guo Jing clenched his fist.

"Lin Yuan!"

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"Master Guo, what you owe Yang Guo, what Peach Blossom Island owes me, it's all there."

"Not counting today doesn't mean there are no accounts."