The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

However, the Western Poison was, after all, a ruthless veteran among the Five Greats.

This person can practice the Nine Yin Manual in reverse; his talent is exceptionally rare in the mortal world.

In this epic showdown, Wang Jiuling and Ouyang Feng appeared to be evenly matched, but the essence of martial arts ultimately requires time and reflection.

This time, Wang Jiuling was indeed at a disadvantage in terms of experience and resources.

At this moment, the true energy in his meridians, mixed with Ouyang Feng's internal force, surged wildly and became restless.

Wang Jiuling wanted to suppress the attack with his own energy, but it was extremely difficult.

Ouyang Feng was also seriously injured by Wang Jiuling's palm strike, but the old poison master's reverse-style Nine Yin Manual was no joke.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth, pressed his chest twice, and managed to lower his blood pressure.

However, this was ultimately a crooked and evil method. At this moment, his eyes were darting around and the veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that he had gone even crazier.

"Wow!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and his mind was clouded. He rushed toward Wang Jiuling, using both hands and feet in a haphazard manner.

Wang Jiuling was out of breath, his breathing became labored, and his acupoints felt sore and numb. He never expected that Ouyang Feng would still have so much strength left.

He could only roll away as best he could to dodge, grabbing the longsword stuck in the ground to block it.

Wang Jiuling kept retreating and dodging, only to feel that Ouyang Feng's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and thought to himself that if this continued, things might not go well.

The old poisoner is so mad that he probably won't stop until one of them is exhausted and dies.

Moreover, the more insane Ouyang Feng became, the more powerful his moves became.

Yang Guo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hugged Ouyang Feng from behind.

"Dad! Don't hit Dad!"

He held Ouyang Feng tightly, his eyes blurred with tears, trying to pull Ouyang Feng away.

One was his adoptive father, and the other was his master who had shown him immense kindness. Yang Guo could not bear to see them like this.

"Yang Guo! He's gone mad! Be careful!"

"Ahem!"

Wang Jiuling blocked Ouyang Feng's kick with his sword and spoke up to warn him. As soon as he spoke, his breath, which had just started to flow smoothly, became sluggish again.

"Let me go! Let me go!!" Ouyang Feng shook his body, trying to throw Yang Guo off his back.

Fortunately, Ouyang Feng had exhausted too much of his internal energy from exchanging blows with Wang Jiuling, so he couldn't exert any strength for the time being.

Even so, Yang Guo was completely disoriented. "Father! Don't you recognize me, Father?!"

Ouyang Feng simply ignored Yang Guo and continued to rush over to attack Wang Jiuling.

At this critical moment.

A melodious flute tune drifted from afar.

The sound of the flute grew louder as it approached, initially melodious and gentle, but upon closer listening, it became more stirring and urgent.

It is sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like the tides of the ocean.

Wang Jiuling and Ouyang Feng both felt their internal energy surging at the same time. Yang Guo, who was holding Ouyang Feng, was already dizzy from being thrown around, and when he heard the flute music, he felt even more dizzy.

The flute music clearly carried the feeling of being driven by internal force.

However, this person clearly lacked internal strength. Wang Jiuling pressed his finger on a major acupoint on the shoulder, which suppressed the restless feeling.

But Ouyang Feng, who was not in his right mind, stopped abruptly upon hearing the flute music, clutching his head.

"It's so noisy! It sounds awful!!"

Ouyang Feng seemed distracted by the flute music and no longer paid attention to Wang Jiuling.

He suddenly flung Yang Guo away, then braced himself on the ground with his hands and disappeared upside down.

Yang Guo was thrown out and lay on the ground, wincing in pain.

At that moment, the flute music stopped.

Across the street, on the second floor of a restaurant, a woman put away her jade flute and leaped down.

The woman was dressed in blue, with a slender figure and a mask on her face.

She came to Wang Jiuling's side and grabbed his arm.

"Run! My internal energy isn't enough to stop him!"

Wang Jiuling didn't care who was coming to the rescue. "Yang Guo! Run!"

He called out to Yang Guo, and the three of them headed in the opposite direction.

The woman and Wang Jiuling used their lightness skills, and at that moment they heard Ouyang Feng's voice coming from afar again.

"Huh? It stopped! It stopped, hahaha!"

She quickened her pace, even though carrying one person was quite strenuous.

Yang Guo was extremely worried at this moment, as he had just reunited with his adoptive father only to be met with this unexpected turn of events.

Now that Ouyang Feng probably wouldn't even recognize him, and since Wang Jiuling is safe, he really doesn't dare to go looking for Ouyang Feng again.

They had no choice but to leave with Wang Jiuling first, and wait until Ouyang Feng regained his senses before making any further decisions.

"Where are they? Where did they go?!"

"I'm going to kill you all! Kill!"

Behind them, Ouyang Feng's voice gradually faded into the distance. The three of them ran all the way to a mountain god temple on the outskirts of the city before stopping.

Inside the mountain god temple, Wang Jiuling sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, needing to quickly regulate his inner energy.

The woman in green stood to the side, watching Wang Jiuling.

Yang Guo plopped down, sighing repeatedly.

He felt truly guilty. If his martial arts skills were high enough, he could have stopped his adoptive father. How could such a thing have happened?

His master and godfather were fighting, and he was caught in the middle, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

At that moment, he turned around and saw the woman in green standing there, so he ran over to her.

This guy's womanizing nature is really hard to change. When he saw the girl's bright eyes under her mask, he immediately became interested and asked her name.

The woman looked at him but didn't say anything.

Yang Guo looked at her mask and reached out to take it off.

"Young lady, why are you wearing a mask?"

But the next second, the woman slapped his hand away, then stepped back to Wang Jiuling's side, her gaze towards Yang Guo filled with hostility.

Yang Guo rubbed his hands and scratched his head awkwardly when he saw this scene.

"Ahem, I'm going to gather some firewood..."

He gathered some firewood in the woods outside the temple, but when he returned, he found that the girl was still by Wang Jiuling's side, never leaving him.

Yang Guo's eyes darted around, a playful smile appeared on his face, and his gaze towards Wang Jiuling changed.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill is infinitely profound. Before long, Wang Jiuling had reopened the acupoints in his body, his true qi flowed smoothly, and his turbulent blood and qi calmed down.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Within the first hundred moves, he was almost evenly matched with Ouyang Feng, exchanging blows back and forth. However, once the hundred moves were over, Ouyang Feng became increasingly mad, and he lost ground.

Wang Jiuling got up, first making sure Yang Guo was alright, then turned around and saw the woman in green standing beside him.

The two locked eyes. Wang Jiuling was momentarily dazed, feeling that the gaze was so familiar, but because the other person was wearing a mask, he couldn't recognize him at first.

He cupped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you so much for your help, young lady! I am deeply grateful!"

"This humble Taoist priest is Wang Jiuling. May I ask your name, young lady?"

The woman then took out her jade flute and showed it to Wang Jiuling, smiling as she said, "Brother Wang, don't you recognize me?"

Wang Jiuling took one look and immediately recognized it as his jade flute, which he had given to Cheng Ying.

"Yingmei? It's you?"

Wang Jiuling suddenly realized what was happening and was somewhat surprised.

Cheng Ying nodded, exchanged a glance with Wang Jiuling, and looked a little embarrassed.

She lowered her head, gently removed the mask from her face, and when she looked up again, her stunning beauty was revealed.

Cheng Ying was beautiful from a young age, and her beauty has only increased over the years.

Her skin was fair and radiant, her beautiful eyes were smiling, and her temperament was serene and dignified.

It's gorgeous.

Seeing Wang Jiuling looking at her, she blushed slightly and looked away.

Yang Guo, who was some distance away, broke the firewood branch in his hand, intending to go forward and check on his master.

But seeing this scene, it was difficult to leave; one could only silently grumble to oneself:

"I can't even touch this mask, but I never expected that she would take it off herself in front of my master."

"In this scene, I seem superfluous."