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

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Seven or eight burly Mongolian men led the way and walked in from outside.

That's quite a grand affair.

The person in the middle was an extremely thin and tall elderly monk, around sixty years old, dressed in a red robe.

His forehead was sunken, his temples bulged, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and his whole aura exuded sharpness.

Huo Du and Xiao Xiangzi were by his side.

The person who spoke just now was Huo Du.

Huo Du, with half his face covered by a mask, entered the arena and bowed to Guo Jing.

"Master Guo! It's been a long time!"

Guo Jing recognized Huo Du at a glance and stepped forward, his face wary. "Who is your master?"

Huo Du turned around and looked at the old monk.

"My master is none other than the Protector of the Nation of my Great Mongolia, the Golden Wheel National Preceptor!"

All eyes were on the old monk, and people began to discuss it amongst themselves.

So this is what the old monk was really like?

Huang Rong squinted and looked the Golden Wheel Monk up and down. She remembered her father, Huang Yaoshi, saying that when esoteric martial arts are practiced to the extreme, one will become like this.

His forehead was sunken, and his temples were protruding.

Realizing this person was no ordinary individual, he immediately warned Guo Jing to be careful.

Xiao Xiangzi, who was very dissatisfied that Jinlun had stolen all the limelight, also stepped forward to introduce himself.

After the introduction is finished.

Huo Du pointed at Guo Jing and Huang Rong with his folding fan, glanced around, and deliberately introduced them loudly to Jinlun Fawang:

"Master! This is none other than Guo Jing, the former Right Marshal of the Western Expeditionary Army of our Great Mongol Empire, and the Golden Knife Prince Consort of Mongol Empire!"

"This is his wife, Chief Huang!"

This single sentence revealed Guo Jing's former Mongolian identity, leaving Guo Jing and Huang Rong speechless as they tried to refuse guests by saying that "the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference does not welcome Mongolians."

Jinlun cupped his hands in greeting to Guo Jing, a smile on his face, but his eyes darted around.

He had heard of Guo Jing, but the person he most wanted to see today was Wang Jiuling.

Jinlun had recently defeated many Mongol masters and become the national advisor.

But the Mongols still remember how Wang Jiuling used to show off his power in front of them.

If Jinlun wants to win over the masses, he must at least defeat Wang Jiuling.

His main purpose in coming here today is also this.

He didn't even seem to take Guo Jing seriously. "I wonder if Master Qingyang is also here?"

Huo Du shook his head. "Master, I didn't see him; he's probably not here."

Upon hearing this, Jinlun's face showed disappointment. He didn't speak to Guo Jing, but instead sat down on the chairs that several Mongolian men had brought over.

Huo Du was even more arrogant. He completely ignored the criticism and insults from the crowd and instead smiled.

"Is Hong Qigong really that powerful? Not necessarily! My master, the Golden Wheel Monk, is the number one in the world!"

If Hong Qigong can be the leader of the alliance, then my master can be too!

"You're choosing a leader of the martial arts world now, and you haven't invited us? What, are you afraid of us?"

"Don't dare?"

Huo Du was cunning and deliberately stirred up trouble.

This disruptive behavior immediately enraged the crowd, who voiced their condemnation.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also immediately in a dilemma.

Huo Du was clearly prepared, catching them off guard.

If he refuses, Guo Jing also has Mongolian identity. He was the initiator of the conference, so how would he conduct himself?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, knowing they could no longer refuse.

So Huang Rong stepped forward.

"You greatly underestimate the martial arts world of the Central Plains! There's no need for even the venerable Master Qi to intervene; our Central Plains martial arts world has plenty of people who can defeat you!"

Huo Du had no intention of giving in; he snapped his folding fan shut with a loud crack.

"OK!

Since you're not afraid, why don't we each send three people to compete, best two out of three rounds!

Let us also witness the power of the Central Plains martial arts world!

"If we lose, we'll leave immediately!"

But if we win, the position of martial arts alliance leader will have to be handed over to the Mongols!

"Master Guo, Chief Huang, surely your Central Plains martial arts world doesn't even have this much courage?"

Huo Du is truly insidious.

He had already found out that Hong Qigong was not here.

Knowing that Huang Rong was six months pregnant, and seeing that there were few decent experts present, Guo Jing knew he couldn't hold his own alone. Therefore, he deliberately proposed a best-of-three match to provoke the heroes of the Central Plains...

Even though they knew Huo was stirring things up, Guo Jing and Huang Rong still had to accept the duel.

"What is there to be afraid of?" Guo Jing said calmly. Huang Rong glanced at Jinlun and Xiao Xiangzi beside him.

"Which three do you Mongolians plan to send?"

Huo Du opened his folding fan, a smile on his face. "The first one, naturally, is Little Wang!"

"As for the second one, I, Mr. Xiao Xiangzi, the second-best fighter in Mongolia, will take on the challenge!"

When Xiao Xiangzi heard Huo Du say he was second, he gritted his teeth in anger, but glancing at Jin Lun beside him, he became extremely wary...

"The third one was my master personally taking action!"

Huang Rong nodded, a vague idea forming in her mind. "Alright! A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Now that it's settled, the martial arts world of the Central Plains will not go back on its word."

"But we need to discuss and decide who will fight!"

Huo Du folded his fan and gestured "please".

In the backyard wing room, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and a group of other masters gathered.

"Master Guo, Chief Huang, that Xiao Xiangzi was able to withstand more than twenty moves from our Uncle Jiuling back then. His martial arts skills are quite high!"

Lu Qingdu stepped forward to offer a reminder.

Guo Jing was also somewhat surprised when he heard this, as he knew his junior brother's martial arts skills.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were in a dilemma.

Despite the large number of heroes present, there are very few people who can be relied upon to ensure a victory for Jinlun and Xiaoxiangzi against the Mongols.

In the end, Huang Rong decided to use the "Tian Ji's Horse Racing" strategy.

Zhu Ziliu made the first move, as they knew Huo Du's strength best and believed Zhu Ziliu would easily defeat him.

Then in the second match, Guo Jing took direct action.

He is also a sure winner against Xiao Xiangzi.

As for that Golden Wheel, even if he is truly highly skilled in martial arts, it doesn't matter if we lose to him in one battle.

By then they had already won two games.

Diancang Yuyin Wu Santong stepped forward and said that he would talk to Jinlun later.

The plan was set.

Outside, Jinlun was still disappointed at not seeing Wang Jiuling, while Huo Du paced back and forth.

The surrounding crowd pointed and whispered, and Guo Fu, who was in the crowd, was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

Yang Guo was the most carefree.

At this moment, he was meeting Xiaolongnu on the rooftop.

It turns out that not long after Yang Guo left, the mechanisms in the ancient tomb broke down, and the melted snow water flowed into the tomb.

In the past, Granny Sun and Yang Guo were responsible for repairing the ancient tomb.

But Granny Sun passed away a year ago, and not long ago Little Dragon Girl drove Yang Guo away, and she herself can no longer cultivate.

Unable to stay in the ancient tomb, and regretting having driven Yang Guo away, Xiaolongnu left the tomb.

Originally, the intention was to find a way to repair the ancient tomb, but under the influence of longing, it unknowingly turned into a search for Yang Guo.

Having heard of the Heroes' Gathering, I came to try my luck, and unexpectedly, I actually met him.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu no longer mentioned letting Yang Guo leave, and Yang Guo no longer asked about the reason. The two embraced tightly, as if the noise below had nothing to do with them.

Just as they were deeply in love, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others finally emerged.

The martial arts competition has officially begun.

On the arena, Huo Du and Zhu Ziliu were fighting. Huo Du had a narrow vision. He only knew Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the Quanzhen Sect among the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world, but he was unaware of Zhu Ziliu's strength.

Zhu Ziliu used a calligraphy brush to perform his unique martial arts.

He combined calligraphy with the One-Finger Divine Skill, achieving a balance of literary and martial arts. Huo Du, who knew almost nothing about Central Plains literature, was no match for Zhu Ziliu.

During their exchange, he was beaten badly by Zhu Ziliu.

His body was covered in ink stains, and he was even hit in acupoints. Zhu Ziliu also left the words "You barbarians" on his fan.

It's utterly shameful.

The people of the Central Plains applauded and cheered. Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also overjoyed. They had won this round, and Guo Jing was sure to win the next one.

It's just that Zhu Ziliu's virtue is too good.

Feeling victorious, he helped Huo Du release his pressure points and prepared to leave the field.

But who is Huo Du? He has never cared about reputation or morality.

Taking advantage of Zhu Ziliu turning around, he launched a sneak attack with a hidden weapon, successfully injuring Zhu Ziliu and causing him to fall off the stage.

This shameless fellow insisted that there was no rule against using hidden weapons in the martial arts competition, and that he had won.

This left the people of the Central Plains both angry and helpless.

This single act disrupted Huang Rong's plans.

If Guo Jing goes second, then Jinlun will be left without anyone to deal with him, so Wu Santong will have to bite the bullet and face Xiao Xiangzi.

Although Wu Santong had improved his martial arts skills by following Master Yideng, Xiao Xiangzi was not someone to be trifled with.

He couldn't beat Wang Jiuling, but could Wu Santong compare to Wang Jiuling?

Soon, Wu Santong was beaten by Xiao Xiangzi's mourning stick until he vomited blood and fell off the stage.

This is really bad.

The martial arts world of Central China has lost two matches in a row.