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

The Golden Wheel Monk concentrated all his life's power in his right palm and struck Wang Jiuling on the top of his head.

Wang Jiuling placed his right foot on the ground, with his left hand holding a long sword behind his back to guard against the five wheels of the Golden Wheel Monk.

He was even faster than Jinlun, and his right palm slammed out.

The Golden Wheel Monk was terrified. His five wheels had been deliberately knocked away and were now floating behind Wang Jiuling, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

But Wang Jiuling was far too experienced in combat and had already prepared with his longsword.

This prevented the Golden Wheel Monk from having any chance to use his wheel, forcing him to confront him head-on.

boom!

In an instant, their palms clashed, and the Golden Wheel Monk felt a blur before his eyes.

What lay before him seemed not to be Wang Jiuling at all, but rather a vast ocean.

At that moment, a fierce wind whipped up the seawater, stirring up towering waves that crashed against him relentlessly.

This reminded Jinlun of the helplessness he felt when his ship was capsized by huge waves while crossing the ocean years ago.

I felt the same way at that moment.

The next second, a powerful force was unleashed.

The swirling gust of wind forced the crowd near the arena to retreat.

Guo Jing reached out and dispersed the incoming force, protecting the pregnant Huang Rong.

The Mongolian national protector monk on the stage took Wang Jiuling's Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm head-on.

The wooden arena beneath their feet sank a little with a "bang," kicking up a cloud of dust, which was then blown away by the strong wind.

The five wheels of the Golden Wheel Dharma King were blown to the ground, clattering loudly.

Neither of them was willing to give way in this exchange, and neither of them retreated an inch.

They had already withdrawn their palm strikes, yet they were still locked in a standoff across the distance.

The crowd was shocked by the power of that palm strike, and then peered at the stage, curious about who had won.

Wang Jiuling's robes fluttered in the wind, but his feet remained firmly planted. He raised his palm, gathered his inner energy, and suppressed the surging blood and qi.

His voice was still full of energy.

"The Golden Wheel Monk has excellent kung fu."

"However, if you think you can become the leader of the martial arts world with just this much skill, I, this humble Taoist, will not accept it!"

The Golden Wheel Monk opposite him twitched his face. He stared intently at Wang Jiuling, veins bulging on his forehead, but he remained silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk, it's that he can't.

The Golden Wheel Monk was truly unlucky; in the original story, he was hit by Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms as soon as he appeared.

Guo Jing hasn't made a move yet, but Wang Jiuling's palm strike is not easy to withstand.

Ouyang Feng still had some strength left after taking a palm strike from Wang Jiuling, but that was the Western Poison.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk had actually been rendered breathless by Wang Jiuling's palm strike, his blood and qi churning violently, and he was unable to move.

A metallic sweetness filled my throat, and I just couldn't swallow it.

If he were to speak, he would likely immediately lose his composure, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his injuries would worsen.

Yang Guo was very clever; he figured out the trick and hopped onto the stage.

"You old bald monk! Why aren't you saying anything? Move a little!"

Yang Guo, being a bit cheeky, started stroking the Golden Wheel Monk's bald head.

"Tsk tsk! Not bad!"

"You insisted on having my master come, and now that he's actually here, you're silent?"

"If you ask me, you shouldn't be the Mongolian National Preceptor anymore. What a load of rubbish! It's just something my master looked down on, and you're using it as a title!"

Yang Guo brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead with his finger, his arrogant demeanor almost causing Jinlun to lose his composure.

He suddenly jumped off the stage and squatted down next to the unconscious Huo Du.

Clap clap clap!

A large slap landed on Huo Du's face.

"Wake up! Your master has gone mute!! Feed—! Can you hear me?!"

This scene amused the people of the Central Plains, who burst into laughter, and even Guo Jing couldn't help but cover his mouth.

Just as the Golden Wheel Monk was about to suppress the blood, Yang Guo's anger caused him to lose his composure.

puff!

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Golden Wheel Monk helplessly closed his eyes.

We've lost. Utterly lost.

He traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains, full of ambition, but now he has suffered a complete defeat and has been beaten so badly that he has lost his bearings.

He came to help Kublai Khan wash away his shame, but instead of gaining face, he lost everything.

"The martial arts world of the Central Plains... truly harbors hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

"You've won today!"

The Golden Wheel Monk's confidence was greatly shaken; a Taoist priest who was not even twenty years old could easily defeat him.

There are also the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains and many other reclusive masters. Can he defeat them?

The martial arts world of the Central Plains is truly a deep and murky place...

When the Golden Wheel Monk conceded defeat, the crowd cheered and chanted Wang Jiuling's name.

Guo Jing stepped forward and patted Wang Jiuling's shoulder forcefully.

"Junior brother! We owe so much to you and Guo'er today!"

Wang Jiuling smiled and shook his head. "This concerns the prestige of the Central Plains martial arts world; it's only right!"

Just as everyone was celebrating, the Golden Wheel Monk looked at Wang Jiuling with apprehension, then turned to leave.

"Master Qingyang, Prince Kublai Khan asked me to pass on a message to you!"

"Your sword is still with him, and the prince wishes you to retrieve it yourself!"

"I take my leave!"

After saying that, he ordered his men to lift up the seriously injured and unconscious Huo Du, and then he tried to leave.

None of the heroes of the Central Plains intended to stop them, but Wang Jiuling was an exception. He flashed forward and stood directly in front of the Golden Wheel Monk and the others.

"The Imperial Advisor has come to participate in our Central Plains Martial Arts Conference, why didn't he bring any gifts?"

"Since you represent Mongolia, isn't that rather impolite?"

The Golden Wheel Monk was stunned, not expecting Wang Jiuling to block his way.

In times of war, it is customary not to kill envoys.

Even Guo Jing and the others were caught off guard. Seeing that Wang Jiuling's eyes were hostile and he seemed to want to keep Jinlun Fawang, Guo Jing quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Junior brother, do not act rashly. A soldier just reported that the Mongol army near Dasheng Pass is being mobilized."

"They represent the Mongols. In war, envoys are not to be killed. If you kill them here, the Mongols will likely use this as a reason to turn against you!"

This cannot be said to be because Guo Jing was weak; it is simply that the Song Dynasty had been weak for a long time and had no say in this matter.

"Our most urgent task is to elect a leader of the martial arts alliance so that we can all go to Xiangyang to fight against the Mongol army!"

Other experts also gathered around.

"Calm down, real person!"

"Calm down, real person!"

Wang Jiuling took a deep breath, nodded, and snorted coldly. He had some plans in mind.

As the Golden Wheel Monk turned around and Guo Jing and the others celebrated, Wang Jiuling beckoned Lu Qingdu over.

"Qingdu, your martial uncle has asked you for a favor!"

"You in a moment..."

Lu Qingdu didn't know what his martial uncle was going to do, but he nodded nonetheless.

Wang Jiuling spoke up, stopping the Golden Wheel Dharma King who had already reached the door.

"Imperial Preceptor, wait!"

"You've come from afar, and now that you're leaving, it wouldn't be right for us not to see you off!"

"Qingdu, go see the Imperial Preceptor off! Remember to come back early!"

The Golden Wheel Monk didn't know what Wang Jiuling was up to, but he couldn't refuse. Guo Jing and the others also thought that Wang Jiuling was just being polite.

"Junior brother is so thoughtful!"

"Yes! The master is so courteous and doesn't hold grudges. Who in the martial arts world would say he holds a grudge?"

That's utter nonsense!

Lu Qingdu's eyes darted around, and he immediately nodded. "Don't worry, Uncle-Master!"