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

Sunlight filters through the bamboo forest, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Where Yang Guo couldn't see, Wang Jiuling watched the two of them leave.

"You brat...you'd better stay true to yourself..."

With a sigh, Wang Jiuling closed his eyes.

After a long while, he turned to look into the depths of the bamboo forest, where a fragrance wafted.

Wang Jiuling was not surprised, but instead followed the direction from which the fragrance was coming.

Deep in the bamboo forest, an old beggar dressed in tattered clothes squatted on the ground, holding a freshly roasted chicken in his hands, peeling off the chicken's rear end.

The old beggar turned around, exchanged a glance with Wang Jiuling, and then went back to eating his chicken butt.

"You managed to spot that old beggar from this far away? Judging by your attire, you must be Qingyangzi, right?"

Wang Jiuling walked over, clasped his hands in greeting to the old beggar, and then immediately noticed Hong Qigong's missing index finger.

"It is indeed I, senior. You must be... Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar?"

It is truly an honor to meet you today, senior!

Hong Qigong didn't say anything, but reached out and handed a wine gourd to Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling reached out and caught it, but his expression turned serious.

Because Hong Qigong held the wine gourd tightly, even when he exerted a little force, the gourd did not budge.

Wang Jiuling smiled and began to circulate his inner energy.

A look of shock appeared in Hong Qigong's originally indifferent eyes, but he became even more interested.

An old man and a young man wrestled in the bamboo forest, their internal energy surging and causing a gentle breeze to rise around them.

The gourd trembled slightly, and the wine inside churned.

Hong Qigong was somewhat shocked by the depth and domineering nature of Wang Jiuling's internal strength.

Just then, Hong Qigong suddenly frowned. "Hmm?"

While he was distracted, Wang Jiuling took the opportunity to grab the wine gourd, sat down, and took a swig.

(Qiu Chuji and others also drank; that's how it was written in the original text.)

"The elder brother loved wine; it was as strong as fire, yet its flavor lingered long after swallowing."

Hong Qigong looked Wang Jiuling up and down, then narrowed his eyes.

"Oh...I see, you're the one who injured that old poisoner Ouyang Feng?"

Wang Jiuling wiped his mouth, returned the wine gourd, and nodded. "How did you know, senior?"

Hong Qigong looked at Wang Jiuling with even greater shock.

"The old beggar ran into him a while ago, but he was acting crazy and was injured."

"During my fight with him, I discovered a trace of powerful, external internal energy remaining at the point where his meridians were blocked. This energy should originate from the same source as yours!"

"Not bad, lad. At such a young age, you possess such profound internal strength, even managing to injure that old poison master?"

Wang Jiuling was not arrogant. "Senior, you flatter me. It's all just good luck."

Hong Qigong, however, put down the chicken that had lost its tail. "Whether it's an exaggeration or not, this old beggar will know once he tries it."

Let's see if you can hold onto your position as the leader of the martial arts world!

As Hong Qigong spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wang Jiuling's collar.

Wang Jiuling did not get up, but instead moved his body backward, causing Hong Qigong to miss his target.

But Hong Qigong followed closely and caught up immediately.

After exchanging a few blows, the two stood up at the same time. Hong Qigong reached out and took a thin bamboo stick in his hand.

Wang Jiuling also broke off a thin bamboo stick and used the Quanzhen Sword Technique to launch an attack on Hong Qigong.

Wang Jiuling gained some insights from his previous battle with the Western Poison, which enabled him to defeat Jinlun at the Heroes' Gathering.

But that guy has terrible mental fortitude; he runs away at the drop of a hat, so fighting him is really pointless.

Hong Qigong tested Wang Jiuling, and Wang Jiuling was also eager to spar with him.

Light and shadow danced among the bamboo grove, and bamboo leaves fell in the breeze.

The two used Quanzhen swordplay and Dog-Beating Stick Technique respectively, exchanging blows with each other.

Wang Jiuling was quite surprised by the Dog-Beating Stick Technique. He had encountered many opponents, but this was the first time he had seen such an exquisite technique.

Similarly, Wang Jiuling's swordsmanship also seemed incredible to Hong Qigong.

It's not that he hasn't seen the Quanzhen Sword Technique before.

However, Wang Jiuling's Quanzhen swordsmanship had a more casual feel to it.

Ordinary sword techniques always have flaws, but what makes Wang Jiuling's swordsmanship so terrifying is that you might mistake those for gaps or weaknesses.

But in reality, that flaw is also a move.

There is no fixed form of recruitment.

Snapped!

The bamboo sticks in their hands broke, but they reacted quickly and separated at the same time.

Hong Qigong's palms flew back and forth, producing a sound like a dragon's roar, and his internal energy made his tattered clothes flutter loudly.

Wang Jiuling drew circles with both hands, pressing his palms down. As his true energy surged, it seemed as if there were the sound of ocean waves.

The two struck out simultaneously.

Hong Qigong's "The Dragon Regrets" is different from Guo Jing's.

His palm strikes were pure Yang and extremely powerful, leaving room for maneuver. Each strike was deliberate and precise, unlike Guo Jing's, who could instantly add thirteen more strikes.

But it is even more fierce and unparalleled.

Wang Jiuling's palm technique was even simpler.

His Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm technique is actually just one move, but it brings out the "powerful and fierce" aspect to the extreme.

The two men's palms collided, and the resulting shockwaves snapped the surrounding bamboo in half.

Hong Qigong rotated his body backward to dissipate the force.

Wang Jiuling also stepped back, but further back than Hong Qigong.

But with a simple wave of his sleeves, he dissipated the remaining force.

This was the experience he gained after his last encounter with the Western Poison.

Hong Qigong picked up the wine pot, took a sip, and exclaimed that the young man was truly vigorous.

It hits the nail on the head.

"Kid, this old beggar has never seen a palm technique like yours before!"

But I still want to remind you of something.

"Too much rigidity leads to breakage!"

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in farewell, his mind still replaying the force of Hong Qigong's palm strike. "Thank you for the reminder, senior!"

Hong Qigong's serious face suddenly changed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe! But old beggars like it, young people need to have drive!"

This old beggar was really unconventional. He didn't care about Wang Jiuling's age and walked over to put his arm around Wang Jiuling's shoulder.

The oil from his hands got onto Wang Jiuling's shoulder.

"Senior, I just changed into my new Taoist robe..."

Hong Qigong, however, seemed not to have heard.

"Ahem! Come on, come on! Come with me to find Jing'er and Rong!"

Wang Jiuling gave a wry smile, shook his head helplessly, and followed.

Fearing being recognized and causing trouble, Hong Qigong pulled Wang Jiuling over the wall and went directly to find Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

This delighted Guo Jing and Huang Rong. "Hehe! Jing'er, Rong'er! Did you miss me?"

"Lord Qi! You've finally arrived!"

Guo Jing was overjoyed, and his distress over Yang Guo also eased somewhat.

Hong Qigong waved his hand.

"Ugh! Don't even mention it!"

"I heard about the Heroes' Gathering and originally planned to come, but I ran into that old madman, Western Poison, on the way!"

"That guy's acting crazy, he's been clinging to me and won't let go!"

"Luckily he was injured, otherwise the old beggar would have had a hard time shaking him off!"

As he spoke, he patted Wang Jiuling on the shoulder.

"Hehe! Thanks to you!"

"I met this kid in the bamboo forest earlier. We hit it off, so I sparred with him for a bit."

"This kid's martial arts are really good! Jing'er, you were no match for him at this age!"

Despite his advanced age, Hong Qigong's mindset is anything but old.

He was incredibly outgoing; even though he had only just met Wang Jiuling, he acted like they were old friends.

The atmosphere was very harmonious for a moment.

Huang Rong was quite surprised. Generally speaking, it was rare for Qi Gong to be so familiar with someone on the first meeting. It seemed that the old man must have heard of Wang Jiuling's great name long ago.

This is an expression of admiration for the younger generation.

As the group chatted and laughed, a knock came at the door, and Hong Qigong leaped onto the roof beam.

Huang Rong couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, looking towards the doorway.

"Come in!"

It turned out that a member of the Beggars' Sect had come looking for Huang Rong.

It turns out that Wang Jiuling had previously asked Huang Rong to have the Beggars' Sect disciples inquire about the "Datura Incense" for him.

Nowadays, Beggar Clan disciples come to report regularly.

After the Beggars' Sect disciples left, Huang Rong looked at Wang Jiuling.

"Master Wang, although there is no news yet, don't worry. I will have them inquire further."

Wang Jiuling nodded and cupped his hands in thanks. "I'm truly troubling Chief Huang!"

At that moment, Hong Qigong's head popped out from the roof beam above.

"Huh? The scent of datura?"