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

"Pockmarked Liu! Don't make false accusations!"

As soon as Zhao Xiaoer saw Ma Zi Liu, he immediately pointed at him and started cursing.

Ma Zi Liu ignored him and continued talking to Wang Jiuling:

"Master! Believe me! He belongs to this business! He's trying to swindle you!"

At that moment, a chubby man also came over.

"That's right! I, the Taoist priest, can vouch for it! This kid is notoriously wicked!"

Seeing Wang Jiuling being constantly persuaded by these two people, Zhao Xiaoer's face turned red with anger.

"I didn't! You're lying!"

"You're the liars!"

Zhao Xiaoer pointed at the two men, but he couldn't out-argue them.

Liu Mazi and Sangzi each uttered a sentence, and their voices were both louder than Zhao Xiaoer's.

Wang Jiuling frowned, unsure of whom to believe. His gaze swept over the three men.

At this moment, Pockmarked Liu had already walked over and reached out to pull Zhao Xiaoer over.

"Get out of here! I've already exposed you, and you still have the nerve to stay here??"

Zhao Xiaoer was young and was pushed backward. He was extremely anxious when he saw Wang Jiuling, who remained unmoved.

I didn't lie to you! I didn't lie to you!

I took your coins, I won't cheat you!

He was pushed further and further away, while Pockmarked Liu smiled and felt smug.

Just then.

"Wait a moment!"

When Wang Jiuling spoke, Pockmarked Liu turned around and saw Wang Jiuling slap the fat man's hand away and walk over.

"Master, don't believe him!"

Pockmarked Liu glared fiercely at Zhao Xiaoer, then turned back and spoke with a smile.

Wang Jiuling walked over and looked at Zhao Xiaoer, whose face was flushed, behind Ma Zi Liu.

Then he pointed to the shops across the street.

"What does this business mainly deal in?"

Pockmarked Liu paused for a moment. "Uh...this shop sells jewelry and fabrics!"

"Oh, Taoist priest, don't worry about that. They're swindlers anyway! This kid works for this trading company!"

Wang Jiuling snorted coldly, pointing at the sheepskin on Zhao Xiaoer's back.

"So you mean, this jewelry and fabric trading company, their people are selling sheepskins on the street?"

Upon hearing this, Pockmarked Liu was stunned.

He glanced awkwardly at Zhao Xiaoer, then at the trading company, and stammered, unable to speak.

"Uh! This...this..."

The hand gripping Zhao Xiaoer's shoulder tightened a little, causing Zhao Xiaoer to wince in pain.

Wang Jiuling's expression turned unfriendly.

He grabbed Pockmarked Liu's hand and forcefully pried it off Zhao Xiaoer's shoulder.

Pockmarked Liu felt an immense force coming from his wrist.

"what!"

He couldn't help but cry out in pain, feeling as if his bones were about to break. Then, Wang Jiuling flung him back five or six steps, and he landed hard on his backside.

His wrist was bright red, and his whole hand was numb.

Pockmarked Liu was covered in cold sweat. He looked at Wang Jiuling with disbelief on his face.

This Taoist priest's fingers looked fair and slender, but the strength he possessed was terrifying!

This guy's tough!

The fat man wanted to go forward, but Wang Jiuling turned around, and his cold gaze made the fat man stop in his tracks.

"Hehe! Just passing by! Just passing by!"

He turned and ran to help Pockmarked Liu up, and the two fled in panic.

Wang Jiuling ignored the two clowns and turned to look at Zhao Xiaoer.

Zhao Xiaoer was rubbing his shoulder, and he was quite surprised.

Just now, Wang Jiuling only flicked his wrist lightly, yet he sent a grown man flying five or six steps. That's amazing!

"Taoist Master! You! You're amazing!"

"Are you a martial arts master?"

Wang Jiuling thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "I suppose so?"

He glanced at the shop behind him. "I'll go exchange some money first!"

Wang Jiuling didn't actually care that much about being slaughtered; he just couldn't stand those two guys bullying the child.

Wang Jiuling thought to himself that this was a place he didn't know at all, and the border was, frankly speaking, a no-man's-land.

All the rules are shady and underhanded; it would be abnormal if you didn't get ripped off.

He was in a hurry to find Patriarch Chongyang and didn't have time to sort out the social order here.

At worst, we can find the founder and settle accounts with them when we return.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoer suddenly stopped him, his eyes shining brightly.

"Are you really a martial arts master?"

"Then it's free! Come with me!"

After saying that, he beckoned Wang Jiuling to follow. Wang Jiuling was a little curious, so he followed behind.

They soon arrived at a large compound.

Zhao Xiaoer pushed open the courtyard gate and shouted.

"Uncle! Come out quickly, Uncle!"

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man was settling a lame camel down. When he turned around and saw Zhao Xiaoer, he spoke in a rough voice.

"Waiter! Why are you back so soon? The sheepskins haven't sold yet; Boss Tuo will be angry when he gets back!"

Zhao Xiaoer pointed to Wang Jiuling, who followed in from behind.

"Uncle! I've found a martial arts master!"

"He's coming with us into the desert! I found him, and Boss Camel will definitely reward us!"

The middle-aged man was quite surprised.

"A martial arts master?" He looked at Wang Jiuling who was walking towards him.

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in greeting. "Hello, I heard from this young man that you have camel caravans that can cross the desert?"

"He said that if you have high martial arts skills, you can join us for free. I do have some shallow skills."

The middle-aged man scratched his head and looked him up and down.

"That's true, our caravan is short of a skilled driver, but the problem is you..."

The middle-aged man thought that although Wang Jiuling had an extraordinary demeanor, he must be quite young. What kind of master could he be?

"Uncle! He threw Pockmarked Liu away in one go! That's amazing!"

Upon hearing Zhao Xiaoer's words, the middle-aged man shook his head.

"I thought he was some kind of expert, just someone who beat up a thug. Waiter, Boss Tuo isn't looking for just any expert!"

Zhao Xiaoer quickly looked at Wang Jiuling. "But he said he's a martial arts master!"

Wang Jiuling's smile remained unchanged. "This humble Taoist, Qingyangzi, does possess some martial arts skills!"

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man had never heard of Wang Jiuling. Seeing that Wang Jiuling was not very old, he slapped Zhao Xiaoer on the back of the head.

"You believe him just because he says he's a martial arts master?"

"Your uncle is some kind of celestial being descended to earth, believe it or not? Hurry up and go sell the sheepskins!"

Zhao Xiaoer covered the back of his head and grinned.

"He doesn't seem like a conman to me!"

Wang Jiuling gave his name for the first time, but it was no use. He was a little helpless and was about to say something.

Then they heard a noise coming from outside the courtyard.

"Hurry, hurry!"

An old man with a mustache and a bald monk in robes led several burly men in.

Several burly men were also pulling a wooden cart.

The wooden cart had an iron cage on top, and inside was someone I didn't know.

Zhao Xiaoer and his uncle quickly went to greet them.

"Boss Camel, you're back!"

The old man with the mustache who was leading the group clearly did not look like a Han Chinese; he looked more like a Uyghur.

At that moment, he saw Zhao Xiaoer and the sheepskin on his back.

He kicked Zhao Xiaoer directly, knocking him to the ground.

"I asked you to sell a sheepskin, and you're still here? Trying to freeload?"

Zhao Xiaoer fell to the ground, and his uncle rushed over.

"Boss Camel, that's not how it is!"

He pointed in Wang Jiuling's direction. "That man said he was a master, and Xiao Er wanted to help our caravan, so he brought him back!"

Wang Jiuling frowned slightly as he looked at Zhao Xiaoer, who was getting up from the ground, covered in mud but not daring to resist.

Then he looked up and met the eyes of the camel boss.

Camel Boss narrowed his eyes and quickly sized up Wang Jiuling, his expression gradually shifting from surprise to disdain.