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

Enraged by Wang Jiuling, the mad monk went completely berserk, pulling the two burly Mongolian men who were holding him in front of him.

It was thrown directly at Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling quickly dodged, and Kong Jian, seeing that Wang Jiuling was also forced back by the shock, was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else and suddenly stepped forward to grab the mad monk.

His martial arts style is unlike that of the Central Plains.

With both hands intertwined, she instantly locked the mad monk's arm, while her other hand squeezed so hard that the mad monk's knuckles cracked.

"roar!"

The mad monk, in pain, turned and struck Kongjian with his palm, but Kongjian slipped away.

However, this mad monk's footwork was also quite formidable; he quickly entangled Kong Jian, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The two fought for a short while and reached the stairs, quickly making their way down to the ground floor.

"Fellow Daoist! Help me!"

The commotion had already attracted everyone's attention, and Timur and the other Mongol soldiers stood up, looking on guard.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Jiuling snorted coldly and channeled his inner energy.

At that moment, upon hearing Wang Jiuling's voice, Kong Jian inexplicably recalled Wang Jiuling's astonishing palm strike at Qinghai Lake.

He broke out in a cold sweat and quickly dodged away.

Then Wang Jiuling pushed off the ground and jumped down from the second floor.

His right hand was already full of true energy, and he struck down at the mad monk with a palm strike.

The mad monk, disregarding everything, roared and slammed both palms at Wang Jiuling.

His internal energy was profound and powerful, not inferior to that of Wang Jiuling.

But he had been starving for too long, and his constitution was somewhat weak.

boom!

The two men faced each other with their palms clashing.

The floor tiles beneath the mad monk's feet cracked instantly, and the surrounding tables, chairs, and benches were blown over by the powerful internal energy.

Although it was difficult for Wang Jiuling to gain leverage while in the air, he still used his own weight and added the "thousand-pound drop" technique.

In the end, the mad monk was struck by a palm and fell backward to the ground. He was so weak that blood spilled from his mouth.

As Wang Jiuling's robes fluttered, he landed gracefully, took two steps back, and then waved his sleeves to dissipate the force.

At this moment, the iron hawk tumbled down and, together with several Mongolian men, pinned the mad monk down, grabbed the iron chains, and wrapped them around the mad monk's body.

The mad monk had been beaten to exhaustion by Wang Jiuling and was being dragged along by them.

Only then did the Boss Camel and his men on the second floor dare to show their faces.

The horror in Kong Jian's eyes was about to overflow.

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper shrank back, his hat askew with fear.

Other customers collectively stepped back, and even Timur's eyelids twitched wildly as he stared in shock at the cracked, spiderweb-like floor tiles in front of him.

And there was the overturned wine bowl on the table in front of him.

Wang Jiuling quickly regulated his somewhat disordered internal energy and stepped forward to press the mad monk's acupoints.

The inn had never been so quiet. Even Timur, who had been the most arrogant before, was now completely silent.

After watching Wang Jiuling have the others take the mad monk upstairs, he and Camel Boss went to find the innkeeper.

The inn lobby then became noisy again.

Everyone was talking about it in surprise.

"Is this even human? If that palm strike had hit me, I think I'd be cracked open! How could that chained person even stand up?!"

"Who is this master? I've never seen him around here before?"

"Yes! They're probably no less skilled than the legendary Five Greats of the Central Plains, are they?"

"Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear you! Talking about such a powerful person, do you want to die?"

"Hurry up! Let's go! Don't stay here! Go back to your room!"

This time, very few people dared to stay in the hall.

Timur and his men exchanged a glance.

"Chief...should...should we take charge?" An officer beside him was still in shock.

Timur squinted, then finally shook his head.

Wang Jiuling was clearly the most low-key one; he never tried to show off from the moment he entered the room.

But God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

First, he was tested by the inn, then he went on a killing spree in public, and now he silenced everyone with a single palm strike.

He had no choice but to take action.

After leaving some silver with the shopkeeper, Wang Jiuling and Tuo Laoda went upstairs.

Several Mongolian men, including Iron Falcon, were injured.

Especially those two who were knocked downstairs, if Wang Jiuling hadn't caught them, they probably would have broken their bones.

Upon seeing Wang Jiuling, they immediately bowed to him, and the camel keeper translated for them, saying they were thanking him for saving their lives.

Wang Jiuling waved his hand, not caring about it.

He was simply curious as to why the mad monk had suddenly gone mad. After investigating, he guessed that the monk had eaten a lot of food and regained his strength.

The camel boss was so frightened that his back was tingling.

This mad monk, they could control him when he was hungry, but after eating, he's become this powerful?

No wonder Kong Jian gave him so much money?

That's too dangerous!

If it weren't for Zhao Xiaoer finding the expert Wang Jiuling to help him, who could have stopped the Mad Monk in this situation?

Camel Boss had even started to consider backing down.

Kong looked very unwell and pulled the camel leader aside, urging him to make sure to arrange for a few men to keep an eye on things.

"They're so careless! Boss Tuo, I gave you so much money, yet your people are so irresponsible."

We haven't even entered the desert yet! How can this humble monk feel at ease?

Wang Jiuling stood not far away, silently watching Kong Jian's direction. Kong Jian felt Wang Jiuling's gaze, turned around, and then immediately turned his head away again, his eyes revealing a guilty conscience.

A glint flashed in Wang Jiuling's eyes.

From the mad monk's palm strike, Wang Jiuling had already roughly guessed who this person was...

...

After nightfall, in the inn's cellar.

"No! No!"

"Didn't you see his martial arts skills? Is he even human? How are we supposed to deal with him?"

The shopkeeper's face was pale, and in front of him were the waiters, including Rolling Dragon.

"You can earn money, but you also need to be alive to spend it!"

As he spoke, he looked at the person sitting in the main seat.

Timur.

This guy was actually in cahoots with this shady shop all along.

"That man's martial arts skills are beyond what ordinary masters can match; he's simply not someone we can handle!" the shopkeeper sighed.

Timur tapped his fingers on the armrest.

"fart!

Do you know how much risk I took to convince the steward and the prosecutor to order the station closed?

It's all so that they can gather at your private shop, pull off a big heist, and avoid being investigated!

How much risk did I take? You're quitting now? Do you want to die?

Timur recalled Wang Jiuling's astonishing martial arts skills, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.

"We were planning to make our move tonight, but this uninvited guest has interrupted us. I didn't bring many men, and I'm not confident..."

At this moment, the rolling dragon's eyes rolled.

"Commander! How about we wait until the sandstorm subsides, then poison their camels so they can't leave for a while?"

"The commander will take the opportunity to send someone to lead the army over and surround the inn. In the end, won't the commander be in charge?"

You just say they're a rebel party!

"Anyway, this isn't a post station, and they didn't leave any official documents! They've died for nothing!"

"Then we'll hide in the cellar, trap them in the inn, and unleash a barrage of arrows. No martial arts master will be of any use then!"

Timur's eyes lit up.

Yeah, if we don't have enough of our own men, then we'll just wait until the sandstorm stops before calling for more. What good is your martial arts skill? Can you possibly defeat my army?

I can send two hundred men over and turn you into a pincushion with crossbows!

At this moment, the shopkeeper suddenly shook his head.

"Thousand households! This won't do!"

"That Taoist's martial arts skills are truly unfathomable! Besides, they all have experience in the martial world; they're not so easily fooled!"

"What if things go wrong and make things worse..."

Timur was about to say something when a subordinate came to report that a person suspected to be a wanted criminal had been found at the inn.

Timur left first.

"Manager! In the past, when the inn was open, our business was never this good!" Rolling Dragon advised the manager.

"The profits all go to our competitors behind the mountain; we can't control anyone!"

"This is such a rare opportunity! That Taoist priest is skilled in martial arts, but the more skilled he is, the more it means they've got a lot of money on this trip! If they pull off one, they won't have to eat dirt here anymore!"

"With Timur the Commander-in-Chief, what are you afraid of?"

Rolling Dragon became increasingly envious as he spoke, and the other guys were also swayed by his words.

The shopkeeper was furious.

These idiots!

It was precisely because Timur was there that he was most worried!

How dare they be on equal footing with a dignified commander? They're just being used.

The more money Timur made from this heist, the more he feared they would leak the news, and the faster they would die!

The shopkeeper didn't dare say these words to their faces; he simply waved his hand.

"No! I disagree! We need to find a way to refuse him!"

"Don't forget, I'm the boss! I've been the one leading you all to wealth all these years!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Behind them, Rolling Dragon and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction.