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

When Wang Jiuling uttered the words "Ci'en" and "Qiu Qianren," Kong Jian's expression changed completely.

He turned his head and saw Wang Jiuling's ambiguous smile.

"you!"

"You! How do you know about him...?"

"Do you know him?"

Kong Jian pointed at Wang Jiuling, his face filled with shock, and he spoke incoherently.

Wang Jiuling stepped forward, his tone calm yet undeniably authoritative: "Please enlighten me, Master."

Wang Jiuling had already confirmed the man's identity when he fought with the mad monk at the inn that day.

First and foremost is skill.

A person who had been starving for several days, after just eating some food, was able to withstand 30% of his palm strike and still hold his own.

His internal strength was in no way inferior to Wang Jiuling's.

You can count the number of experts at this level on your fingers.

Then there's the mad monk's palm strike, which is clearly the Iron Palm Technique. Wang Jiuling had studied the Iron Palm Technique's method of circulating energy.

Having given guidance to Wanyan Ping and Gongsun Lü'e, he was naturally very familiar with them.

Moreover, the mad monk's Iron Palm technique was incredibly skillful, clearly a mastered palm technique.

Moreover, the mad monk's footwork was also incredibly skillful.

Therefore, this person has only one identity.

Iron Palm Floats on Water, Qiu Qianren.

However, Qiu Qianren was so eccentric that it was impossible to communicate with him.

At this moment, the camel leader and the others also sensed that something was wrong. They stopped their camels and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Taoist Master, Grandmaster, you..."

Kongjian was flustered at this moment, but he quickly calmed down.

"Fellow Daoist, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

"Besides, whatever his Dharma name or identity may be, it's ultimately none of your business, so why ask so many questions?"

"Our goal is the same: to cross the desert. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could live together peacefully?"

Wang Jiuling shook his head again: "This matter is of great importance; please enlighten me, Master!"

If Qiu Qianren hadn't been so insane that he couldn't communicate, Wang Jiuling would have already taken action.

Wang Jiuling had long seen that Kongjian appeared to be a compassionate monk.

But he never told the truth, and his martial arts moves were vicious and ruthless.

Whether it was when he clashed with that group of martial arts practitioners or when he subdued the crazed Qiu Qianren, Kong Jian seemed to be holding back at every turn, but it was more like he was deliberately putting on an act for Wang Jiuling's benefit.

Martial arts techniques are not necessarily about using large, sweeping movements.

However, even with the same martial arts, those who use unorthodox or heretical methods will show differences in their techniques from the moment they begin.

Like the Destruction Claw from the Nine Yin Manual, it is clearly a powerful Taoist martial art, but Mei Chaofeng has made it look like a ghost.

This is what emptiness sees.

His bone-dislocating techniques are all ruthless and vicious.

"Fellow Daoist, do you really intend to force me like this?"

Kongjian's eyes narrowed, and the compassion on his face began to fade.

Wang Jiuling did not give an inch, his true energy began to circulate throughout his body, and his robes fluttered in the wind.

Wang Jiuling had no liking for Qiu Qianren and didn't care about his life or death at all.

But since Qiu Qianren left Dali, he must have gone with Master Yideng.

When Master Yideng left Zhongnan Mountain, he said he was going to investigate the matter of Patriarch Chongyang.

Wang Jiuling's investigation pointed to the Western Regions.

It's such a coincidence that Qiu Qianren is here again.

Moreover, the fact that his tongue had been cut out indicates that he must have encountered something bad.

What about Master Yideng?

Could we encounter any danger? And could it be related to Patriarch Chongyang?

"Today I must know the truth. If you insist on not telling me, Master, I also know a little about martial arts."

Kong Jian's expression changed rapidly. He cursed his bad luck inwardly. He had only wanted to find a skilled companion, as he was in a hurry to cross the desert.

At the time, Wang Jiuling appeared polite and upright, so I assumed he was a decent person.

Who knew this guy was such a jinx!

What bad luck!

"Hmph! How arrogant!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Kong Jian's face hardened, and he took the initiative to strike. His footwork was strange, and his right hand clawed fiercely at Wang Jiuling's shoulder.

The two finally fell out.

Wang Jiuling dodged the claw by sidestepping, only to see another hand already reaching for his throat.

The next second, bang!

Wang Jiuling's true energy surged, sending Kong Jian flying. Kong Jian was shocked by the terrifying power of Wang Jiuling's true energy. At the same time, he quickly reached out with both hands and moved his feet with strange footwork to approach Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling squinted.

This claw technique reminded him of the Dragon Claw Technique that Wang Jiuling had seen when he sparred with masters in the mountains at Shaolin Temple.

However, while Kongjian's "Dragon Claw Kung Fu" looks similar, its techniques are somewhat different from those of Shaolin.

As he waved his hands, a chilling wind blew and a cold light emanated from him.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Kong Jian's claws kept reaching out, attacking Wang Jiuling all around.

He knew the power of Wang Jiuling's palm strike, so he didn't fight Wang Jiuling head-on.

But his fancy attacks were no match even for Qiu Qianren, who was starving, so how could he possibly defeat Wang Jiuling?

boom!

Kong Jian was about to grab Wang Jiuling's collarbone with a claw when Wang Jiuling turned around and struck him with a palm, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and stagger back several steps before regaining his balance.

He clutched his chest, staring intently at Wang Jiuling.

"A master like you is rare in this world! I've unexpectedly encountered one!"

Wang Jiuling flicked his sleeve, shaking off the dust.

"Tell me, you are no match for me."

Kong Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Fine! I'll tell you..."

He lowered his head, a sinister glint in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he struck Qiu Qianren on the camel beside him with palm strikes.

"I'm telling you!!"

The next second, Kong Jian saw a blur before his eyes, and Wang Jiuling appeared in front of him, blocking Qiu Qianren's path.

But a smile appeared on Sorami's lips.

A mechanism in his sleeve below his palm was triggered, spewing out a cloud of gray mist that rushed straight towards Wang Jiuling's face.

Then, with a swift movement, he attempted to circle around from the side.

"This poison of mine is made from twelve kinds of poisonous insects from the Western Regions. You are doomed!"

"You filthy Taoist priest! You insist on making this humble monk kill you!"

"Do you think this humble monk wouldn't dare to take you along without some skill?"

Kong Jian's lips curled up in a smile.

Behind them, Boss Tuo and the others looked shocked, unsure of whom to help and too afraid to approach.

But the two Mongolian men whom Wang Jiuling had saved, upon seeing this scene, drew their swords and charged at Kong Jian. "Avrakh myna!"

Zhao Xiaoer was also eager to try, but Zhao Dachun grabbed him and held him down. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Uncle! Let me go!"

On the other side, two Mongolian men swung their knives at Kong Jian, but he easily dodged them.

Just as Kong Jian was dodging the blade, Wang Jiuling behind him was circulating his true energy, already expelling the poison.

This poison is indeed potent; Wang Jiuling has already used his protective inner energy to disperse most of it.

But when that last bit of poison gas hit him, Wang Jiuling felt a mix of "sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, fishy, ​​and salty" flavors rush into his nasal cavity, stinging his trachea painfully.

And it kept drilling into Wang Jiuling's seven orifices.

If an ordinary person were to take that blow head-on, it would probably be quite bad.

However, Kong Jian underestimated Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling's Nine Yang Divine Skill protected his body. At this moment, the poison gas entered his body, but it was constantly locked in by his true energy.

Within just a few breaths, Wang Jiuling felt a tingling sensation throughout his body's major acupoints, and the poison gas was expelled at an extremely fast speed.

At that moment, Kong Jian had just driven back one Mongolian man and was still dealing with another when he turned around and found Wang Jiuling with a ruddy complexion and steady breathing, staring intently at him.

Kong Jian was immediately horrified.

"What???"