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

Wang Jiuling took a sniff and noticed that Ma Guangzuo still smelled of alcohol. He immediately doubted whether this would work.

But then he thought again, he was unfamiliar with the Western Regions, and finding a random translator might not be as reliable as finding someone he knew, Ma Guangzuo.

Moreover, this guy is skilled in martial arts, so he's not a burden.

So he nodded and took out the silver.

"Alright, since you're willing, then I'll hire you."

Ma Guangzuo's eyes widened. "Hey! I helped you because you helped me, so don't look down on me!"

"I'm going to many places, it will take a long time, and I might even encounter danger. Are you sure you don't want money?" Wang Jiuling waved the silver in his hand.

Ma Guangzuo didn't care at all and patted his chest.

"In your Central Plains dialect, a real man's word is his bond!"

Wang Jiuling had no choice but to put the silver away.

He found a translator, so Iron Falcon no longer needed to work hard, and immediately said goodbye to Iron Falcon.

"Qingyangzi, where are we going?"

"Khotan".

"Hey, why are you bringing someone who doesn't say anything? Hey bro, where are you from? You..."

"Don't touch him!"

Ma Guangzuo was very curious about Qiu Qianren and almost went up to put his arm around him, which startled Wang Jiuling, who quickly pulled him back.

"By the way, you're from the Western Regions, do you know Master Fazhuang?"

Ma Guangzuo was pulled back, but he didn't care much. When he heard Wang Jiuling's question, he scratched his head and thought.

"Dharma Banner Master? That sounds familiar..."

After thinking for a long time, Ma Guangzuo told Wang Jiuling that ten years ago, there was indeed such a high-ranking monk in the Western Regions who frequently traveled around, was proficient in Buddhism, and had a considerable reputation for good deeds.

"Later I heard he disappeared, I don't know where he went..."

At the time, there were also some wealthy people who wanted to work for him.

"However, I've been away from the Western Regions for quite some time, only returning half a year ago. I don't know if he's reappeared in all these years!"

Wang Jiuling then asked him about the Silent Valley, but this time, Ma Guangzuo had no idea.

Wang Jiuling could only follow the route taken by Zen Master Kudu years ago, asking around along the way. But what troubled him was that this Master Fachuang was quite famous.

Many people in the Western Regions believed in Buddhism, and they did indeed learn a lot of information.

Most of them are from ten years ago.

In the last decade, most of the news about Master Fachuang has been legends, some of which are unfounded.

As for Silent Valley, it cannot be found at all.

This left Wang Jiuling somewhat at a loss.

Fortunately, Ma Guangzuo had traveled all over the country and knew quite a lot. On this day, they arrived at Mount Abuhan.

Ma Guangzuo remembered something and reminded Wang Jiuling:

"Oh, by the way, Qingyangzi, aren't you from the Quanzhen Sect?"

"I remember there was a Taoist temple of your Quanzhen School in Zhenhai City of Abuhan Mountain, what was it called... uh... Qi something temple?"

"It's been so many years anyway, why don't we go ask them?"

This surprised Wang Jiuling somewhat, as he had never heard of them having any influence in the Western Regions.

After asking around, they actually found the Taoist temple in Zhenhai City.

It was originally called "Qixia Temple".

Moreover, the temple did not appear dilapidated; people were coming and going.

"What? You're from the Quanzhen Sect? I've never seen you before!"

The young Taoist boy guarding the gate was a Han Chinese, and he seemed quite surprised to see Wang Jiuling's attire and appearance.

"Indeed, please inform them!"

The young Taoist boy ran inside, and soon Wang Jiuling saw two middle-aged Taoists being led out quickly by the boy.

They were dressed in Taoist robes, and judging from the style, they were indeed from the Quanzhen School.

Upon seeing Wang Jiuling's attire, the two men were immediately taken aback and bowed respectfully. "Sir, are you a member of our Quanzhen Sect?"

Wang Jiuling also cupped his hands in return.

"I am Wang Jiuling, and my Taoist name is Qingyangzi."

"I came from Zhongnan Mountain; I am a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen School, and my master is Wang Chuyi."

Upon hearing this, the two Taoist priests frowned, for they clearly saw the purple ribbon hanging from Wang Jiuling's waist.

Furthermore, upon seeing Wang Jiuling's Taoist robe, it did not resemble the robe worn by the third-generation disciples of Quanzhen in my memory.

Seeing that he was too young, I had some doubts for a moment.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming.

"I see. Please come in and talk!"

They invited Wang Jiuling and the other two into the Taoist temple, and instructed the young Taoist to close the door and refuse visitors.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw many disciples of Qixia Temple appear and quickly surrounded the courtyard.

"Hmph! So young and already so degenerate, trying to swindle our Qixia Temple? Do you think we're stupid?"

The two middle-aged Taoist priests, their kind faces gone, drew their swords and pointed them at Wang Jiuling and his two companions.

Wang Jiuling raised an eyebrow.

When Ma Guangzu saw that things were not going well, he stepped forward.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is Master Qingyang of your Quanzhen Sect!"

The two Taoist priests, however, started cursing at Wang Jiuling.

"You audacious madman!"

"You're so young, yet you claim to be a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen School! That's one thing!"

The older Taoist priest pointed at Wang Jiuling's waist and narrowed his eyes.

"You still dare to wear the purple sash on a real person?"

Do you know what the purple ribbon represents? Do you know what the words "True Person" mean?

"Speak! Who are you?!"

The two Taoist priests were so angry that their faces turned red.

"For so many years, no one from Zhongnan Mountain has come to Qixia Temple. I thought I had met a fellow disciple today, but it turns out he's a fraud!!"

"Disciples, cover our retreat! Don't let him escape!"

Before Wang Jiuling could explain, the two men drew their swords and charged directly at him.

Wang Jiuling could tell that these two were extraordinary as soon as they made their move.

He grabbed Ma Guangzuo, who was about to step forward, and then darted forward to meet him.

The two Taoists immediately used the Quanzhen Sword Technique, their feet treading the Golden Goose Skill, moving at an extremely fast speed, clearly demonstrating considerable internal strength.

But when it comes to Quanzhen martial arts, Wang Jiuling is no longer sleepy.

He did not draw his sword, but held the longsword in his hand, using the scabbard to defend himself.

The two Taoist priests snorted coldly, and one immediately used "Small Oars and Light Boat" while the other used "Spring's Fading Beauty".

Their Quanzhen swordsmanship is extremely skillful; in terms of swordsmanship alone, even Zhen Zhibing is probably inferior to them.

"You dare to swindle people without even asking what kind of martial arts this Taoist master possesses!"

Faced with the two men's attacks, Wang Jiuling chose to use the Quanzhen Sword Technique as well.

He started with the Dingyang Needle, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and the innate Nine Yang True Qi attached itself to the sword sheath.

Just by standing there, the pupils of the two middle-aged Taoist priests shrank.

"A 'yang-stabilizing needle'?!"

The next second, the two swords arrived, but Wang Jiuling immediately deflected one of them with a scabbard.

Wang Jiuling's Dingyang Needle technique was no longer bound by any particular move or style. As soon as he finished his initial stance, it transformed into a vast expanse of water and stabbed towards another person.

fast!

too fast!

That's unbelievably fast!

The middle-aged Taoist was shocked. He had clearly made the first move and gained the upper hand, but Wang Jiuling's sword sheath had struck first and swept towards his face.

That was "vast expanse of blue waves." It was clearly just a sword sheath, but the sharp sword energy on it caused the middle-aged Taoist priest's expression to change drastically.

He could only sheathe his sword and retreat using the Golden Goose Technique.

At the same time, the middle-aged Taoist priest whose longsword had been deflected by the scabbard quickly thrust his own sword out. "Junior brother, be careful!"

He thrust his sword toward Wang Jiuling's right shoulder.

This was the flaw that Cangbo Wanqing should have had; he was too familiar with the Quanzhen Swordplay and knew how to solve the problem.

But the next second, before his sword tip could even get close to Wang Jiuling, he saw that what he saw as a "flaw" quickly turned into another sword move.

The moon shines brightly!

Wang Jiuling flicked his longsword at an incredible angle with his right hand, and the scabbard was already striking the middle-aged Taoist's wrist.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was terrified and dodged, nearly dropping his long sword. He could only retreat by using the Golden Goose Technique.

However, Wang Jiuling's move "The Moon Shines Brightly" has become "Sealing the Throat from Ten Thousand Miles Away".

The middle-aged Taoist priest's Golden Goose Skill was highly proficient, but Wang Jiuling's Golden Goose Skill was "terrifying".

The middle-aged Taoist priest lightly touched the ground with his feet and leaped more than ten feet into the air. But when he looked up, Wang Jiuling was already above him, and the sword sheath was aimed straight at his face!

Two middle-aged Taoist priests: ? ? ? !!