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

When Wang Jiuling turned around and questioned the two monks in plain clothes, a sinister glint flashed in Huanxi Miler's eyes.

He looked at the two monks in plain clothes, and clasped his hands together. "Amitabha! My two junior disciples, how is your master?"

Meanwhile, the Tibetan monks around him had begun chanting scriptures at some point.

The chanting was so eerie that even the simple-minded Ma Guangzu's eyes turned red upon first hearing it.

"So you're in cahoots with this old monk?"

Even Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang looked at the two monks in plain clothes with suspicion.

Seeing the looks on everyone's faces, the two monks in plain clothes wanted to explain, but they didn't know how to say it.

Behind him, Huanxi Miller laughed, his wrinkles deepening. He began to circulate the Northern Darkness True Qi throughout his body and slowly took a step.

Wang Jiuling looked at the two monks in plain clothes, raised his hand, and unleashed a burst of palm power.

They were about to attack the two monks.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the air, and the monk in plain clothes covered his ears, his face contorted in pain. "Layman! This chanting..."

Joyful Miller's gaze sharpened, and he was about to make his move.

But the next second, Wang Jiuling suddenly turned around, and with all his might, he struck Huanxi Miler behind him with his palm, which was filled with true energy.

The palm strike was too sudden. Huanxi Miller's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly used his Northern Darkness True Qi to defend against it.

As soon as Wang Jiuling struck with his left palm, his right palm followed in quick succession, unleashing wave after wave of palm strikes that caught Huanxi Miler off guard.

"Layman! Stop interrupting his chanting!"

The two monks in plain clothes covered their ears and shouted in unison.

Meanwhile, Ma Guangzuo, his eyes bloodshot, brandished his knife and slashed at the two monks. "So! Qingyangzi trusted you so much, and now you're evil too?!"

Fang Tianlao and his companion realized something was wrong and sat down to meditate and chant Buddhist scriptures, but they could only keep their minds focused and had no time to think about anything else.

The two monks in plain clothes were affected by the chanting, their faces contorted in pain, and they could barely dodge Ma Guangzuo's knife.

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Before he knew it, Ma Guangzuo slashed open his monk's robe with a single stroke, and Ma Guangzuo acted like a madman, showing no mercy.

Wang Jiuling observed this and thought to himself that Huanxi Miller, who seemed crazy before, was actually a cunning old fox.

Knowing they are difficult to deal with, they first sow discord.

The behavior of the two monks in plain clothes suggests that there is more to the story, but Wang Jiuling can still tell whether these two monks are evil people or not.

Although he's a bit stubborn and inflexible, he's definitely not the same kind of person as this cheerful Miller.

As for Master Fachuang?

If Wang Jiuling couldn't trust others, could he not trust Master Yideng's choice?

However, Wang Jiuling did not pay attention to Ma Guangzuo at this moment. Instead, taking advantage of the fact that Huanxi Miler had been forced back by his two palms, he went directly to the disciples behind him.

Huanxi Miller's eyes widened as the Northern Darkness True Qi continuously neutralized Wang Jiuling's palm strike.

The Northern Darkness True Qi was as vast as the ocean, and even more strangely, the chanting suddenly changed.

"Ami no Na Pomi Ma..."

The drumbeats made of human skin became even more rapid.

Under the influence of this chanting, Milarepa's vital energy seemed to receive a boost.

Wang Jiuling had just beheaded a Tibetan monk with a single sword strike when he felt a tremendous force sweeping towards him from behind.

His two palms, which were filled with true energy, were actually neutralized by Huanxi Miler.

At that moment, Huanxi Miller struck Wang Jiuling on the shoulder with a palm strike.

The innate Nine Yang True Qi automatically protected its master, deflecting Huanxi Miler's palm strike. However, Huanxi Miler's Northern Darkness True Qi was too powerful, and Wang Jiuling was still shaken, causing his blood and qi to surge.

Huanxi Miller was also repelled by Wang Jiuling's true energy.

In just this one move, two Tibetan monks had already died by Wang Jiuling's sword.

Wang Jiuling moved swiftly, escaping Huanxi Miller's attack range.

At this moment, the chanting changed its rhythm, greatly reducing its deceptive effect, and Ma Guangzuo finally regained his senses.

Looking at the plain-clothed monk who had been forced into such a sorry state, he was momentarily at a loss as to what had happened.

"Brother Ma, you deal with these Tibetan monks!"

Feeling the surging blood and qi within his body, Wang Jiuling's expression turned solemn.

This Joyful Milarepa has profound inner strength, and his chanting is truly strange.

Previously, when he sparred with him, he hadn't suffered much of a loss, but under the blessing of this chanting, the strength of Joyful Milarepa's true energy seemed to have suddenly increased to a higher level.

We cannot allow this chanting to continue, otherwise we may find it difficult to deal with today.

Qiu Qianren was immobilized by acupressure and left outside Wuduo Temple. Now, Wang Jiuling finally understood why Master Yideng did not keep Qiu Qianren.

If Qiu Qianren were affected by this chanting, who knows what might happen?

With many thoughts flashing through his mind, Wang Jiuling headed towards Huanxi Miler.

He could no longer allow this chanting to mislead others.

Ma Guangzuo didn't know what had happened, but upon hearing Wang Jiuling's words, he grabbed his knife and charged towards the group of Tibetan monks, with Fang Tianlao and his fellow disciples following closely behind.

The two monks, dressed in plain clothes, still bore the knife wounds inflicted by Ma Guangzuo, but they gritted their teeth and went to help.

Wang Jiuling swept his longsword across, but Huanxi Miler dared to catch it with both hands.

It was unclear what kind of palm technique he used, but with his hands flashing, he was able to continuously attack Wang Jiuling's sword-wielding hand.

Several times, he almost grabbed Wang Jiuling's wrist, but was repelled by Wang Jiuling's protective true energy.

"What kind of martial arts are you practicing? With just innate skill, your internal energy couldn't be this profound!"

The more Miller fought, the more he felt something was wrong.

Even if he encountered Yideng, he could still make the other party suffer a minor loss by relying on the Northern Darkness True Qi that he had accumulated over countless years.

At that time, Master Yideng did not know that he could absorb internal energy, and he was able to absorb some of his internal energy when he was not paying attention.

But the innate true energy of this junior in front of me is truly strange.

Huanxi Miller could clearly sense that Wang Jiuling's innate skill had not reached its full potential and was not as good as Wang Chongyang's back then.

But he couldn't seem to suck it in properly?

Even if some is sucked in, can it still suck back in?

This truly shocked Miller.

"It's a pity my body is too old! If my body could return to twenty years ago, you wouldn't have been able to dodge so easily!"

Delighted Miller's eyes were filled with resentment, and the sound he made was dry and hoarse, sending chills down one's spine.

The most talented person Huanxi Miller had ever met in his life was Wang Chongyang, who was able to create such a heaven-defying martial art as the Innate Skill. He never expected to meet someone even more powerful than Wang Chongyang back then.

Wang Jiuling looked to be at most around twenty years old, or even less than twenty.

How wonderful it would be if this could become his furnace!

Miller became increasingly frantic with each fight.

This put Wang Jiuling under considerable pressure.

He had no idea how many people's internal energy this old man had absorbed. His internal strength was simply terrifying!

In terms of internal strength alone, even the Western Poison and Senior Brother Guo are probably no match for him!

Wang Jiuling's true energy was like a raging sea, profound and fierce.

The true energy of Joyful Miller is like a vast ocean lying in front of you, without wind or waves, without surprise or anger.

Yet it embraces all rivers.

No matter how much palm force or sword energy Wang Jiuling unleashed, it was almost like throwing a mud ox into the sea, leaving no ripples.

This Joyful Miller is absolutely top-tier, without a trace of exaggeration.

However, Wang Jiuling's innate Nine Yang True Qi was so pure that it somewhat restrained the balanced and peaceful Northern Darkness True Qi.

As long as Wang Jiuling is careful, Huanxi Miller won't be able to absorb his true energy so easily.

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With one hand, Huanxi Miller deflected Wang Jiuling's sword, while his other hand, like a venomous snake, relentlessly clawed at Wang Jiuling's vital points.

The two energies clashed repeatedly, causing the air to crackle and pop.

"The Plum Blossom Hand of Tianshan?"

Seeing his longsword open again, Wang Jiuling finally understood what palm technique Huanxi Miler had used.

No wonder they're so difficult to deal with.