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

"Master, your complexion is rosy and your breathing is steady. I'm afraid I might not be able to keep up with you..."

Huanxi Miller narrowed his eyes and deliberately asked Wang Jiuling this question.

Wang Jiuling's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! He had been running around these past few days, and seeing that his injuries were about to heal, he had become a little too complacent.

But instead of pretending to still be injured, he deliberately gave a flicker in his eyes and then sat up straight.

"I am young and in excellent health."

As he spoke, he deliberately tried to make his face more rosy, but the slight hesitation in his breathing was still caught by Joyful Miller.

"While I'm in a good mood now, Master, you'd better leave quickly, otherwise you'll be in big trouble once I've recovered!"

Looking at Wang Jiuling's face, which became even redder after he had said something to him, Huanxi Miller thought to himself that he had overthought things. It seemed that this kid was just putting on a brave face and trying to scare the old monk.

Ha ha.

Miller stopped talking and just sat there quietly.

Seeing that he hadn't run away, Wang Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief. To deal with this kind of old fox, you have to do the opposite.

The two were very in sync and rested there for the night before continuing their journey.

"Fellow Daoist! Lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

In the strong wind, the voice of Joy Miller drifted on the breeze.

He started to panic.

Huanxi Miller's Northern Darkness True Qi was profound, and he initially thought that Wang Jiuling could not outrun him and would eventually be caught up.

But now, five or six days have passed, and the Taoist priest is still walking briskly, his true energy showing no signs of weakening.

Something's not right, something's not right!

That sense of unease from last night returned to Joy Miller's heart.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling looked at the ointment on his arm, even the last bit of white had turned dark blue.

Feeling the full strength coming from his arm, Wang Jiuling finally smiled.

It's almost time!

Huanxi Miller suddenly realized that the distance between herself and Wang Jiuling was shrinking.

Fifty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps.

Wang Jiuling seems to be getting slower and slower.

Could it be that this kid's true energy is failing him?

The figure in the green robe ahead still had his back to him, but Huanxi Miller's cloudy eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks.

wrong!

Like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, Joy Miller instantly sobered up.

As Huanxi Miller stopped, Wang Jiuling also stopped.

"Why isn't the master chasing after them anymore?" Wang Jiuling didn't turn around.

Joyful Miller's brow twitched. Only then did he notice that the gauze on Wang Jiuling's arm had been peeling off inch by inch without him noticing.

"You! Your hand is healed?!"

Miller's pupils constricted in delight.

How could this be?

This is an injury caused by the reverse flow of internal energy!

Wang Jiuling had originally planned to create a flaw to lure the old man closer, but he hadn't expected him to be so cautious.

Helpless, Wang Jiuling turned back.

The roles of offense and defense have now reversed.

Wang Jiuling smiled, but Huanxi Miller's expression changed drastically.

That damned Taoist priest! He'd been lying to him all along!?

A strong wind was howling in front of me.

Wang Jiuling had been accumulating his true energy for a long time, and the twenty-step distance was almost instantaneous.

With a flick of his arm, Huanxi Milarepa's robe fluttered, carrying with it a powerful surge of Northern Darkness True Qi, deflecting the sword blades behind him.

Turning his head again, he saw Wang Jiuling suddenly strike him with a palm.

Rumble!

Like a raging wave crashing against the shore, Wang Jiuling's palm strike was so powerful that there was no way to dodge it, and he showed no signs of injury whatsoever.

Miller was greatly alarmed.

He hurriedly channeled his inner energy to receive it, only to find that his meridians were still far from healed from days of travel.

At this moment, his Northern Darkness True Qi was weak and powerless, showing signs of fatigue. He tried to gather his Qi, but it was somewhat sluggish.

boom!

The two exchanged blows. This time, Wang Jiuling only took three steps back, while Huanxi Miler, caught off guard, had to retreat six or seven steps before regaining his balance.

My arms suddenly felt sore and numb, and I stumbled. I had to take several deep breaths to recover.

I was filled with utter horror.

That's simply impossible!

He was well aware of the Innate Skill. While the Innate True Qi was extremely pure, the problem it brought was that once it was continuously consumed, recovery was not so fast.

Because the true energy is too pure.

But this young man in front of me, despite his days of travel, still possessed the same level of inner energy.

Is he a freak?

Little did Huanxi Miller know that Wang Jiuling possessed the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Nine Yin Manual, which perfectly compensated for this deficiency.

His internal energy recovery speed far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Wang Jiuling took a step forward, his body moving with incredible lightness, and thrust his long sword toward Huanxi Miler once again.

As the injuries to the meridians in his arm healed, Wang Jiuling felt much more relaxed.

This is not just a matter of injury.

At this moment, the innate true energy in his internal organs was flowing incessantly, and with each breath he felt that his body was in harmony with the Dao, truly carefree and at ease.

Huanxi Miller used the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand to separate Wang Jiuling's sword-wielding hand, and the next second, Wang Jiuling's palm was already slapping over.

Huanxi Milarepa had a feeling that this palm strike was different from the one he had used at Wuduo Zen Temple!

The two men locked eyes. Joyful Miller's eyes were cloudy, while Wang Jiuling's eyes were almost overflowing with divine light.

If Huanxi Miller's eyes had X-ray vision, he would see that Wang Jiuling's entire body was radiant with energy, and every pore was breathing in and out true qi.

This is a manifestation of having reached a certain level in the cultivation of the Innate Skill and beginning to truly move towards "refining emptiness and uniting with the Dao".

Returning to one's innate nature after birth.

Since his encounter with the Western Poison, Wang Jiuling has continuously sparred with masters at the level of the Five Greats.

Now, he is one step closer to mastering his innate skill.

With each breath Wang Jiuling took, the innate Nine Yang True Qi around his body surged and churned.

It subtly blends into the surrounding gale.

The protective aura of Huanxi Miller was broken by this palm strike.

The true energy rippled outwards, and Wang Jiuling slapped Huanxi Miler on the shoulder.

Boo!

With a soft sound, Huanxi Miler desperately circulated his Northern Darkness True Qi to push Wang Jiuling away, but Huanxi Miler was also knocked back by this palm strike.

This time, despite being well-prepared, Huanxi Miller still couldn't gain the upper hand.

Wang Jiuling lunged forward, and the two exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

At Wuduo Temple, Wang Jiuling could only hold his own for about a hundred moves.

But now, Wang Jiuling can gain some advantage in a few moves.

This left Joy Miller in disbelief.

Has this Taoist's martial arts improved as well?

Huanxi Miller felt a chill in his heart. It was over. Even if he wasn't injured, let alone now, he might not be able to defeat Wang Jiuling today!

Miller was delighted, feeling that his worldview had been refreshed, and at the same time, he hated that he didn't have such talent.

boom!

The two exchanged another palm strike, resulting in a draw. However, Huanxi Miller felt a soreness in his meridians, a result of his previous injuries.

At this rate, he probably won't be a match for Wang Jiuling!

Knowing he couldn't win, Huanxi Miller's mentality collapsed, and he used the opportunity to escape.

Why?! Why?!

When I met Wang Chongyang, I knew it was fate, but I could only watch helplessly as I couldn't do anything about it!

"Now that I've finally found someone with a better appearance, his injuries have healed so quickly? And his martial arts have improved so much at this very moment??"

Am I going to fail again?!

Miller felt like he had been deceived.

"Damn you, God! You're playing me!! You're really playing me!!!"

As Miller ran, he complained and grumbled, but he didn't even dare to turn around and fight back.

"I refuse to accept this!"

Wang Jiuling remained silent, relentlessly pursuing him, determined to take advantage of his weakness and kill him!

The situation has reversed, and now it's Wang Jiuling chasing Huanxi Miller across the yellow sands of the Gobi Desert.

...

The pursuit lasted another day and night, giving Huanxi Miller no chance to catch her breath.

Miller was so happy that he didn't even have time to stop and drink some water.

scoff!

Early in the morning, the long sword slashed through the rising sun, tearing through the robe of the joyful Milarepa.

The robe fell onto the Gobi Desert beneath his feet, and Huanxi Miller was panting heavily.

As the sun rose, its rays shone on the joyful Miller's face, but he felt no warmth whatsoever.

He was too old, had injuries, and was exhausted from working for days.

They had hoped to rely on the Northern Darkness True Qi to catch up with Wang Jiuling, and now that they had caught up, they discovered it was a trap.

Not only did this stinky Taoist priest miraculously recover from his injuries, but he is also full of energy and spirit!

Miller was so pleased with himself that he thought this guy could keep pursuing him for a month straight!

Joyful Miller suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stopped running.

Fear of death is Miller's greatest weakness, but it can also fuel his comeback in desperate situations.

"I am already old and frail. If I fail again, won't I just turn into dust?"

"I refuse to accept this! I don't want to!!"

"Since I'm going to die anyway, I'll risk it all!"