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

Wang Jiuling was somewhat unwilling. He had finally seized the opportunity for revenge, but it was blocked by Xiaolongnu.

Wang Jiuling knew that he probably couldn't do anything to Hong Lingbo today. The Little Dragon Girl in front of him was definitely comparable to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and even among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, she was not weak.

He's probably no match for him right now.

Moreover, given Xiaolongnu's personality, reasoning with her is useless.

Wang Jiuling was clear-headed and knew it was impossible. Although he was displeased with Xiaolongnu's obstruction, he did not force the issue at this moment.

He frowned slightly, then simply cupped his hands in greeting.

"Are you perhaps the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Miss Long?"

Xiaolongnu simply nodded silently. She was of a detached nature and didn't seem to think that stopping Wang Jiuling from killing someone was anything extraordinary.

Soon, she looked at Zhen Zhibing again, her brows furrowing slightly involuntarily.

"What brings you here?"

At this moment, Wang Jiuling turned around and noticed Zhen Zhibing's appearance.

His face was blank, his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at Xiaolongnu.

"Senior brother!" He only reacted when Wang Jiuling frowned and called him.

"oh!"

He quickly sheathed his sword, gave an awkward laugh, and then bowed to Xiaolongnu.

"I am Zhen Zhibing, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. This is my master... oh no, I mean my junior brother, Wang Jiuling!"

"I request an audience with Miss Long today..."

Zhen Zhibing was clearly nervous. Without even taking a breath, he rattled off everything Ma Yu had told him.

"Master has instructed my junior brother and me to discuss with Miss Long whether we can join forces to deal with Li Mochou! The Quanzhen Sect can also help Miss Long dispel the rumors surrounding the martial arts contest for marriage!"

After finishing speaking, Zhen Zhibing pursed his lips and swallowed. He had said a lot in a row, or perhaps it was because his mind was too restless that his mouth was dry.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling also spoke up to add, his expression completely normal.

"The sect leader specifically instructed that some individuals with impure motives may be plotting against the ancient tomb recently, so Miss Long must be careful!"

Zhen Zhibing nodded hurriedly.

"Yes!"

After listening, Xiaolongnu's expression remained unchanged; she simply spoke calmly.

"The affairs of the Ancient Tomb Sect are none of our concern! You two may leave!"

Without even glancing at the two, he turned and walked towards the entrance of the ancient tomb.

Zhen Zhibing had talked a lot and his mouth was dry, but the other person only said this one sentence, and he was at a loss for words.

"Dragon... Miss Dragon!"

He tried to call out to Xiaolongnu, but Wang Jiuling stopped him.

"Senior brother! Our purpose in coming here is solely to convey the sect leader's decree. Since Miss Long refuses, we will simply return and report back!"

"Avoid creating unnecessary trouble!"

Upon hearing Wang Jiuling's words, a hint of reluctance flashed in Zhen Zhibing's eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Only after Xiaolongnu entered the ancient tomb and the tomb gates closed did they stop. "Junior brother, let's go back!"

Wang Jiuling nodded, and the two of them returned in the direction they had come from.

However, Zhen Zhibing seemed somewhat absent-minded throughout the journey.

When Wang Jiuling saw him like this, he couldn't help but think of some unpleasant scenarios.

He looked down at his Quanzhen Taoist robe and couldn't help but sigh.

Leaving aside his sense of morality and justice.

Even now, Wang Jiuling is a member of the Quanzhen School, and Zhen Zhibing is his senior brother, which is also a matter of pride for the Quanzhen School.

Even if Wang Jiuling himself had no feelings for Xiaolongnu, he shouldn't have just stood by and watched.

Zhen Zhibing was recalling Xiaolongnu's graceful figure in his mind when he suddenly heard Wang Jiuling's voice.

"Senior brother!"

He turned around and saw Wang Jiuling's meaningful gaze.

"Junior brother...?"

For some reason, Zhen Zhibing felt instinctively nervous when he was looked at like that.

Wang Jiuling glanced at him, then turned back and continued walking, slowly speaking as he did so:

"Senior brother, everyone has a love for beauty. The ancients even said, 'A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affection,' but you must understand..."

"Everything requires the right approach, and one must be clear about one's own position and the consequences."

"Senior brother is the most outstanding among the third-generation disciples, and is highly regarded by the sect leader and all the senior uncles. Senior brother, you should think twice before you act, lest you make a mistake and regret it too late..."

Wang Jiuling spoke casually, but it made Zhen Zhibing's face turn pale. He forced a smile.

"Junior brother... what are you saying, junior brother? I don't quite understand."

Wang Jiuling still didn't turn around. "If Senior Brother really doesn't understand, that would be for the best."

Zhen Zhibing pursed his lips but ultimately did not reply, and the two remained silent in tacit agreement.

However, Zhen Zhibing's pace was noticeably faster.

Seeing his performance from behind, Wang Jiuling couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself:

"Senior brother, you must never have such beastly thoughts again, just like in the original story."

Otherwise, even for the sake of complete truth, I wouldn't mind personally cutting off the root of your troubles...

Just then, the two arrived outside Chongyang Palace, only to hear unusual noises coming from within.

That was the sound of fighting.

The two could no longer care about Xiaolongnu's matter and hurriedly quickened their pace. As they got closer, they realized that something terrible had happened.

Outside Chongyang Palace, there were many martial arts practitioners, who were spreading out with torches, presumably setting fire to the palace.

The Chongyang Palace was also in turmoil, filled with the sounds of fighting.

"Junior brother! Go check on Chongyang Palace and see how things are going!"

As soon as Zhen Zhibing saw someone setting a fire, he rushed up to stop them and told Wang Jiuling to go to Chongyang Palace.

Wang Jiuling pushed off with his feet and leaped up the steps in a few steps, arriving at the gate of Chongyang Palace.

Only then did they realize that Chongyang Palace was in complete chaos.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen sat cross-legged on the ground, while Hao Datong, who appeared to be injured, was surrounded and protected by them.

There were also dozens of martial arts practitioners, some of whom were besieging the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, while others were dealing with the Quanzhen disciples guarding Chongyang Palace.

The two men were leading the way.

A man in a blue brocade robe, holding a folding fan.

Another figure was burly, wielding a vajra with incredible speed and power.

They were leading a dozen or so experts, besieging the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Those were none other than Huo Du and Darba.

Ma Yu looked very unwell. Hao Datong was injured, so the others couldn't go all out and had to protect Hao Datong.

These people in front of me, especially Huo Du, are extremely treacherous.

They didn't engage in a direct confrontation; instead, they took advantage of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's distraction by constantly dodging and weaving, leaving them only able to defend and unable to counterattack.

They could only watch helplessly as the other Quanzhen disciples in Chongyang Palace were besieged and attacked by those martial arts masters, and fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Where's Zhao Zhijing? Where the hell is he? Why hasn't he brought reinforcements yet??"

At this moment, Qiu Chuji was both defending against the enemy and cursing loudly.

The others also looked extremely unwell.

"Everyone says your Quanzhen Sect has many disciples, and among them are many talented individuals, but now it seems you're nothing special!"

A man with brightly colored hair knocked a fourth-generation Quanzhen disciple to the ground while laughing and mocking him, his iron axe about to strike the fallen disciple.

This immediately made the other disciples, who were exhausted from fighting, furious.

"Junior brother!"

"Qingyu!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen also watched this scene with heartache.

At this critical moment, a cold, murderous voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention amidst the chaotic noise.

"What arrogance! Do you think the Quanzhen Sect has no one to rely on?"