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

This place is Qingyuan Prefecture, an extremely prosperous city, and also the hometown of Shi Songzhi, the current prime minister.

Most of the people who stayed at the inn here were wealthy merchants and even gentry.

Guests staying at guesthouses value privacy.

The second-floor corridor is separated by wooden partitions, so it cannot be seen from downstairs.

In addition, it was daytime, so there weren't many people on the second floor of the inn.

So a fire broke out in front of the room, but no one noticed it for a while.

Mr. Huang, dressed as a waiter and wearing a human skin mask, stood not far from the door, watching helplessly as the door caught fire.

He listened to the noise.

If a fire breaks out, the people inside must take action, no matter what.

If Wang Jiuling is indeed treacherous, Mr. Huang will retreat immediately and find another opportunity to assassinate him later.

But after waiting for a while, he only heard the door rattling, but no one came out.

A smile gradually appeared on Mr. Huang's face.

By this time, smoke had filled the room, and the door was completely ablaze.

Wang Jiuling cannot stop practicing his internal energy at this moment.

Cheng Ying and Ma Guangzuo had no choice but to exchange a glance, knowing full well that there might be a trap, and decided to open the door.

There are no fire extinguishing tools in the room, so the fire will spread quickly and cause trouble.

Ma Guangzuo picked up a table from the side.

The doors to the inn rooms are designed to prevent people from suddenly breaking in from the outside, so they open from the outside.

Ma Guangzuo took a running start and slammed the table against the door, breaking it open.

Then, carrying a knife, he and Cheng Ying stood guard.

The door was now completely ablaze, and after being smashed open, it slammed to both sides, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The next second, Cheng Ying and Ma Guangzu saw a person standing in the corridor outside the door.

The man, dressed as a waiter, looked panicked as he peered into the room. "Oh dear! There's a fire!"

Ma Guangzuo thought it was a real worker. "Hey! Hurry up and get some water to put out the fire!"

It'll be completely engulfed in flames soon!

Cheng Ying, however, sensed something was wrong.

This person's appearance and clothing were completely different from the gray-clad man they encountered downstairs.

However, Cheng Ying noticed that a corner of the wooden box behind him was slightly exposed. He reacted quickly and covered it up, so Cheng Ying almost didn't notice.

"Brother Ma! Come back!" Cheng Ying hurriedly called out to remind Ma Guangzuo as he stepped forward.

At the same time, she moved her feet, trying to block Mr. Huang's view.

At this moment, the panic on Mr. Huang's face gradually disappeared.

Through the smoke, he could see the situation inside the room. Wang Jiuling was sitting on the bed, using his internal energy to heal Shi Jingqing's injuries.

Even when the doorway was on fire, he remained motionless.

Mr. Huang gave a bright smile, but his voice was as cold as ice, almost without any inflection.

"Heh! I was wondering why there was no movement. I thought there was an ambush... Turns out you just can't move?"

The next second, without hesitation, he took out the wooden box from his back, slapped it with his hand, and the box clicked open.

call out!call out!

Two steel nails shot out, heading towards Wang Jiuling on the bed.

Cheng Ying reacted extremely quickly, throwing the chair next to her into the air to deflect the steel nails.

Mr. Huang had already quickly entered the house the moment the steel nail was driven in.

"Get out of my way!" Ma Guangzu roared and slashed with his sword.

Mr. Huang's footwork was strange and unpredictable; he twisted his body and dodged Ma Guangzuo's knife.

Cheng Ying immediately attacked with her finger-flicking technique.

But Mr. Huang was incredibly slippery; he quickly hid behind Ma Guangzuo, preventing Cheng Ying from hitting him.

Ma Guangzuo was caught off guard and missed his strike with his knife. Mr. Huang used the momentum to push him towards Cheng Ying.

"Ouch!" Ma Guangzuo staggered forward and fell, blocking Cheng Ying.

Mr. Huang moved swiftly, brushing past Ma Guangzuo in an instant, and threw the throwing knife in his hand towards Wang Jiuling.

Ding!

Cheng Ying also knocked Mr. Huang's throwing knife away with her own.

Just two or three steps away, the flying knife would have pierced Wang Jiuling's chest; it was incredibly dangerous.

laugh!

Mr. Huang opened the mechanism of the wooden box, grabbed the pull ring, and pulled out a silk thread. The next second, a small steel nail was tied to one end of the thread and nailed to the wooden table on the ground.

Ma Guangzuo swung his sword horizontally.

Mr. Huang bent over to dodge the knife, and at the same time slid his body to the side.

"Watch your step!" Cheng Ying felt a chill run down her spine as she recalled the decapitated cat in the stairwell.

At that moment, Mr. Huang was holding a silk thread in his hand, with the other end resting on a broken wooden table on the ground.

As Mr. Huang moved, the silk thread rapidly moved towards Ma Guangzuo's ankle.

Ma Guangzu reacted quickly, and with a swift movement of his feet, he immediately jumped up.

Even so, a small section of the sole of his shoe was still torn open by the thread.

The sole of his shoe fell off, and Ma Guangzuo's heel was cut, bleeding.

Fortunately, he jumped quickly and only suffered a minor cut, but the pain caused Ma Guangzuo to stumble upon landing.

"Ouch! My foot!"

All of this happened in just two or three breaths. Mr. Huang's martial arts moves were truly insidious and vicious, making them impossible to guard against.

Having broken through Ma Guangzuo, only Cheng Ying remained to block Mr. Huang's path.

He was incredibly fast, and in no time he was right in front of Cheng Ying, who could only block him from getting close to Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling's internal energy cultivation had reached its most crucial stage.

He activated his innate skill with all his might, protecting Shi Jingqing's major acupoints and meridians, and then gradually gathered the toxins together.

He knew, of course, that Cheng Ying and Ma Guangzuo were in trouble, but if he stopped now, Shi Jingqing would surely die, and he himself would be seriously injured.

On the other side, Cheng Ying was locked in combat with Mr. Huang using the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm.

Ma Guangzuo was skilled with a knife, so Mr. Huang engaged him in close combat, giving him no space.

At this moment, when facing Cheng Ying, Cheng Ying's moves are mostly based on "skill" and "agility".

Chi Chi Chi!

As Mr. Huang's hands moved swiftly, threads of silk appeared around them, encircling the two and making it difficult for Cheng Ying to use her martial arts skills.

By accident, the sleeve bumped into the silk thread and was cut off.

Mr. Huang moved with unpredictable agility, weaving back and forth among the silk threads, leaving Cheng Ying struggling to keep up.

Cheng Ying only had a jade flute in her hand. When she realized what was happening, she tried to grab Wang Jiuling's sword, but it was too late.

Despite the pain in his foot, Ma Guangzuo tried to come forward to help, but almost bumped into a silk thread in front of him.

He was so frightened that he took a step back, but then stepped on the triangular iron spikes that Mr. Huang had thrown on the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his foot and fell to the ground with a thud, the large knife in his hand clattering to the ground.

This delay put Cheng Ying in a perilous situation on the other side.

In fact, with her agility, she could have dodged Mr. Huang's attack range and countered with her finger-flicking technique, but the problem was that she couldn't dodge.

If she dodges, Mr. Huang can go straight for Wang Jiuling.

"Hehe! This young lady is really infatuated with this Taoist priest... In that case, you should go down and wait for him..."

Mr. Huang's voice drifted over, and he thrust his short blade at an extremely tricky angle toward Cheng Ying's waist.

Cheng Ying instinctively wanted to block it.

But she discovered that there was a thread above that spot, and if she lowered her arm, she would touch it.

Cheng Ying could only try her best to twist her body and narrowly avoid the attack, but in doing so, she lost her balance.

My footwork suddenly went haywire.