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

Outside the bamboo forest, Huang Rong, along with Guo Fu, Da Wu, and Xiao Wu, watched the scene, accompanied by Cheng Ying and Yelü Qi, the siblings.

Apart from Huang Rong and Cheng Ying, the others didn't really think highly of Wang Jiuling.

"In my opinion, Seventh Master is bound to win!" Guo Fu whispered from behind.

Guo Fu actually wanted to see Wang Jiuling suffer a setback, and every time they met, he would call her "Uncle," which Guo Fu couldn't stand.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu were also smiling and flattering him.

"Fu-mei, you're right!"

However, Yelü Yan shook her head. "Master Qingyang is capable of defeating Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. I think he will win!"

As soon as Guo Fu turned her head, her expression immediately turned sour.

She disliked Yelü Yan intensely. "What do you know? How could Ouyang Feng possibly compare to Qi Gong?"

Yelü Yan just smiled and didn't say anything more.

Guo Fu, however, was displeased and looked at Yelü Qi beside her. "Hey, tell me, who's stronger?"

Yelü Qi really wanted to say that he believed in Wang Jiuling, but looking at Guo Fu's expression, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Yelü Yan, who was standing to the side, also looked over and stared at him, which made Yelü Qi even more speechless.

He chuckled twice. "I mean, I think... I think it's a worthy opponent."

Guo Fu snorted and glared at him.

Yelü Yan also pursed her lips, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Yelü Qi seemed to say: Brother, I know what you're thinking.

This embarrassed Yelü Qi greatly, and he gestured to the front.

"Ahem! Here we go, let's take a look!"

As everyone looked over, sure enough, the auras of Wang Jiuling and Hong Qigong had changed.

Neither of them used weapons.

Hong Qigong was the first to make a move. Although he looked old, he was extremely fast and reached Wang Jiuling in just two steps.

He slapped Wang Jiuling in the chest.

Wang Jiuling did not back down. Although his Nine Yang Divine Skill had not yet reached its full potential, with the support of the Great Perfection Innate Skill, his Nine Yang Divine Skill had also advanced.

When Hong Qigong saw that Wang Jiuling did not dodge, he was startled and was about to withdraw his force, but the next second, he found that his hand, which was about to strike Wang Jiuling's chest, stopped.

It was just an inch away from Wang Jiuling's body.

Wang Jiuling actively channeled his inner energy, creating ripples that blocked Hong Qigong's palm strike.

Wang Jiuling's vital energy was damaged, which meant his true energy was insufficient and needed to recover. He could not exert too much force, and he would easily become weak when facing the Mongol army.

But that's all there is to it.

This does not mean that the purity of his true qi has decreased; on the contrary, it has become even purer because of the great success of his innate skill.

He took Hong Qigong's palm strike head-on to show the other party that his protective inner energy was not afraid of arrows.

Hong Qigong's eyes changed, and he increased the force in his hand. Wang Jiuling stomped his feet on the ground and waved his sleeves to block Hong Qigong's hand.

At the same time, his palm reached out towards Hong Qigong's shoulder.

Hong Qigong reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side while simultaneously wrapping his arms around the target.

His Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were incredibly powerful. Hong Qigong was just old and his body was failing, but his internal strength was terrifyingly profound.

Wang Jiuling also struck out with both palms, and the two men's hands and arms kept touching, making a popping sound.

Neither of them moved their feet, but the bamboo leaves on the ground were swirled and flew around, which surprised the people behind them.

What they didn't know was that Hong Qigong was terrified at this moment, because he could sense just how terrifying Wang Jiuling's true energy was.

Every time their arms collided, Hong Qigong felt as if Wang Jiuling's arm weighed hundreds of pounds.

His muscles ached from all the contact.

Hong Qigong knew he couldn't confront Wang Jiuling head-on, so he immediately created distance and unleashed a powerful palm strike, "Kanglong Youhui."

Wang Jiuling was not to be outdone and struck out with his own palm.

The two men's palms collided in mid-air and exploded with a bang. Hong Qigong tumbled backward to dissipate the force.

Wang Jiuling turned around and quickly gathered his true energy.

With a light step, he moved forward, heading towards Hong Qigong, while simultaneously striking out with his palm.

This created a subtle difference.

Wang Jiuling's true energy accumulated too quickly, and Hong Qigong immediately dodged away, both shocked and amazed.

What happened?

Didn't Jing'er say that this kid is injured?

Wang Jiuling's injury was naturally not publicized, but Guo Jing and Hong Qigong knew about it.

Crash!

The bamboo forest behind Hong Qigong was blown backward by Wang Jiuling's palm force, and then suddenly bounced back, with the bamboo leaves falling down with a whoosh.

Hong Qigong was experienced. His body was almost parallel to the ground as he dodged Wang Jiuling's palm strike, and at the same time, he touched the ground with his feet and rotated his body in parallel.

They arrived behind Wang Jiuling in an instant.

He estimated that Wang Jiuling's true energy would have been stagnant for at least two breaths after he had just struck out with his palm.

So he took the opportunity to gather his strength.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jiuling touched the ground with his feet, his body lifted into the air, head down and feet up, and pressed down with his palm.

Hong Qigong initially thought Wang Jiuling's leap into the air was merely an attempt to dodge, but just as he struck upwards with his palm, he saw Wang Jiuling's Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm strike arrive.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling was above and Hong Qigong was below, and the two exchanged a palm strike in mid-air.

With a pop, the air exploded, and Wang Jiuling floated back three or four steps before landing gracefully.

As his robes billowed, he swiftly deflected the force of Hong Qigong's palm strike.

Hong Qigong took five or six steps back, dissipating his force. Before he could react, Wang Jiuling's figure came towards him again.

The people watching from behind were quite surprised.

Huang Rong, in particular, was the most skilled in martial arts and knew Hong Qigong best; she could see it at this moment.

Hong Qigong seemed to be at a disadvantage the whole time.

Guo Fu, who had just been arguing with Yelü Yan, now shut up.

Hong Qigong, who was sparring with Wang Jiuling, was even more shocked at this moment.

He found himself unable to do anything about Wang Jiuling.

His Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms technique was no match for Wang Jiuling's Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm technique.

Yes, that's absolutely outrageous.

Furthermore, Wang Jiuling's protective inner energy was simply abnormal; Hong Qigong felt as if the opponent was a tortoise shell with no blind spots from any angle.

He finally managed to get close to Wang Jiuling, but his palms were always repelled by Wang Jiuling's protective true energy.

Hong Qigong understood that if the fight continued like this, he would definitely lose.

That's terrifying.

Wasn't Wang Jiuling injured? How could he still beat him?

At that moment, Hong Qigong felt that he might really be getting old.

The two separated again, with Hong Qigong and Wang Jiuling each taking five or six steps back. However, Hong Qigong understood that Wang Jiuling had stopped using his strength.

Perhaps she wanted to save face for him, or perhaps she was afraid of aggravating his injury by using too much force.

Perhaps both.

In short, Hong Qigong knew he had lost.

He waved his hand, clutching his back. "No more fighting! It's good to be young! This old beggar's back can't take it anymore!"

Wang Jiuling smiled and cupped his hands in thanks. "Thank you for your mercy, Master Qi."

Wang Jiuling was not surprised that he could defeat Hong Qigong, even though his body had not yet recovered.

If his true energy is perfected, he will only become more powerful.

Hong Qigong silently shook his head. Now, the words he had prepared were no longer needed.

"I'm getting old! I'm getting old..."

At this moment, Huang Rong and the others also came over. Guo Fu was still arguing with Yelü Yan. "Did you hear that? It was Seventh Master who gave in to him!"

However, Yelü Yan just pursed her lips.

He thought to himself that Guo Fu was incredibly naive, and that was clearly Wang Jiuling being polite.

However, apart from Guo Fu and Da Wu and Xiao Wu, everyone else present could see the truth.

Wang Jiuling's performance finally put their minds at ease.

The worry that had been lingering on Cheng Ying's face for the past few days had faded somewhat.

Wang Jiuling and she exchanged a glance and smiled.

It's as if it's saying: How are you? I told you I was fine, now you believe me?

Wang Jiuling was never worried about whether he could survive.

How could he possibly have time to recover, and then swagger off to retrieve the sword? If he could also teach Kublai Khan an unforgettable lesson, that would be even better.

Wang Jiuling was unaware that his good brother Kublai Khan had already paved the way for him...