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

This Taoist priest was none other than Wang Jiuling. He had come here to meet up with Lu Qingdu and the others.

The two men turned around, sized Wang Jiuling up and down, and immediately sensed his extraordinary talent. They bowed respectfully. "Daoist Master, are you inquiring about Li Mochou?"

Wang Jiuling did not hide anything.

"I have some personal grudges and old grievances with that demon."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance. "Master, that Li Mochou is no pushover. Are you really going to deal with her?"

They hesitated. If Wang Jiuling went to find Li Mochou and got killed, they would not only have harmed him for nothing, but they might also have offended Li Mochou.

Finally, Wang Jiuling made a handprint on the table, and only then did the two agree to give him their message.

"Master, you absolutely mustn't say that we leaked it!"

Having received the intelligence, Wang Jiuling headed west of the city.

In the west of the city, on the second floor of a restaurant.

"Master, how about your junior sister and I go and buy the medicinal herbs for you?"

Hong Lingbo cautiously looked at Li Mochou in front of her. Beside her, Lu Wushuang lowered her head, somewhat afraid to look at Li Mochou.

The next second, Li Mochou's icy gaze fell on Hong Lingbo.

"Why are you meddling?!"

Ever since being chased and beaten by Wang Jiuling, Li Mochou discovered that her Five Poison Palm technique was ineffective against him, so she began experimenting with new poisons.

Today, at a herbal medicine shop, Li Mochou got into a fight with the shopkeeper and killed him on the spot. Unfortunately, she still hadn't found the herbs she needed.

"You wouldn't be trying to find out what kind of medicine I used so you can plot against me later, would you?"

Li Mochou's expression was unfriendly, which frightened Hong Lingbo into shutting up immediately. Lu Wushuang, standing to the side, mustered up her courage and spoke.

"Master, that's not what my senior sister meant..."

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, Li Mochou slapped him across the face. "Shut up!!"

Lu Wushuang covered her face and lowered her head, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Li Mochou was known for her volatile and easily angered temperament.

The last time Wang Jiuling chased and beat her, it only added fuel to the fire. He was already always hitting and scolding Lu Wushuang, and it got even worse after that.

It was as if the hatred for Wang Jiuling was also directed at Lu Wushuang.

Hong Lingbo looked at Lu Wushuang's blushing face and secretly shook her head, signaling her not to show any negative emotions.

"Hmph! I'll kill that little thief sooner or later!" Li Mochou stared at Lu Wushuang, recalling Wang Jiuling's face, and said viciously.

At this moment, the two men at the next table couldn't help but take a second look at the beautiful Taoist nun and her two female disciples.

This is bad news.

Li Mochou was already in a bad mood today, and when she saw the gaze from the next table, she immediately narrowed her eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing that the Taoist nun was like a powder keg, speaking so bluntly, the two men were also a little annoyed.

"What? Can't I even look?"

Li Mochou's face turned cold. "You're courting death!"

She immediately turned hostile, and with a wave of her hand, two icy silver needles shot towards the two men.

The two men actually possessed some martial arts skills, and they parried with their swords.

But the next second, the immense force knocked them both to the ground.

The people around were so surprised by this scene that they all turned to look.

"Hmph! Today I'll send you two to the Bridge of Helplessness so you can see it for yourselves!"

Li Mochou stood up, her face full of murderous intent as she looked at the two people lying on the ground in pain, and was about to attack again.

Just then, a voice came from the stairwell.

"They only glanced at you, and you not only hit them, but you even tried to kill them? How utterly domineering!"

"Who!?" Li Mochou turned around abruptly and looked towards the stairs.

There stood a Taoist priest in blue robes.

When Li Mochou saw the Taoist's face, her expression completely changed; it was one of extreme anger.

"You little thief! It's you!?"

The Taoist in blue was none other than Wang Jiuling, who had inquired his way here.

Although Lu Wushuang had met Wang Jiuling in Jiaxing before, several years had passed and Wang Jiuling's appearance had changed quite a bit, so she didn't recognize him at first.

Hong Lingbo was so shocked that he stood up abruptly and reached for the sword on the table.

Wang Jiuling glanced around and saw Lu Wushuang next to Hong Lingbo.

Although I felt that the other person had changed quite a bit, I still recognized them.

Wang Jiuling remained silent, his gaze fixed firmly on Li Mochou.

Li Mochou flicked her whisk, her hair fluttering, her face filled with murderous intent.

"You stinking Taoist priest! You've ruined my plans time and time again. Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!!"

After losing to Wang Jiuling last time, Li Mochou fled and devoted herself to studying poison techniques. Now she has made considerable progress and her confidence has returned.

She shot the Ice Soul Silver Needle in her hand toward Wang Jiuling's face, but he easily turned his head to dodge it.

The next second, Li Mochou's whisk swept over.

Wang Jiuling lightly touched the ground with his toes and dodged the attack with ease, already drawing his longsword.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

The two figures leaped out of the window with perfect coordination, immediately attracting the attention of passersby on the street.

"Prepare to die!"

Li Mochou relentlessly pursued him, her whisk swirling as she attacked Wang Jiuling's face. Wang Jiuling's longsword spun, clashing with the whisk.

The next second, Li Mochou's expression changed.

The force emanating from Wang Jiuling's sword was terrifying. In their struggle, Wang Jiuling's terrifying strength caused the threads of the whisk to snap one by one.

Li Mochou wanted to take back her whisk, but Wang Jiuling wouldn't give her the chance.

Wang Jiuling's swordsmanship was extremely unpredictable, seemingly without any rules, yet one could see the influence of the Quanzhen Swordplay in it.

He had Li Mochou's whisk firmly under his control, and his terrifying true energy continuously shredded the whisk's threads.

When Li Mochou finally pulled the whisk back, nearly a third of the silk threads on it had broken.

Before Li Mochou could even react in alarm, Wang Jiuling's sword came again.

This sword, seemingly casual, can precisely target Li Mochou's weaknesses with every move.

Li Mochou attempted a counterattack, but this only resulted in her revealing more weaknesses.

After just ten moves, Li Mochou was forced into a somewhat disheveled state.

Sizzle!!

She clashed with Wang Jiuling's sword using her whisk, but her right sleeve was shredded to shreds by Wang Jiuling's terrifying sword energy.

The force from the whisk almost made her lose her grip on it.

Li Mochou was greatly alarmed.

The last time she fought Wang Jiuling, she was able to fight him for dozens of moves before she was clearly defeated after a hundred moves.

Now, after only ten moves, she already felt overwhelmed and thought to herself:

"I don't know how this little thief learned his martial arts; I'm afraid I couldn't even withstand thirty of his moves now!"

On the second floor of the restaurant, Hong Lingbo peered out at the scene, her eyes wide with disbelief.

But soon, as if she had thought of something, she turned around and looked at Lu Wushuang.

"Junior sister! Come here!"