The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

The floor tiles shattered one by one, sending dust flying everywhere.

Bang!

Jiang Ning sliced ​​through the incoming floor tile with his sword, and the next second Huang Bolu appeared before him, only inches away.

Huang Bolu's expression was ferocious as he slapped Jiang Ning's face with a palm.

Jiang Ning's expression remained unchanged as he raised his left hand, gathering his inner strength to meet the palm of the other hand.

A surge of internal energy flowed from the opponent's palm, and the moment it touched Jiang Ning's hand, it felt an extremely strong destructive force.

Jiang Ning channeled his inner energy to fight back.

boom!

The shockwave spread outwards from the two people, blowing tables, chairs, and benches away.

Huang Boliu's face was contorted with rage as he frantically clenched his fists, exchanging internal energy with Jiang Ning.

A stream of air appeared around the two of them, causing rocks to fly up and scatter.

Such profound internal strength!

Huang Bolu was startled.

As their palms clashed, he could feel the opponent's profound internal energy, which was terrifying to him. When they met palms, the opponent's endless internal energy surged towards him like waves crashing against the shore.

Although he already knew that his opponent must be a highly skilled martial arts master, he was still shocked by the opponent's profound internal strength when they actually faced each other.

boom!

Jiang Ning's mask couldn't withstand the clash of the two internal forces and shattered, revealing his face underneath.

Huang Boliu's eyes narrowed, his heart filled with shock.

So young?

At that moment, Huang Bolu was momentarily stunned.

Jiang Ning suddenly channeled a large amount of internal energy into it.

Caught off guard, Huang Boliu's internal energy surged back, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood and stagger backward.

"drink!"

A sharp cry rang out from behind, and Huang Ying thrust her sword at him from behind.

Jiang Ning glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, flicked his sleeve, and unleashed his inner strength.

Bang!

The sword in Huang Ying's hand shattered into pieces, and she was thrown into the air, flying backward and crashing into a pillar before falling to the ground.

"puff!"

Huang Ying coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turning deathly pale.

"who are you?"

Huang Bo roared in anger.

Jiang Ning didn't speak, only a smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Huang Bolu snorted angrily and charged forward again.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The two started fighting again inside the house.

Huang Boliu stretched out his hand into a claw and swiftly darted out, aiming straight for Jiang Ning's face.

Jiang Ning slightly turned his head to avoid the attack, and Huang Boliu quickly flipped his wrist and slashed Jiang Ning's face.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning leaned back and simultaneously kicked out with his leg.

Huang Boliu was very cautious and did not meet Jiang Ning's kick. After two unsuccessful attacks, he quickly retreated.

Jiang Ning touched the ground with the tip of his sword, exerted force with his wrist, and stood up again. The next second, he chased after her, flicked his wrist, and unleashed a sword aura.

Huang Bolu was still retreating when he saw how fast the opponent's attack was. He immediately turned to the side, and the sword energy slashed out close to his front, hitting the door behind him.

Bang!

The gate was shattered into pieces.

Before Huang Boliu could react after dodging the attack, Jiang Ning had already closed in, his sword flashing with a chilling light.

Huang Bolu dared not be careless and fought him again.

The two fought at an extremely fast speed, leaving only afterimages and a piercing sound of wind cutting through the air.

At first, the two were evenly matched, but after a while, Huang Bolu's complexion gradually worsened and his breathing became heavier.

Huang Bolu was indeed a genuine first-rate master, stronger than many masters from major sects, but he was over eighty years old after all.

In contrast, Jiangning remained unchanged.

call out!

Jiang Ning closed in and slashed horizontally with his sword.

Huang Bolu was already panting heavily, his body severely exhausted. Seeing this situation, he could no longer react. He could only lean back, and just as the sword was about to strike him, it grazed the tip of his nose, narrowly avoiding the attack.

But Jiang Ning immediately withdrew his sword after missing his target and slammed it back down, the tip of the hilt striking Huang Boliu's temple hard.

Huang Bo saw stars, his mind went blank for a moment, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground and unable to get up.

"Uh……"

Huang Bolu struggled to get up from the ground, but as if drunk, he fell heavily to the ground again the next second.

"father!"

Upon seeing this, Huang Ying shouted and tried to rush over, but she was more seriously injured than Huang Boliu and was unable to move at all.

At this moment, Huang Bolu recovered and leaned against a pillar, looking towards Jiangning.

The attack had blurred his vision.

"Who exactly are you? What deep-seated hatred do you hold against me?"

Huang Bolu then raised another question.

He genuinely didn't understand why such a master would suddenly target him. He had never met Jiang Ning before and didn't know him.

"hehe."

Jiang Ning laughed.

"Your deputy leader came to Shaanxi last year, have you forgotten him so quickly?"

Shaanxi? Deputy leader?

Wang Shuan!

Huang Bolu immediately remembered, looked at Jiang Ning with a look of surprise, and exclaimed.

"Are you from the Huashan Sect?"

Huashan Sect!

Huang Boliu looked surprised.

"You're Jiang Ning? You're Jiang Ning!"

Huang Boliu immediately understood Jiang Ning's identity.

So young, with such high martial arts skills, and a member of the Huashan Sect, yet so ruthless—there's no one else but Jiang Ning.

"Last year, you came to Shaanxi and surrounded my Mount Hua to avenge Ren Yingying."

Jiang Ning looked at him with a smile.

"Where is Ren Yingying?"

Hearing Jiang Ning's words, Huang Boliu finally understood that the other party was after Ren Yingying.

"Impossible! Don't even think about it. I won't tell you where the Holy Maiden is."

Huang Bolu immediately refused, his tone resolute.

Jiang Ning was not surprised.

He knew it wasn't so easy to press him for answers.

Jiang Ning turned to look at Huang Ying on the other side, and squatted down in front of her.

Fear filled Huang Ying's eyes. When she saw Jiang Ning walking towards her, she retreated repeatedly until she was backed into a corner with nowhere left to go.

As Jiang Ning approached, Huang Ying's heart pounded wildly.

She grew up in the Tianhe Gang and knew what would happen to some attractive women when they fell into the hands of men. Now, seeing Jiang Ning walking towards her, she could already imagine the unbearable scenes that were about to unfold.

Huang Ying's body trembled uncontrollably, and she closed her eyes in despair.

The next moment, Huang Ying felt a touch on her face, the sensation of the back of a finger stroking her cheek.

As the back of her fingers began to slide downwards, Huang Ying's heart sank to the bottom.

She could already picture her clothes being torn to shreds.

Huang Ying kept her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling incessantly.

However, after waiting for a while, she still didn't see the scene she had imagined.

Before Huang Ying could even open her eyes in confusion, that hand had already slid from her cheek to her neck, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up.

At the same time, a slightly amused voice rang out.

"Your martial arts are very familiar. Did Ren Yingying teach you? Where is she now? Tell me, or I'll crush your head."

Chapter 317: I Never Take Blackmail

Upon hearing this, Huang Ying opened her eyes and saw Jiang Ning looking at her with a smile.