Quick Travel through the Heavens: Starting from the Return of the Condor Heroes

When Fan Bailing and Ju Du were fighting with Murong Bo, the servants immediately ran to inform He Yihong. When He Yihong learned that Murong Bo was coming, he immediately rushed to Su Xinghe.

"Murong Bo!" He Yihong came here and shouted when he saw the old man in gray being beaten by Fan Bailing and Judu.

Murong Bo didn't dare to be distracted. He had already suffered a great loss. If he was distracted again, he would suffer an even greater loss.

He Yihong smiled and said, "Murong Bo has always been daydreaming about restoring the Great Yan. Thirty years ago, he spread a false message, saying that Liao warriors were going to steal the Shaolin Temple secrets, which led to the Yanmen Pass tragedy. The Song and Liao countries almost went to war. You two should stop playing with him and kill him directly. It is not a pity for Murong Bo to die!"

"Yes!" Fan Bailing and Judu immediately started to kill. Murong Bo was shocked. He didn't expect that He Yihong actually knew the truth about Yanmen Pass thirty years ago.

Although Fan Bailing and Ju Du were not as good as Murong Bo in martial arts, their skills were stronger than his opponent. This was just like how Qiao Feng's powerful Taizu Changquan made the Shaolin abbot unable to resist. In addition, their "Nine Yang Magic Skills" also had the effect of protecting the body, so Murong Bo's powerful finger techniques such as "Sanhe Finger" and "Wuxiang Jie Finger" had little effect on them.

Only four or five minutes later, Murong Bo was hit on the back by Fan Bailing, and then punched in the left rib by Ju Du, and was immediately seriously injured.

There were too many people watching, so He Yihong couldn't go forward to absorb Murong Bo's internal energy. He casually threw a stone, hitting Murong Bo's throat, killing him completely.

"Let the servants of the Murong family come and take his body back for burial!" said He Yihong.

"Yes!"

Since Murong Bo was dead, He Yihong and Li Qingluo went to take over the Murong family's property openly. Li Qingluo also sent people to move all the martial arts secrets in the Shishui Pavilion of the Murong family to Langhuan Fudi.

The master and the son were both dead, so the servants of the Murong family had no choice but to go to Suzhou under Li Qingluo's order. As for Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, they were taken to Jiaxing by He Yihong to serve Gan Baobao and the others.

A few days later, He Yihong was talking about love with Mu Wanqing near Nanhu Lake when he heard the faint sound of stringed instruments.

"Huh? Where does the music come from? Is there a family getting married?" Mu Wanqing asked curiously.

He Yihong smiled and said, "After waiting for so long, he is finally here."

"You mean... this is Ding Chunqiu?" Mu Wanqing was a little confused.

He Yihong nodded and said with a smile: "This is what Ding Chunqiu's followers said. He just likes people to flatter him. You go home first, I will deal with him."

"You have passed on so much internal energy to me, why should I be afraid of him?" Mu Wanqing said with a smile.

"Then let's come together!" He Yihong said with a smile.

The two of them used their Qinggong skills to move towards the sound of the trumpet and suona, and soon they saw Ding Chunqiu outside Jiaxing City. Ding Chunqiu's hair and beard were all white, and he really looked like a Taoist master. He was lying on a wooden chair carried by four people, waving a feather fan leisurely.

There were some people around Ding Chunqiu, some holding gongs and drums, and some holding long banners and pennants, which looked pleasing to the eye in red and green. There were also many words embroidered on the banners, such as "Xingxiu Old Immortal", "Great Divine Power", or "Boundless Magic Power" and "Terrible to the World".

Although it looked good, if it was He Yihong, he would feel uncomfortable. Only someone with a mental disorder like Ding Chunqiu could appreciate this kind of behavior.

He Yihong looked carefully at the group of followers and found a girl among them. He knew that was A Zi.

A young man behind Ding Chunqiu came to the chair and pointed at He Yihong and Mu Wanqing and shouted, "Where are you from, youngsters! You have seen the immortal, why don't you kneel down and kowtow!"

He Yihong smiled and said, "Ding Chunqiu, you are so ostentatious, don't you think others will look at you like a fool?"

Ding Chunqiu narrowed his eyes and paused in fanning himself. He then said lazily, "You two little brats, it seems you don't know my methods."

He Yihong stretched out his right hand and showed the seven-treasure ring. He smiled and said, "Ding Chunqiu, look at what this is?"

Ding Chunqiu looked over, and then his heart was shocked. He stood up and looked at He Yihong and asked sharply: "Where did you get it from?"

He Yihong played with the seven-treasure ring on his hand and said with a smile: "Ding Chunqiu, it seems that your eyesight is still very good! I wonder if your brain is smart."

Ding Chunqiu looked at He Yihong and said, "It seems that you deliberately spread the news that anyone who cracks the Zhenlong chess game can be accepted as a disciple! The purpose is probably to attract me here, right?"

He Yihong gave a thumbs up and said, "Second Brother, well said!"

Ding Chunqiu frowned when he heard He Yihong address him. He said, "It seems that my master is not dead!"

He Yihong straightened his face and said, "Ding Chunqiu, you are a traitor to your master and ancestors. Today I will clean up the mess for my master!"

He Yihong rushed forward after he finished speaking. Ding Chunqiu was not afraid of him either. He slapped the chair and rushed towards He Yihong.

Before Ding Chunqiu arrived, a white poisonous mist enveloped He Yihong. He Yihong spit out his palm power, and the white poisonous mist was wrapped in his energy and flipped back. Ding Chunqiu was naturally not afraid of his own poisonous mist. He rushed through the poisonous mist and slapped He Yihong.

"Xingxiu Old Immortal has great magical powers and boundless magic power!"

"The old immortal of Xingxiu, with his mighty power over the world, is coming to the Central Plains!"

As soon as Ding Chunqiu confronted He Yihong, the flattering disciples of Xingxiu Sect started to shout. Mu Wanqing, on the other hand, frowned as she listened, and immediately drew her sword and rushed into the group of clowns. She had cultivated her internal strength for decades, so how could these Xingxiu Sect disciples be her opponents? She was like a tiger among sheep, and after easily killing four or five Xingxiu Sect disciples, the others didn't care about cheering and quickly fled for their lives.

Ding Chunqiu and He Yihong exchanged a few moves and were shocked to find that the other party was not only powerful, but also not afraid of his poison.

"The old man actually taught you the "Northern Divine Art"!" Ding Chunqiu said as he made a move. Apart from this, he couldn't think of any other kung fu that could allow He Yihong to accumulate such a deep inner strength in such a short time.

"You know too much!" He Yihong said, and then he shouted: "Wanmei, bring some water!"

Mu Wanqing picked up a water bag on the ground and threw it at He Yihong, who sent out a sword energy to break the water bag. He used his internal energy to absorb a little water into his palm, and made it into a life and death talisman to hit Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu didn't think the water had any power, and he wasn't afraid even if it was poisonous. He reached out to grab the life and death talisman, but it suddenly disappeared.