The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

The next morning, the snowstorm that had raged all night finally died down. The sky was as blue as if it had been washed by water. The warm sunlight sprinkled on the white snow, refracting dazzling light and adding a rare warmth to this cold winter day.

Master Yideng stood quietly by, waiting patiently for Xiaolongnu to finish feeding little Guo Xiang.

After Xiao Longnu finished, Master Yideng's expression became stern, and he flicked his sleeves lightly, and said in a firm tone: "Rescuing people is urgent. If we delay, something bad will happen. Let's hurry up."

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and suddenly rushed out more than a meter away in the snow like lightning. The snowflakes he raised looked like a silver streak under the sunlight.

Seeing this, Ye Fan, Xiaolongnu and Ci'en did not dare to slack off at all and hurriedly used their lightness skills to catch up.

Xiaolongnu lightly held the still sleeping Guo Xiang in her arms, her beautiful face looking even more elegant and refined against the backdrop of the sunlight on the snow.

Feeling that hint of warmth, Xiaolongnu's mood became cheerful and her steps became lighter.

Her figure flashed like a dancing butterfly, and in the blink of an eye she surpassed Master Yideng and took the lead.

When Ci'en saw this, he was shocked.

He originally did not take this seemingly timid girl seriously, but he did not expect that her martial arts skills were so powerful.

The competitive spirit in Ci'en's heart suddenly surged. He snorted coldly, exerted force with his legs, poured his internal energy into the soles of his feet, and rushed forward like an arrow.

His figure passed across the snow, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Xiao Longnu is the descendant of the Ancient Tomb School, who is unrivaled in the world in light Kung Fu. She has been practicing advanced light Kung Fu in the ancient tomb since she was young, and her body movements are exquisite and unique.

Ci'en, known in the martial arts world as "Iron Palm Floating on Water", has been famous for a long time and his attainments in light skills are also extraordinary.

The two of them started chasing with all their might, and in an instant they were dozens of feet away. In the vast snowfield, from a distance they looked like two fast-moving black dots.

Ye Fan knew Ci En's past very well, and was worried that he might suddenly have another vicious attack, which would be bad for Xiao Long Nu.

He did not dare to hesitate and used his lightness skills to catch up with him so that he could protect him.

Although Ye Fan's lightness skill is not as exquisite as that of Xiaolongnu and Ci'en, his internal strength is powerful and deep. The internal strength is continuously poured into his feet, making every step he takes full of strength.

At the beginning, he was very far away from the two people in front of him and could only see two blurry silhouettes.

However, as time went by, after walking for less than half an hour, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the backs of the two people in front of him became clearer and clearer in his eyes, and the distance between him and them was gradually shortening.

After a while, Ye Fan could clearly see the figures of Xiaolongnu and Ci'en.

At this time, Xiaolongnu and Ci'en also realized that Ye Fan was gradually approaching, and a different emotion surged in their hearts.

Since she was a child, Xiaolongnu has been practicing with her master in an ancient tomb, receiving strict teaching and influence.

She is naturally intelligent and has a high level of comprehension. In addition, she has been influenced by her master's teachings and deeds for a long time, so her heart has always remained clear and peaceful. She is not disturbed by the disturbances of the outside world and is rarely fettered by worldly affairs.

However, since she met Ye Fan and gradually opened her heart to him, Xiao Longnu's originally cold and frosty temperament began to slowly change.

The power of love is like a spring breeze, quietly awakening the girlish feelings hidden deep in her heart.

At this moment, she saw Ci'en, who was agile and walked as fast as the wind, following closely behind her.

A hint of solemnity flashed across Xiaolongnu's beautiful eyes.

She thought to herself, "This monk's Qinggong is indeed extraordinary, but my Ancient Tomb Sect's Qinggong is also unrivaled in the world, and I will never lose to him so easily!"

Thinking of this, Xiaolongnu opened her red lips and let out a tender cry, and the true energy in her body instantly flowed throughout her body.

She put more force on her feet and rushed out like an arrow, her speed increasing suddenly.

At the same time, her figure became extremely light, as if she had merged into one with the snowflakes flying in the sky.

From afar, one could only see a faint shadow rapidly passing through the snow, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the vast sky and earth.

Guo Xiang was still sleeping soundly in her arms, not disturbed at all by the high-speed movement.

Seeing that Xiaolongnu's speed increased again, Ci'en felt more and more dissatisfied.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying his best to push the internal force in his body to the limit.

In an instant, he felt the internal force surging in his meridians, like a surging river.

At the same time, his feet seemed to be as fast as the wind, and every step he took brought up a slight whirlwind. His body was as fast as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he had rushed forward a long distance.

However, this is a long-distance race after all, and the final outcome often depends on the depth of the internal strength of both sides.

In this way, the two of them ran all the way, which lasted for more than half an hour.

During this period, Xiaolongnu relied on the Tai Chi principles taught by Ye Fan, skillfully applied the essence of it, practiced the Jade Girl Heart Sutra she had learned both positively and negatively, and integrated them into each other, forming a nearly perfect internal force circulation system.

As a result, after this fierce competition, the loss of her own internal strength was much less than that of Ci'en.

On the other hand, Ci'en, because he had used all his internal energy to pursue the enemy from the very beginning, his internal energy consumption was extremely huge.

As time went by, he gradually felt overwhelmed, and his originally light and quick steps began to become heavy and slow.

He watched as Xiaolongnu's figure in front of him gradually moved away, and the distance between them continued to widen. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he was unable to get any closer.

At this moment, Ci'en couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of frustration.

Back then, he roamed the world with his ferocious iron palm kung fu and his elusive light skills. He was confident of his martial arts skills and had few rivals.

But who could have expected that in just one day and one night, first the Iron Palm Technique was defeated by Ye Fan, and now even his Lightness Kung Fu was defeated by the seemingly weak Xiao Longnu in front of him.

When he thought of this, Ci'en's face turned pale and he felt extremely depressed. He seemed to have lost all his fighting spirit in an instant.

Not only that, at this moment he suddenly felt that his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and they were soft and unresponsive to him.

Ci'en was startled and thought to herself, "Could it be that my time of death has really come? How come I can't even compare to such a young girl?"

Once this thought arose, it spread in his heart like weeds, making him more and more anxious.

At this moment, two figures came rushing over like a gust of wind. They were Master Yideng and Ye Fan.

When they arrived, they saw Ci'en looking listless. His originally heroic and unrivaled aura seemed to have disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Master Yideng stared at Ci'en, his eyes revealing a trace of concern and regret, and he slowly said: "Ci'en, why are you still so obsessed with this number of wins and losses, and why can't you see through it? In life, victory and defeat are nothing but passing clouds."