The Villain's Counterattack

"Damn it!" Bi Xuan looked at the green figure facing him not far ahead, his face ashen.

He had a slender and straight figure, dressed in an exquisite and gorgeous sky-blue Taoist robe, with his long black hair tied up with a white hairpin. It was simple, natural and harmonious, and did not affect his temperament at all. He carried a three-foot green sword on his back and held a emerald green jade flute in his hand, looking relaxed and contented.

How many times has this happened?

There are always some unruly people on the grassland who are bent on opposing the Turks. As the Turkic martial master, he is committed to attacking his competitors and preventing the emergence of a second grandmaster, so as not to affect the Turkic hegemony on the grassland.

Great masters continue to emerge in the Central Plains, and Bi Xuan is somewhat overwhelmed. He wants to train more helpers, but these helpers must have one prerequisite: they must truly belong to the Turks and can be used by the Turks.

The Flying Eagle Qu Ao, who was suppressed by himself and betrayed by Zhao Deyan before, is a Tiele master and cannot be used by the Turks. Although Ba Fenghan, who killed his eldest disciple, is a Turk, he is of humble origin and hates the Turkic Wolf Army with a deep hatred, so he cannot be kept.

I used all my strength to severely injure him and turn him into a useless person. If Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling had not joined forces to attack, I would have definitely killed him on the spot. However, this man's tendons and veins were all broken, making him a cripple, so his life or death didn't matter much.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were rare young masters in the Central Plains, and he had heard a lot about them. They were good friends with Ba Fenghan, and he had planned to kill them at the beginning to prevent them from becoming opponents of the Turkic Wolf Army.

But since the two of them worked so well together, even if I attacked them with all my might, I'd probably suffer heavy losses or even be injured. The Khan was about to launch an attack on the Mohe tribe, and if I got injured at this moment, it would be somewhat affected, and the loss would outweigh the gain. Furthermore, it was rumored that Kou Zhong had formed the Young Marshal's Army and was aiming for dominance in the Central Plains. He was a rival of the Duke of Liao, so if I killed him, wouldn't that be fulfilling his wish?

He traveled thousands of miles to attack and kill Ba Fenghan, and suffered heavy losses in the fierce battles along the way, but a grandmaster is a grandmaster, and it is not easy to kill Kou and Xu, and he cannot stop them from leaving.

But he never expected that just after he ran ten miles, a green figure appeared in front of him. This person seemed to be gazing at the stars, looking up at the sky instead of looking at himself, and seemed to be in harmony with nature and impeccable. This made Bi Xuan alert and he quietly avoided it.

After walking another ten miles, the other party appeared not far in front of him again, with the same posture, the same expression, and the same indifference. Bi Xuan once again took a detour, but...

Things can happen once or twice, but not three times. Appearing in front of me three times in a row is definitely not a coincidence. The other party is waiting for me!

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?" Bi Xuan was also a man with a bad temper. How could a grandmaster be easily dealt with?

The man suddenly turned around, looked at Bi Xuan with a smile and said, "Wasn't Fellow Daoist Bi Xuan very majestic when he bullied the younger generation just now? Although my two disciples are orphans, they are not unloved and unloved, and can be bullied by others. Turkic Martial Master, a dignified martial arts grandmaster, bullying two young men in their early twenties, isn't it a bit too much?"

"Isn't it excessive for a master to step in when his disciple is being bullied?" The Taoist opposite him stared intently at Bi Xuan and said in a deep voice, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Bi Xuan's heart suddenly sank, and he almost couldn't help but take action first. His whole body was cold, and he felt a little relieved after practicing Yan Yang Dafa with all his strength. Information about Shuanglong quickly emerged in his mind. They had learned everything from the "Eternal Life Secret". They had been lonely and helpless until the He Shi Bi farce in the Buddhist sect in Luoyang City. Only then did they spread the news that they had found their master and were registered disciples.

A disciple as good as Shuanglong, one could even say he was outstanding, was only listed in name only. How powerful must his master be?

Looking at all the masters in the Central Plains, who is the most likely?

Ning Daoqi?

Haha, it’s not that Bi Xuan looks down on Ning Daoqi, he’s just not worthy of being Shuanglong’s master.

Who is the most likely candidate besides Ning Daoqi?

"Xiaoyaozi!" Bi Xuan paused for a moment, and the Taoist opposite nodded slightly and said, "Blessings and infinite heavenly venerable, I, Xiaoyaozi, greet fellow Daoist Bi Xuan."

"The leader of the hermits in the Central Plains, Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, has come to the grassland. I wonder what he is doing here?" Bi Xuan took the initiative and asked first.

"I just wandered around when I felt like it, and when my heart was moved." Xiaoyaozi (Yang Xuyan) gave him a deep look. "I never thought I'd witness the foremost figure on the grassland, the Turkic Martial Master, abusing a child. It's truly an eye-opener."

Bi Xuan stared closely at the Taoist in front of him, who looked like an immortal. He couldn't tell his age from his face. He had the face of a man in his twenties or thirties, the white hair of a man in his seventies or eighties, and clear eyes.

The most important thing is that as a powerful grandmaster of the Turkic martial arts, Bi Xuan could not sense the breath of the person opposite him at all.

Yes, if it weren't for the fact that the naked eye could see it and the ears could hear the sound, there would actually be no aura at all on this person.

Breath is very important for warriors. The aura of different strong people, and even different people of the same level, is different. Not to mention ordinary people who cover their breath. For warriors with strong strength and high realm, sensing the breath of others is a common means, not to mention the great masters.

But although Xiaoyaozi was standing right in front of him, he had a feeling of being one with nature, and harmoniously integrated with the universe. If one didn't pay special attention, he would look like a blade of grass when standing on the grass, and like a stone sculpture when sitting on a stone. He could even control his presence at will.

The unity of man and nature is not a difficult method for a grandmaster, but it is a state that can only be entered when one is deeply practicing Taoism or using all his strength to perform a special skill. However, the Taoist opposite seems to be in harmony with heaven and earth at all times.

This strange situation was something Bi Xuan had never seen before in his life, forcing him to be careful and alert. This was also the reason why he had intentionally avoided it twice before.

His intuition told him that he had no chance of winning against this person!

Such a person is too dangerous, even more dangerous than Yang Xuyan, the Duke of Liao.

Although Yang Xuyan, the Duke of Liao, was strong, as long as he was alert and on guard, and with the powerful military force of the Turks, he would not be afraid of Liaodong given the vast grasslands.

But Xiaoyaozi's strength lies in his personal ability. He comes and goes without a trace. With his state of being in harmony with nature at all times, if he were to sneak into the Turkic royal court, even he himself would not be able to discover him. At that time, the life and death of the Turkic high-level officials would depend on his decision.

Uncontrollable murderous intent suddenly erupted, Bi Xuanyi followed his heart, and unleashed the Yan Yang Dafa with all his strength. The ground cracked under his feet, and the fluttering true energy mixed with a burst of fiery red slammed towards Xiaoyaozi fiercely.

Amidst a resounding bang, dust and grass debris flew everywhere. Bi Xuan was frozen motionless. A powerful hand from behind him gently rested on his shoulder. A gentle male voice reached his ear: "The world is so beautiful. Why are you so irritable, Martial Master? This is not good. I am sending you an invitation to gather with you at Mount Tai next Mid-Autumn Festival to discuss the profound principles of the Dao with the other Grandmasters. There will be many Grandmasters who will be willing to challenge you in martial arts. I am old, and I am not your best opponent."

After he finished speaking, a breeze started to blow, and the pressure on his shoulders was relieved immediately. Bi Xuan turned around abruptly, and there was no Taoist figure around him. Only an invitation card fell from the sky and landed lightly in front of him.

"Xiaoyao Sect's Xiaoyaozi!" Bi Xuan watched the invitation spinning endlessly in front of him, refusing to land. His eyes gleamed with an icy light. "Since you're a formidable enemy of the Turks and have come to the grasslands, I'd be remiss if I let you leave without giving it a try. Don't blame me. Martial arts have no boundaries, but warriors do. I hope you won't be absent next Mid-Autumn Festival. It's not easy to escape the pursuit of a hundred thousand Golden Wolf soldiers."