Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Shout at the bear:

"Damn it, boss, apart from the bastard leader who hasn't changed, the other bandits are completely different from the ones we encountered last time. They're really troublesome."

Unlike last time, they didn't wear masks; by the firelight, everyone's faces were clearly visible.

Zhong Fei felt a heavy weight in his heart. The person opposite him was not afraid to see his true face, and there was no doubt that he was determined to kill them all.

This situation is unlikely to end well!

He made a quick decision: "Brother Xiang, you take your wife and Miss Lan and leave immediately. The rest of you stay behind to cover our retreat."

"Forget the carriage, head straight for Bozhou."

The guards looked relieved; few of those on this mission were afraid of death.

The remaining servants and maids panicked and turned pale when they heard that Master Xiang had only taken Madam and Miss Lan with him.

If they stayed, they would have no chance of survival against a group of vicious bandits.

"It's too late!"

Before Madam He could respond, Zhong Fei saw faint flames approaching from all sides, indicating that their escape route was clearly cut off, and the bandits in front of them were slowly closing in.

The Heyi Gang lost two men, and one of their temporarily hired martial arts instructors also died in battle.

They were outnumbered, and their opponents were no pushovers either; neither of them had any confidence in taking them down.

More and more people dismounted, carrying torches, and the entire tent was illuminated as brightly as day.

"Hehe! You guys were running, why did you stop?"

The bandits parted to the sides, and the person who had just spoken slowly emerged from the crowd.

He was dressed in a white robe, his face showing neither joy nor anger, his eyes fixed straight at them.

Zhong Fei clasped his hands in a salute and said:

"Who are you, and why are you robbing a caravan that has no goods? If you want money, you can take all the money and silver in the caravan. Just give us a way out for the sake of the Heyi Gang."

The man in white robes sneered: "Kill you all, and I'll take the travel expenses and gold and silver. Besides, what kind of scum is the Heyi Gang? You dare to bring them up to scare me?"

He then pointed at the bear: "Your swordsmanship is unpredictable and you excel at close-quarters attacks. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a derivative swordsmanship of Geumpungsa Temple in Jeju."

"You're not a monk from Jin Feng Temple, so why would Abbot Taiyin teach you derivative sword techniques? It's just a pity that you only have the sword techniques but no method to coordinate your breathing. That's quite interesting. Could it be that you learned it by stealing it? Hehe."

Xiang Xiong retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. My swordsmanship was indeed learned from Jin Feng Temple, but I never stole it. There are other reasons for that, and it's none of your business."

The man in white robes, with a sword on his left, was mocking the man in black. "Good lad," the man in black said with a laugh, "I'm doing you a favor by asking you a question, and I'm giving Monk Taiyin some face by letting you live. You don't know what's good for you."

"What way out is there?"

The man in white robes said calmly, "Gouge out your eyes, cut off your tongue, chop off your five fingers, and you'll have a way out."

Xiang Xiong glared at him angrily:

"Such a vicious path is not for me to walk alone. Let matters of the martial world be settled in the martial world. Do not regard me as a coward who fears death."

Zhong Fei blocked Xiang Xiong, who had taken half a step forward and was about to charge out:

"You already have victory in your grasp, so why go to the trouble of deliberately provoking my brothers? Since there is no turning back, we will say no more. If you want to fight, then come at us. Don't insult us with your words."

"spit!"

One of the remaining guards spat out a mouthful of phlegm:

"Chief Chung is right. Don't underestimate us. Come if you want. We'll make a profit if we take one or two down with us. Let's not let people say that the Heyi Gang members are all cowards!"

"That's right!"

"Let's fight them!"

"Come on up here, I'll fucking crush your balls!"

The man in black at the front, wielding a whip, sneered: "You dog-like creature, thinking you can talk tough with us just because you've learned a few rudimentary moves?"

"Even if your Chief Gu himself came, he would still have to serve us tea and water with utmost respect."

"Hahaha, absolutely right!"

Zhong Fei sighed and turned to stand there.

"Since you think so highly of yourselves, would you allow me to demonstrate a few moves and let us know who you really are, so we won't end up as confused ghosts in the underworld?"

"You don't need to beat around the bush and try to fool us with the Qi family's Chuanhua Cuoguquan from Shandong. Chuanhua Cuoguquan can't produce the same tricky internal energy as you."

"Kneel down and call us 'Grandpa' three times, and we'll tell you who we are. How about that?"

Zhong Fei didn't react. He took another step forward and looked at the man in white, but the dozen or so men in black all burst into laughter.

The "bandits" in front of him were numerous and powerful. The men with swords and whips were equally skilled in martial arts, and the man in white robes was clearly their leader.

If we provoke him into the competition, he will risk his life to capture the man in white, which will make them hesitant to act and thus have no choice but to live.

The man in black with the whip sneered repeatedly, while the man with the sword led his men to surround them.

Just then, the man in white robes stopped the group of people in black.

He laughed and drawled, "Do you think you'll have a way out if you capture me?"

When the man in white exposed his thoughts, Zhong Fei's expression darkened.

"So what if I give you a chance? You're so arrogant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-robed man flicked his sleeves, and before anyone knew it, he had grasped a strange weapon in his right hand.

It appears to be made of iron, and its length and size are similar to a long flute, making it impossible to distinguish its beginning and end.

If used as a stick, it cannot utilize the length and strength of a stick technique; if used as a short weapon, it lacks the sharp point of a judge's pen to strike.

The white-robed man gripped the "iron flute," his feet moving as lightly as if they were floating on air. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhong Fei.

"Well done!"

Zhong Fei shouted and swung his sword.

The white-robed man was incredibly agile. He dodged the blade with a sidestep, and with a light flick of his "Iron Flute," he tapped Zhong Fei's head and chest three times in succession, just like an Arhat striking a bell three times.

"Clang clang clang~!"

Zhong Fei changed his move to block, and the metal clanged as they struck.

The white-robed man was not surprised to see him block the attack. He pressed down on the end of the "Iron Flute" with his wrist, and the "Iron Flute" flipped along the blade and was grasped by him again. Then, with an upward thrust, he aimed straight for Zhong Fei's throat.

His moves were swift, steady, ruthless, and unpredictable, leaving Zhong Fei completely unable to react. He would lose his life in the second move!

"Hey!"

Seeing his elder brother in danger, Xiang Xiong disregarded the rules of one-on-one combat in the martial arts world and charged at the white-robed man with his knife.

The white-robed man dodged the attack, but Zhong Fei, seeing this, had no time to feel relieved. He immediately coordinated with Xiong Pofeng, sweeping him horizontally and then following up with a hidden blade attack to seize his upper path.

The two men aimed their attacks at his vital points, and the white-robed man was instantly in grave danger!

"Okay, let's do it together!"

The white-robed man's eyes flashed with ferocity. He suddenly channeled his inner energy, twisted his body to the right, and took a step and a hook.

All the onlookers saw was him pointing forward at the blade, then turning sideways and flipping, pressing his five fingers forward as if playing a flute. This move combined the thrusting and flourishing of spear techniques with the downward strikes and upward swings of staff techniques.

The real gun moves like a dragon, and the staff dances like a whirlwind across the universe!

In just a few moves, the crowd was overwhelmed with excitement, drawing cheers from the bandits.

"The white-robed man's combat experience is truly remarkable. He has clearly cultivated a pure internal martial arts style since childhood, unlike Xiang Xiong's derivative sword technique. Although it is good, it does not have the proper flow of qi, so it always feels sluggish when he moves it."

"I wonder how this person's internal energy compares to Ye Hanbing's!"

Gao Yuan couldn't help but make a comparison in his heart.

"Bang!"

Xiang Xiong's move was instantly broken, and the white-robed man's internal force caused him to stagger backward, his steps leaving marks on the dirt road.

Zhong Fei was about to pounce again, but the white-robed man turned around unexpectedly.

The "Iron Flute" was aimed at his chest, and a burst of energy was channeled into the flute. With a sharp whistling sound, a hidden weapon shot towards Zhong Fei's chest.