Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Gao Yuan was thrown back four or five steps by the force of the energy, and a sweet taste rose in his throat.

"Big brother!"

"Good brother!"

"Young Master!"

Chang Ying and the others wanted to step forward, but Gao Yuan shook his head and waved them away.

He swallowed the metallic taste, took the sword from the little girl Chang Ying's arms, but his heart was pounding.

With a single finger, the old man nearly caused his Northern Darkness True Qi to dissipate.

Even when poisoned, they're still so good at fighting!

This was the first time Gao Yuan had ever directly experienced such formidable internal strength.

No wonder he's an old man with the title of "One of the Four Great Masters of Tianlong"!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Granny Yu. Although she had narrowly avoided the first two fingers, her sleeve had been pierced with a large finger hole.

At this moment, Murong Bo landed in mid-air, his posture as steady as Mount Tai.

Sang Tugong and Sikong Xuan were both on high alert.

The remaining twenty or so men, armed with swords and guns, surrounded him in the middle of the deserted courtyard.

"Who are you to dare provoke Lingjiu Palace? This is not a place for you to run wild!"

Granny Yu stood there coldly, while Qin Ziqing scolded her in a coquettish voice.

Murong Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes shone like stars, exuding an aura of dominance over everyone, and no longer showed any signs of being downcast or hunchbacked.

"Brother Gao, I am very sorry that you do not know how to appreciate my kindness."

Gao Yuan didn't even blink.

"Brother Yan, you flatter me. It's not that I don't want to go to Dengzhou with you for drinks and conversation, but rather that my lord has invited me, and I simply cannot leave at the moment."

"Don't you know that a forced summer melon only tastes bitter!"

Murong Bo's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said confidently, "That's not quite right. A forced summer melon may not be sweet, but it... quenches thirst!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned to Sang Tugong: "You think you can move my old donkey?"

When Sang Tugong was glanced at, he immediately shivered, as if he had been stared at by a ferocious beast, and a chill ran straight to the top of his head.

......

He stared at Sangtugong, waiting for another move.

suddenly......

Murong Bo's brows furrowed.

However, as he continuously circulated his internal energy, the effects of the intestinal-severing powder spread, and his meridians were no longer numb; instead, they began to feel a slight tingling pain.

Fortunately, Gao Yuan was afraid that he would notice, so he didn't give him too much medication, but he couldn't just leave it untreated forever.

If you keep entangled with other people, and wait for the poison to take full effect, you won't be able to use even half of your martial arts skills, and you won't be able to defeat the boy.

"Sang Tugong, you have insulted me. You can't just let it go after that. I'll settle things with you next time. I'll let you live a little longer."

The immense pressure on Sangtugong suddenly dissipated, and he wished he could immediately run back to Bilin Cave to hide.

What a living devil!

When Gao Yuan met Murong Bo's gaze, he felt like he was being targeted; it seemed that "Brother Yan" was focusing his attacks on him.

Fortunately, if he only focused on himself, the women of Lingjiu Palace and Chang Ying should be safe.

Furthermore, the old man was poisoned, although the dosage was small, it was suppressed by his powerful internal energy.

But if he keeps relying on luck, how can he withstand it?

His mind raced, and he used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to leap over walls and tread on wood, speeding towards the main road outside the courtyard.

"Trying to run away?"

The blue-and-white donkey brayed.

Murong Bo took to the air in pursuit.

"Stop him!"

Granny Yu, who was on the side, also realized who his target was, and seized the opportunity to launch a swift attack with her staff.

Several young girls from Lingjiu Palace blocked the way with hooks, their four iron hooks aimed directly at Murong Bo's torso and limbs.

The disciples of Bilin Cave drew their spears and thrust them into the air, while Sang Tugong accurately predicted their dodging position, his hair-like needles poised to strike.

Generally, if someone leaps into the air and has no foothold to step on, it is very difficult for them to counterattack.

however.

An unbelievable thing happened: the iron hook whistled through the air, tearing through the wind.

Murong Bo lightly tapped his left foot with his right, raising his body slightly higher into the air. As he dodged Granny Yu's iron staff, his foot struck the iron hook that was coming from the air, and the howling wind stopped abruptly.

He didn't land; instead, he lightly leaped on the first iron hook, his figure flashing as he stepped on the second... and then the third.

It's like flying through the air!

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the courtyard, leaving behind a crowd of astonished people.

......

After leaving the deserted courtyard, the two sped off one after the other, the wind whistling as trees and weeds rushed past them, turning into blurry shadows.

"Lingbo Weibu?"

Murong Bo knew a part of the Lingbo Weibu footwork, but he couldn't catch up with Gao Yuan for a long time. He also saw that Gao Yuan's steps were seemingly point-like but not point-like, and contained the Eight Trigrams of the I Ching. Murong Bo suddenly realized the truth.

Good lad, no wonder I felt he was quite knowledgeable about the classics when we discussed the Book of Changes, now I understand.

At this moment, he grasped the key point and harbored the intention to kill. Now, he only wanted to capture the boy alive and ask him about the profound secrets of the Lingbo Weibu martial arts.

Before long, the two deviated from the main road and stepped into the bamboo forest by the small river.

Murong Bo glanced around, then used his full lightness skill to leap off the bamboo poles and fly forward like a bird chasing after something.

Upon seeing this, Gao Yuan's expression changed slightly.

Old Bangzi has a wealth of martial arts knowledge. Although he doesn't have the complete Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), his various light-footwork transitions are surprisingly smooth.

If it weren't for the Lingbo Weibu technique, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to run more than ten zhang before he caught up with me.

The bamboo leaves rustled in the night wind, and the distance between the two shortened slightly, but they remained locked in a stalemate where neither could catch up nor shake off the other.

After running for about fifty more zhang, Gao Yuan suddenly felt a strong sense of dread.

There's a murderous aura about him!

"Brother Gao, we're all acquaintances now, why rush? Why not stop, let's set aside our past grievances, and discuss important matters together? Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

On the riverbank in front of the bamboo forest, a chilling sword aura condensed on Gao Yuan's body, the sword aura hidden and not yet released.

From the sound emanating from his internal energy, one could roughly gauge the strength of this person; he didn't seem to be much weaker than him.

If he rushes forward any further, the sword energy will be unleashed.

not good!

Gao Yuan's steps shifted and changed, then he suddenly stopped.

On the riverbank, a figure slowly emerged from beneath several lush bamboo stalks.

It was none other than Hong Zhaoren, the leader of the Kuangfeng Sect.

Gao Yuan glanced to his left and saw another person standing there with a knife, whose aura was equally imposing.

"Good lad, you've given this old man far too many surprises!"

Murong Bo landed lightly, his words still carrying an air of appreciation, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

At this moment, the three people stood in different positions in the bamboo forest, forming a triangular encirclement. No matter which side he tried to break through from, he would be held back.

"Sir, am I mistaken? Does Brother Gao's martial arts and talent meet your standards?"

Hong Zhaoren spoke gently, like a spring breeze, as if old friends were reminiscing.

Gao Yuan glanced discreetly at the riverbank not far away, then secretly adjusted his breathing to assess the situation.

The three men did not attack immediately, assuming he had nowhere to escape.

At this point, with three against one, he might be able to beat Hong Zhaoren one-on-one, but it wouldn't make a difference.

It would take at least a hundred moves for the two to determine a winner, not to mention there was a highly skilled old man watching them intently from the side.

simply......

There's absolutely no chance of winning!

"Indeed, your judgment is sharp. He is indeed a young hero, with both martial arts skills and talent being top-notch, but..."

Murong Bo changed the subject: "Since you know my secrets, yet refuse to travel with me, keeping you around will only bring trouble. You cannot keep me."

"Zhaoren, this trouble is all because you revealed my identity without authorization. Otherwise, why would I have come all the way here to find him?"

At this point, Murong Bo's words suddenly turned even colder, revealing his obvious displeasure.

If it weren't for the fact that his dealings with the Zoroastrianism required Hong Zhaoren to take the lead, he would never have revealed the Murong family's identity to him.

However, if he continues to present himself as Yan Longyuan, he will not be able to dispel the doubts of the Zoroastrians, which is truly a dilemma.

"Please calm down, sir. I did not do it on purpose. I only wanted to bring him under your command, and I lost my sense of proportion for a moment."

Hong Zhaoren's face showed a hint of bitterness and helplessness: "He is so young, yet his skill is already comparable to mine. I acted rashly in a moment of panic... My coming here is a way to atone for my mistake!"

"Birds sing, flowers fall, where are the people? Bamboo dies, paulownia withers, phoenix does not come."

"Brother Gao, come back with us. Don't let yourselves become like bamboo that dies and paulownia that withers!"

Hong Zhaoren turned his head and began to speak, using a poem to admonish the young man.

The man standing with his sword in the bamboo grove, clearly keeping a close eye on Gao Yuan, spoke warily, "Sir, Brother Hong, he's secretly gathering his strength. Don't give him a chance!"

Hong Zhaoren looked over upon hearing this, his expression a mixture of amusement and ambiguity:

"Brother Ren is absolutely right. Brother Gao must be extremely cunning to have managed to evade capture by Penglai. Sir, let's subdue him first."

Murong Bo nodded in agreement, and Brother Ren from the bamboo forest immediately charged forward with his sword, his speed no less than that of Hong Zhaoren.

Gao Yuan cursed under his breath, preparing to risk serious injury to escape.

Just then.

His ears trembled slightly, amidst the soft rustling of the wind through the bamboo grove...

There seemed to be a faint, almost imperceptible sigh mixed in.

It is extremely faint and light, with a deep, even, and lingering aroma.

Unless it was deliberately emitted, none of the people in the bamboo grove could have overheard it.

Yes!

Above the nine heavens, jade-like light poured down.

A soft sigh escapes as it disappears into the deep darkness and the rustling bamboo forest.

Tiny bamboo leaves fluttered down, like a green rain.

All that could be seen were the slender, unyielding tips of the green bamboo.

A lone figure stands quietly amidst the falling leaves and tree branches.

Despite the wind rustling the bamboo tips, she remained unmoved, as steady as a rock, floating gracefully without falling!

She simply flicked two fingers out of thin air.

Guided by true qi, the green bamboo leaves detached from the nodes, and a single emerald green bamboo leaf was gently rolled between two fingers.

Bamboo stands tall against the wind, its breath drawing in the flowers and leaves!

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