Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

It was past noon, but the sky was not clear.

The gray clouds pressed down heavily.

Nangong Ling leaned out of the car window, about to scold him.

But he quickly shut his mouth, and his expression darkened.

He didn't expect Ah Fei's words to come true so quickly.

Four people were standing straight on the snow-covered road on both sides.

Although the carriage was warm, Nangong Ling still couldn't help but gasp when she saw the four people.

Although these four people looked to be quite old, they dressed like children.

The clothes they wore were colorful and patterned.

All four children were wearing children's shoes embroidered with tiger heads, and aprons were tied around their waists.

Although they all had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and fierce appearances, they insisted on acting like mischievous children, laughing and making faces.

Anyone who saw it would feel like throwing up their dinner from the night before.

Most remarkably, they were also wearing shiny silver bracelets on their wrists and ankles.

This makes their footsteps make a "clinking" sound.

Upon seeing these four people, Nangong Ling's face gradually turned ashen.

He suddenly said:

"Are you four disciples of the 'Five Poison Boys of Miao Paradise Cave'?"

The four oddly shaped people chuckled when they heard what he said.

One of the boys in yellow said with a smile:

"Since you recognize us, you're not entirely short-sighted. Although we don't know who you are, you might as well die here!"

As he uttered the last word, "stop," he suddenly leaped into the air and pounced on Nangong Ling.

The bracelets on his wrists and feet clashed and swayed, making a continuous, soul-stirring sound.

Nangong Ling shouted angrily:

"How dare you!"

With the sound, he had already jumped out of the car window.

He wielded his nine-section bamboo staff with such force that it blocked all directions for the boy in yellow.

Nangong Lingshi's staff technique is the most powerful move in the "Dog-Beating Staff Technique," and few in the martial arts world can withstand it completely.

Caught off guard, the boy in yellow was terrified.

He didn't have time to change his move before he plunged headfirst into the dense shadow of the sticks.

Then, a series of "bang" sounds were heard.

In the blink of an eye, the boy in yellow had been hit countless times.

Every bone in his body was intact.

With a "thud," the boy in yellow fell heavily to the ground like a pile of rotten flesh.

He knew he was going to die.

Nangong Ling stood holding his staff and snorted coldly.

He scolded the other three boys who were about to pounce on him:

"I am Nangong Ling, the leader of the Beggars' Sect. How dare you lowly scoundrels act so arrogantly? Call your master out!"

The three men stopped in their tracks as soon as the shout was uttered.

Although they were frightened by Nangong Ling's staff skills and enraged by the death of their companion, they still wore chilling grins on their faces.

One of the boys in green was sweating profusely, but he still chuckled and said:

"I see, it was Chief Nangong in person."

The other boy in red also had a smile on his face, but his hands were trembling slightly. He laughed and said:

"So, even Gang Leader Nangong is coveting the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill'?"

Nangong Ling was taken aback, her mind filled with doubt:

"Where is there a 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill'? I have never coveted it!"

The remaining boy in black chuckled:

"My master received news that the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill' has appeared in the world from beyond the Great Wall and ordered us to seize it."

The boy in green continued:

"But when we arrived, the divine skill had vanished, leaving only a terrified shopkeeper who could barely speak."

The boy in red then said:

"He only knew that the divine skill had been taken by a young man, but he couldn't explain where it went, so he fed it to my master's Five Poison Treasures."

The boy in black said:

"After tracking him for many days, we finally found out that the boy's name was A-Fei, who is the person in the car now."

The boy in green said:

"So we're stopping you here."

The boy in red chuckled and said:

"If you know what's good for you, hand over your divine skills, or when my master arrives, he won't care whether you're the gang leader or not."

Nangong Ling then understood the whole story.

It turns out that these disciples of the "Five Poison Children of Blissful Cave" were also one of the forces that fought over the fake divine skill that day.

They simply missed it and didn't learn the truth from the shopkeeper, which is why they kept chasing after him all the way here.

As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, how could Nangong Ling be intimidated by these few people?

He chuckled and shooed it away like a fly:

"You bunch of scoundrels, go back and tell 'Five Poisons Child' that he's been tricked and his divine skills are fake."

Having said that, he ignored these strange people.

But the three boys clearly did not believe him.

The boy in black grinned maliciously:

"You think it's fake just because you say so? If you don't hand over your divine skills today, you won't be leaving either."

The three men made a move as if to rush forward again.

Inside the carriage, Ah Fei sighed:

"These stubborn fools are really courting death."

Before he finished speaking, the old monk Xinmei had already stepped out of the carriage.

"Amitabha."

He looked at the three strange men and said:

"My esteemed guests, please cease your probing and depart immediately."

"We are bringing back the criminal who killed our lay Buddhist disciple to the temple, and we will not allow you to take him away."

The boy in green chuckled:

"Another old monk appeared, also trying to stop us."

The boy in red interrupted:

"Why waste words with them? Just kill them!"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow shot out from his sleeve, heading straight for Xinmei's face.

Xinmei's eyes widened, and the Buddhist beads in her hand flew out, colliding with the dark figure.

With a "poof," the dark shadow was smashed apart; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a poisonous scorpion.

The prayer beads flew past without any obstruction and struck the red-clad boy between the eyebrows.

The boy in red collapsed without uttering a sound.

His skull was smashed to pieces; he was already dead before he even hit the ground.

The other two boys were practically bloodshot with rage, rushing over from the left and right sides of Xinmei, intending to attack from both sides.

Xinmei clasped her hands together, took a deep breath, and suddenly glared angrily, shouting:

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the air rippled as the angry shout rang out.

The two boys fell to the ground in a forward-leaning posture.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that both individuals had died with blood flowing from their seven orifices.

The move Xinmei used was the Buddhist "Lion's Roar".

This technique, which uses sound as a means of attack, can catch an enemy off guard and severely injure them, even if they don't die.

Xinmei sighed deeply and uttered a Buddhist chant:

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha is merciful."

"Today we guide you to enlightenment, so that you may not bring harm to the people, and this will also bring blessings to all."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and turned back to the carriage.

Ah Fei stared in disbelief, his eyes twitching.

Other people can get away with murder, but this old monk has to come up with such a high-sounding reason for killing someone.

They truly live up to their reputation as a sect that has been evading taxes for a thousand years.

Even Chu Liuxiang frowned.

He originally intended to drive these people away, but seeing Xinmei set off first, he sat back down.

I thought that Xinmei, as a Buddhist disciple, would be compassionate and let these people off the hook.

Unexpectedly, the old monk took three lives with a single move.

Chu Liuxiang looked at Xinmei and said calmly:

"The master's magical powers are profound; it seems the pagoda in the temple is already too large to build."

These words were clearly a sarcastic jab at Xinmei's ruthless methods.

Afei raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Chu Liuxiang.

Although he looked down on these monks, he also disapproved of Xinmei's attempt to whitewash the murder.

But he admired Xinmei's methods.

Just kill them if they deserve it, why waste so much time talking?

However, he knew Chu Liuxiang's personality.

Because Chu Liuxiang respects all human life, although he hates evil, he never kills anyone.

At this moment, Nangong Ling, who was standing to the side, said:

"Brother Chu, you are mistaken. Only by using swift and decisive measures against such villains can one show the compassion of a bodhisattva."