Chapter 106

"If we can capture her and make her recite all the martial arts under heaven, wouldn't that be equivalent to obtaining an inexhaustible treasure trove of Wu Gong?!"

A bold thought quietly rose in Brother Ning Chuan's heart.

Just as Zhou Botong and Southern Murong Fu were locked in fierce combat.

On the other side, the four great retainers of the Southern Murong clan had long been unable to hold back.

They exchanged a glance, roared in unison, and charged toward the Four Great Villains besieged by the Taohuadao disciples and the remaining experts of Xixia Yipintang!

They intended to join forces with the people of Xixia Yipintang to first eliminate the disciples of Taohuadao!

Deng Baichuan's heavy-backed broadsword, powerful and heavy, carried the might of splitting mountains and cracking stones with every slash!

Gongye Qian's abacus transformed into a sky filled with golden light, hiding murderous intent, specifically targeting the enemy's lower body!

Bao Biantong's judge's brush was cunning and ruthless, never missing vital points with every strike!

Feng Boe's iron oar swept away thousands of troops, unstoppable in its path!

The addition of the four great retainers instantly greatly reduced the pressure on the people of Xixia Yipintang, who were already in dire straits!

The situation once again fell into a stalemate!

Although the people of Taohuadao, relying on the mysterious combined formation and the strength boost brought by the dragon blood bestowed by Brother Ning Chuan, could barely hold on.

Facing the siege of so many experts, they were also in grave danger and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Standing in the distance watching the battle, the Northern Beggar Hong Hong Qigong now frowned, his Expression turned solemn.

He felt that the situation on Taohuadao today was becoming more and more tricky, more and more complex.

First Xixia Yipintang, now Southern Murong.

These famous forces in the Jianghu had actually gathered here, and their targets seemed to point directly at the Nine Yin Manual and Zhou Botong.

Behind this, there was likely an even greater conspiracy hidden.

He instinctively glanced toward the direction of the calm, waveless pool.

Yet he still could not perceive any aura of Brother Ning Chuan, as if there was nothing beneath that pool.

He couldn't help but feel secretly anxious in his heart.

How long would this mysterious Dragon Island Lord remain in seclusion?

If he does not come out again, relying solely on these juniors, they will truly be unable to hold on!

Just as Hong Hong Qigong, anxious in his heart, hesitated over whether to intervene early.

Suddenly!

An abnormality occurred again!

It was seen that from the peach grove on the outskirts of Taohuadao, four masked figures rushed out silently once more!

These four figures were all dressed in black night-attire, with black cloths covering their faces, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

The moment they appeared, they emitted four powerful, suffocating Grandmaster Realm auras!

They were... they were all Grandmaster Realm experts!

Moreover, their target was not Qu Qu Lingfeng and the others currently in fierce combat.

It pointed directly at the Old Pervert Zhou Botong, who was entangled in endless fighting with Southern Murong Fu and was at a loss under Wang Yuyan's guidance!

Clearly, their target was also the Nine Yin Manual!

"Not good! The Old Pervert is in danger!"

Hong Hong Qigong's face changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm!

He never expected that so many Grandmaster experts were hidden in the dark!

Moreover, they actually chose this moment to launch a joint surprise attack on Zhou Botong!

Southern Murong Fu, seeing these four suddenly appearing masked Grandmasters, was also greatly shocked!

He did not know the origin of these people, but seeing their clear target pointing directly at Zhou Botong, his heart sank.

If these people succeeded, wouldn't his efforts today be in vain?!

Zhou Botong was also screaming wildly, bitterly complaining in his heart.

He was already struggling to cope with just Southern Murong Fu.

Now four masked Grandmasters, whose strength was no less than Southern Murong Fu's, suddenly appeared!

How can we fight?!

Without thinking, he intended to use Lightness Skill to escape.

However, those four masked Grandmasters were clearly well-prepared.

Their figures flickered, and in a mysterious formation, they surrounded Zhou Botong completely!

The four attacked simultaneously; four different yet equally powerful Grandmaster Realm true qi, like a net of heaven and earth, swept toward Zhou Botong!

One person's palm struck like a dragon, with majestic momentum.

One person's sword light was like snow, fast as lightning, the sword qi grim, a domineering sword technique from the Eastern Land of Fusang!

One person's finger wind was sharp, piercing Jin Shi, with a trace of sinister and eerie coldness in the finger force, seemingly some kind of Mi Sect finger technique from the Western Regions!

One person's movement was like a ghost, with double claws like hooks, the moves ruthless,

Although Zhou Botong was innocent by nature and ignorant of worldly affairs, his Wu Gong was truly top-tier Grandmaster level!

He knew the situation was critical and dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

He pushed the Left-Right Mutual Combat Technique to the extreme, using both hands to simultaneously execute the Empty Fist and the Seventy-Two Moves of the Empty Fist.

For a moment, fist shadows and palm shadows flew everywhere, colliding fiercely with the attacks of those four masked Grandmasters!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

How terrifying is a Grandmaster Realm battle?!

The entire Taohuadao seemed to tremble violently under the impact of this furious energy!

Countless peach trees were uprooted, turning into a sky filled with wood shavings!

The hard ground was blasted with huge, deep pits!

Flying sand and rolling stones blocked out the sun and moon!

It was as if the apocalypse had descended!

Although Zhou Botong, relying on the technique of Left-Right Mutual Combat, could simultaneously deal with the siege of multiple masters.

But two fists cannot defeat four hands; a hero cannot withstand a crowd!

Moreover, these four masked grandmasters were each immensely powerful, coordinated with perfect harmony, obviously having prepared meticulously.

Add to that Southern Murong Fu standing nearby, watching with predatory intent, ready to strike a dirty blow at any moment.

Zhou Botong gradually felt his strength failing, danger looming everywhere; several times he nearly had vital points struck by their attacks.

Just at this critical moment!

Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar who had been standing aside watching the fight, could finally hold back no longer!

He roared in anger, and the emerald green bamboo staff in his hand suddenly transformed into a green dragon!

"Bold ruffians! Dare to bully the few with the many right before this old beggar! Do you truly think I, the old beggar, am dead?!"

Hong Qigong finally struck!

From the martial arts moves of those four masked grandmasters, he had vaguely recognized their identities and origins!

"Hmph! Rats who hide their heads and show their tails! Heaven Number One, Duan Tianya; Earth Number One, Gui Hai Yidao; Mystery Number One, Shangguan Haitang; Yellow Number One, Cheng Shifei."

"When did the Four Great Spies of the Hu Long Shanzhuang become interested in the Nine Yin Manual?!"

"Could it be that the people of the Great Ming Dynasty also wish to meddle in the conflicts of the Great Song Wu Lin?!"

Hong Qigong's voice was like rolling thunder, filled with boundless fury and majesty!

The Beggar's Staff Technique in his hands unfolded, exquisite beyond compare, changing in myriad ways!

Sometimes lifting, sometimes deflecting, sometimes entangling, sometimes poking, sometimes tripping, sometimes sweeping!

Every move and every form contained infinite mysteries, like a antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to be found!

By his own strength, he actually forcibly held back all four Great Spies of Hu Long Shanzhuang: Heaven, Earth, Mystery, and Yellow!

The terrifying power of a grandmaster at the absolute peak was revealed without doubt at this very moment!

"Hong Qigong! Do you truly wish to make an enemy of the Great Ming's Hu Long Shanzhuang for the sake of a Zhou Botong?!"

Duan Tianya, Heaven Number One, spoke with a cold voice, his Illusion Sword transforming into a sky filled with sword shadows, clashing fiercely with Hong Qigong's Beggar's Staff Technique.

"We, by the secret order of the Divine Marquis, have come to retrieve the Nine Yin Manual. This is a matter of state; anyone daring to obstruct shall be killed without mercy!"

"Pah! What nonsense state matter!" Hong Qigong scolded angrily. "The Nine Yin Manual belongs to the Great Song Wu Lin; since when do you, the Great Ming imperial court's hounds, get to lay hands on it?!"

"With this old beggar here, you shall not succeed!"

Gui Hai Yidao, Shangguan Haitang, and Cheng Shifei also each unleashed their own supreme arts, coordinating with Duan Tianya to fight Hong Qigong together.