Chapter 41

"Die! Bald donkey!" Xiong Qingyuan did not give the other party a chance to talk nonsense. Regarding this bald donkey, he himself did not have a shred of good feeling.

Just a moment ago, the other party wanted to kill his most precious disciple, and the murderous intent in his heart could no longer be filled.

As soon as he made a move, it was his signature skill, the Primordial Palm, driven by profound internal energy. The palm wind was fierce, three times stronger than that of Kumu Shangren just now.

And this bald donkey, seeing this, dared not hold back, let alone not fight back.

Facing Xiong Qingyuan's palm power, he also quickly struck out a palm technique, rigid and vigorous, full of overwhelming masculine power.

"Shaolin Great Strength Vajra Palm."

Boom!

The two shook, emitting a sound like metal clashing. Xiong Qingyuan's eyes erupted with fierce color, but his mouth said calmly: "Not bad palm technique."

His hands did not show mercy. His five fingers closed, turning into a fist seal, and his fist momentum changed. Instantly, he performed the Huashan Broken Jade Fist.

This fist momentum was like breaking a strike, and under Xiong Qingyuan's profound Primordial internal energy, it appeared even more violent.

Both of them walked the path of rigidity, so they fought openly and boldly, fist to flesh, but Xiong Qingyuan's expression did not change.

And after the two fought and exchanged dozens of moves, the monk's expression changed.

On the other side, Ning Qingyu also made a move. His sword was brilliant; it looked somewhat calm, but the sharpness a zhang away was enough to make one's heart cold.

Swish swish!

The sword qi on the blade carried a bit of warm sharpness, not giving Kumu a chance, and faintly, it had already approached his side.

The latter hurriedly gathered internal energy on his palm, using his palm as a sword, and the palm power spat out internal energy, blasting over.

Clang!

Sizzle sizzle!

However, the next second, Kumu Shangren screamed: "Ah!"

His palm, which was originally indestructible, had now been broken in half.

"Ignorant!"

Ning Qingyu said coldly, his sword technique flicked, like a snake spitting out its tongue, and a purple sword light flashed, carrying a trace of blood.

"You, you, you..."

Kumu Shangren's eyes revealed an extremely terrified expression, pointing at Ning Qingyu, unable to speak, and with a miserable cry, he fell backward and died.

The gap between a peak expert and a first-class martial artist was not to say like a chasm, but there was a large gap.

Ning Qingyu himself was a top-tier expert among peak experts, and his internal energy cultivation was only two meridians away from opening all eight meridians and becoming a peerless martial artist.

And having cultivated the Zixia Divine Skill all these years, he had pushed his potential to the extreme, and his internal energy could exert twelve percent. And as soon as he made a move, it was his most signature sword technique, the Xiyi Sword Technique.

Kumu Shangren was first deprived of his spirit, and secondly, he had never fought with a peak expert, so he did not know its power, and naturally, he was instantly killed.

Kumu's instant death made Fang Ye's heart tremble, and his moves were no longer coherent.

"Haha! Die!"

Such a good opportunity, Xiong Qingyuan naturally did not let go, instantly finding the other party's flaw, and smashed over with several punches fiercely.

The moves changed, using fists to resist hammers, like entering a land without people.

After three hammers, he smashed the latter until he vomited blood and was severely wounded.

In itself, this monk's internal energy cultivation was a few points worse than his, plus his mind was restless, and he was caught by the opportunity. In martial arts fighting, sometimes victory or defeat was in this instant.

And Xiong Qingyuan grasped this fleeting flaw and struck with his most violent move, naturally winning.

The Three-Yuan Hammer Technique was his final trump card, and it was his signature technique before joining the Huashan Sect.

In itself, this was a military martial art, a technique on the battlefield, a fist technique evolved by military generals using iron hammers.

Since ancient times, those who used hammers as weapons could be said to be fierce generals, extremely violent, such as Ma Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty, Pei Yuanqing of the Sui and Tang periods, and Mu Ying of the late Yuan Dynasty. These were all fierce generals of an era.

Naturally, the fist technique evolved in the army was also extremely rigid and vigorous, but after joining the Huashan Sect, Xiong Qingyuan almost never performed it, and no one knew about it anymore.

This suddenly changing fist technique also made the monk unable to parry.

Under three hammers, he was beaten into serious injury.

"Keep him, don't let him die."

Ning Qingyu saw Xiong Qingyuan still wanting to make a move and hurriedly stopped him.

He wanted to use this person to find the traitor of the Huashan Sect. If the traitor matter was not removed, then today's incident would happen again.

Today's ambush on Su Fan was something they had prepared for in advance, so they were able to counter-kill. If they hadn't prepared, it would have been like Zhou Buyu.

"Sect Leader, it seems the traitor matter truly comes from within us, and it is likely one of the Senior Brothers. It is truly chilling." Yue Qingfeng sighed.

On the road, Ning Qingyu explained to him what this was about.

He also knew that the Huashan Sect had a traitor, and the traitor was likely one of the many elders.

These elders had been together for decades, even the shortest had been together for twenty years.

Decades of feelings, and unexpectedly there was a traitor among them.

Yue Qingfeng was somewhat sad, but Ning Qingyu's eyes were filled with anger. He did not expect that this traitor actually came from the elders.

That day when Su Fan mentioned it to him, he did not believe it. He thought the traitor should just be an inner sect disciple or some outer sect deacon.

But after this induction test, Su Fan's departure, only the elders knew, even the disciples guarding the mountain were not clear.

So all this showed that the one who leaked Su Fan's whereabouts was one of their elders.

Letting a traitor reach the position of elder was truly slapping him, Ning Qingyu, in the face. Although he knew there were spies from other sects in the sect, this traitor was able to reach this extent.

He could not imagine no matter what. Then over these years, how many secrets had this traitor leaked, and even martial arts manuals?

"Then Bufan, goodbye." Su Fan did not care about Yue Qingfeng's sadness, stepped forward, and cupped his hands to Ning Qingyu.

"Be careful on the road."

Having resolved the ambushers, Ning Qingyu was also relieved.

Afterward, Su Fan said goodbye to Xiong Qingyuan, Zhou Qingyun, and Yue Qingfeng respectively, then mounted his horse and left.

As for Ning Qingyu, he sealed all the acupoints of the monk Fang Ye and carried him back.

Keeping this person was still very useful. With his power, perhaps he could ask about the Huashan Sect's traitor. Even if not, he could be used as a target to strike at Shaolin.

No matter what, this person ambushed the Young Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect in secret. This matter could be used to challenge Shaolin. Even if there was no great effect, at least he could vent his anger.

Of course, if he could learn some Shaolin martial arts from his mouth, that would be best. The Shaolin Great Strength Vajra Palm was also a martial art comparable to the Huashan Broken Jade Fist. Seventy-two unique skills—that was a martial art countless Jianghu people dreamed of.

Although the Huashan Sect did not covet it much, being able to crack it and respond in the future would also be more composed.