The crowd turned to look and saw a group of people pouring into Guiyun Manor, numbering about a hundred, all of them Mongols.
Some of them were dressed in Mongolian attire, while others were dressed as monks.
The crowd was puzzled. Could it be a Mongolian monk?
One of them was sitting ostentatiously on a large mink chair, carried by several people, looking very impressive.
"Could this person be the Golden Wheel Monk?"
The crowd speculated wildly.
Because someone just shouted, "My master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King!"
Without a doubt, the Golden Wheel Monk was the leader of their group.
From among the Mongol crowd, a young man emerged—the very same man who had just spoken of "my master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King"—and launched into a tirade of arrogant and unrestrained mockery at the Southern Song heroes.
"I am Huodu, a prince of the Mongol royal family. It's a pleasure to meet you all. All I can say is that you are all trash and good-for-nothings."
These words are harsh, hurtful from afar, and infuriating.
The crowd immediately stirred and erupted in a frenzy.
This kid is even more hated than Lin Bufan.
We can't beat Lin Bufan, but we can beat you, right?
The Beggars' Sect disciples wanted to teach Huo Du a lesson, and they swarmed towards him in groups of three or five.
Unexpectedly, Huo Du unfolded his iron fan and fanned them one by one, and in an instant, a large number of people fell to the ground at his feet.
That's exactly what he said—you're all trash, good-for-nothings, not a single one of you can fight.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Huo Du threw his head back and laughed loudly, "There isn't a single one who can fight."
Unable to bear the insult, Qiu Chuji immediately drew his sword and ran over, shouting, "Arrogant brat, have you forgotten what happened a few years ago? On Zhongnan Mountain, you were defeated by Guo Jing with a single palm strike and fled for your life."
Huo Du's smile froze as the scene from that time flashed through his mind.
He led a group of Mongolian masters to raid the Quanzhen Sect in an attempt to steal their secret manuals, and coincidentally encountered Guo Jing leading the young Yang Guo to Zhongnan Mountain.
When the fight broke out, he was no match for Guo Jing and was forced to retreat by Guo Jing with a single palm strike.
To save face, he shamelessly declared that he would go back to cultivate for ten years and then challenge Guo Jing to a duel.
Now, only about three years later, he has returned.
He brought his master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and his senior brother, Darba, with him.
With his master backing him up, Huo Du became bolder and angrily retorted to Qiu Chuji: "You're just a good-for-nothing. If it weren't for Guo Jing, could you have beaten me?"
Qiu Chuji was furious, and the sword in his hand trembled loudly.
"I can't beat you? Want to fight?"
"Xiao Wang won't fight you, you're not qualified."
Huo Du looked up and saw Lin Bufan on the arena. He asked loudly, "Hey, who's the best fighter here?"
Lin Bufan arrogantly said, "Of course it's me! Who else could it be but Guo Jing!"
Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes were once again enraged, feeling extremely frustrated and bewildered by Lin Bufan's unreasonable behavior.
Ding ding ding, the system notification sound has been going off non-stop since just now. Lin Bufan has gained a lot of fragments of cultivation techniques, internal energy, and emotion points from the heroes.
Huo Du, fearing he was no match for Lin Bufan, asked, "Do you have a disciple? Send your disciple out to fight me. If your disciple defeats me, you can retain your position as the leader of the martial arts alliance; otherwise, my master will become the leader of the martial arts alliance."
Just as Lin Bufan was about to speak, Wanyan Ping jumped out impatiently.
She hated the Mongols the most. The Mongols caused her country to be destroyed and her family to perish. She wished she could kill all the Mongols, eat their flesh, and drink their blood.
“I am his apprentice, I will fight you.”
Without saying a word, Wanyan Ping brandished her longsword and charged towards Huo Du.
Huo Du felt a little relieved when he saw that the other person was a young girl.
However, he dared not be too careless and quickly flipped the iron fan to deal with the situation.
After ten moves, Wanyan Ping was no match for Huo Du and gradually lost ground.
Lu Wushuang and Guo Fu flew over together and joined the battle.
Three against one, Huo Du was under immense pressure and felt overwhelmed. Guo Fu's icy true energy was proving very difficult for him.
He immediately stepped back, making a blocking gesture, and shouted: "Wait! It's not right for the three of you to gang up on me. Do people from the Central Plains bully others like this?"
Lin Bufan shamelessly said, "That's how we do things."
For the first time, the heroes of the Southern Song Dynasty developed a liking for Lin Bufan. Although he was shameless, he led three women to resist foreign enemies.
So what if the many bully the few? There's no need to follow the rules of the martial world with the Mongols; all's fair in war.
Huo Du was furious after his defeat and called on his senior brother Darba to join him.
Darba, with his late-stage Innate Realm cultivation, possessed immense strength and wielded a large golden pestle.
If the giant golden pestle were to strike them, the girls would either die or be seriously injured.
Lin Bufan shouted, "Fu Mei, Ping'er, Wushuang, step back quickly and let me handle this."
Upon hearing the order, the three women immediately retreated.
At the same time, Lin Bufan flew over and happened to encounter Huo Du and Darba attacking from the left and right.
Both of them used all their strength, aiming to kill.
Lin Bufan was no ordinary person, and he also used ruthless methods, shouting: "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".
boom!
One strike and you'll regret it!
A massive golden dragon charged forward with tremendous force, hurtling towards Huodu and Darba.
The two were no match for him and were brutally beaten to the ground, both spitting out blood.
The iron fan flew to one side, and the giant golden pestle also flew away to who knows where.
The crowd was astonished and exclaimed, "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? Young Master Lin actually knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"
Guo Jing hurriedly stood up and confirmed that it was indeed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
Huang Rong was also very surprised, thinking to herself that everyone in the world who knew the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was at the level of the Beggar Clan leader.
For example, Brother Jing, Qiao Feng, or the venerable Hong Qigong, and Shi Huolong from the Yuan Dynasty.
Young Master Lin is not a member of the Beggars' Sect, so where did he learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?
"I learned this Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms from Master Guo. I secretly learned a move when we were exchanging palm strikes just now."
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