The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 95 Returning to Tatar

At the moment when the gate of Yanmenguan was about to close, Yang Chengye left the north gate and rushed towards the Tatar tribe with his light kung fu.

At this time, Yang Chengye's strength has not only fully recovered, but is even more pure than before, so he can perform light kung fu more quickly, especially the divine movement kung fu, which has reached the terrifying level of traveling thousands of miles a day.

After rushing thousands of miles, Yang Chengye arrived at the Tatar tribe's camp at midnight.

At this time, the Tatar tribesmen had already fallen into a deep sleep. Only the big tent in the center was still lit, and the candles were flickering. Yang Chengye could see a few shadows printed on the tent, and there were several Tatars standing guard outside the tent.

Yang Chengye quietly approached the tent, stretched out his fingers and pointed at the Tatars standing guard, and immediately stood still.

At this time, there were three people sitting in the tent, two men and one woman, the woman was Song Huilin, oh no, it should be called Wu Tuya.

Of the two men, one was a middle-aged man with a beard and a yellow silk hat and a yellow striped jacket.

This person is Biliecha, the leader of the Tatar tribe.

The other was an old man with a rosy face in night clothes and a black mink cap.

At this time, the old man said: "Patriarch, how is my junior brother now? Did you tell me the whereabouts of that scripture?"

This voice is so familiar, as if I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

Biliecha said: "I think you are wasting your efforts in vain, that guy, besides eating and sleeping, he is chanting scriptures, I think it's better to kill him."

The old man hurriedly said: "No, that scripture is of great importance, and there is no room for loss. Let's think of another way."

Biliecha snorted coldly, and said: "In my opinion, he should be tortured, but I still don't believe it, he is really strong."

The old man said indifferently: "You can figure it out, I just want the result, as long as I can get the scriptures, it doesn't matter whether I live or die."

Biliecha showed a cruel smile: "Okay, as long as you have this sentence."

The old man sighed, and said: "Hey, it's just a pity for that kid surnamed Yang, the things in his hand are enough to cause a sensation."

"It's because Ling Ai didn't do anything. If she had used the medicine earlier, I think that kid surnamed Yang would have been captured long ago. Why let him jump off the cliff!"

Wu Tuya on the side wanted to open his mouth several times, but Biliecha glared back.

Biliecha smiled wryly and said: "Master, don't be upset, the little girl is kind-hearted, and it is understandable that she can't bear to do it."

"Besides, she has already admitted her mistake to me."

The old man glanced at the father and daughter of Biliecha, and said: "The most urgent task now is to get the whereabouts of the scriptures from my junior brother as soon as possible, otherwise..."

At this moment, the curtain was opened, and Yang Chengye walked in slowly, looking at the three people in the tent calmly.

"It's you!"

"You're not dead?"

"Young Master Yang!"

Seeing Yang Chengye's sudden appearance, the three of them had different expressions and screamed out in surprise.

With his hands behind his back, Yang Chengye said, "Is it strange to see me?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense anymore. Do you want to kill yourself or do you want me to do it?"

"Snapped"

"Yang, you are too crazy, I want to see what you can do to me?"

The old man slapped the table, stood up, and stared at Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye looked at the old man and asked, "Who are you? Have we met?"

The old man sneered, and said: "Who am I? There is no need for a dead man to know. You escaped unharmed last time. Let me see how you escape from the old man today!"

"Vajra palm"

The old man shouted violently, raised his palm and patted Yang Chengye's face.

Yang Chengye sneered and said, "I want to see who you are?"

As Yang Chengye said, he raised his palm, and saw the dragon in the field perform the first form of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Immediately, a phantom in the shape of a dragon appeared, uttered a dragon roar, and rushed towards the old man.

It was the first time for the old man to see such a strange move, he was startled, he hesitated for a moment and was knocked out.

Seeing the old man being knocked into the air, Yang Chengye was taken aback immediately, he did not expect that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms would be so powerful, they were just the first batch to blow away a first-class master in the Jianghu.

Although there are suspicions of trickery, it is amazing enough.

"Little beast looking for death!"

At this time, the old man let out a roar, jumped up from the ground, and immediately used the Prajna Palm, the palm danced, and suddenly a palm shadow appeared and slapped Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step back with a strong momentum, but soon he used the second style of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon again, Flying Dragon in the Sky.

A phantom in the shape of a dragon reappeared above Yang Chengye's head, rushing down towards the old man, who was knocked into the air again and fell to the ground.

And the palm shadows attacking Yang Chengye also disappeared without a trace.

"This is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

The old man finally knew what kind of martial arts Yang Chengye was using. It turned out to be Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that had been lost for decades.

Although the old man was shocked, there was a hint of greed on his face.

Yang Chengye sneered and said, "Not bad, quite knowledgeable."

"Look at this again!"

As Yang Chengye said, he raised his hand into a claw, and used the dragon-capturing hand. Suddenly, a suction force came out. The old man was caught off guard by Yang Chengye, and his claws grabbed his neck, and then sealed the old man's eight vital points. , making it immobile.

"Capture the Dragon Kungfu, you actually learned the Dragon Catch the Dragon Kungfu?"

At this time, the old man was finally horrified, looking at Yang Chengye with an expression of disbelief.

"I want to see who you are!"

As Yang Chengye said, he tore off the human skin mask on the old man's face, and suddenly an old face appeared, so familiar.

"Feeling!"

Yang Chengye opened his eyes wide, staring at the old man in front of him.

It turned out that this person was the old monk Juexin that Yang Chengye had met in Shaolin back then, and he was the one who told Yang Chengye that the monk Juuewu was seriously injured by the Mobei Shuangxiong and recuperated in Yanmen Temple.

It turned out that Yang Chengye had fallen into the schemes of this old monk from the beginning to the end.

Yang Chengye let go of Monk Juexin, looked at him coldly, and asked: "Juexin, tell me, what is going on?"

Juexin ignored Yang Chengye, but said: "Patriarch, if you don't do anything, he won't let you go."

When Biliecha on the side had ever seen such a fighting scene, he stood dumbfounded, and only woke up when he heard Juexin's reminder.

"Come on, come on!"

Biliecha yelled towards the outside of the tent, but no one paid attention.

"court death!"

Yang Chengye slapped Biliecha far away, and immediately vomited blood from the slap of Biliecha.

"Father Khan!"

Wu Tuya on the side exclaimed, rushed towards Biliecha, and at the same time prayed to Yang Chengye: "Young Master Yang, I am the one who is sorry for you, please let Father Khan go!"

For Song Huilin, it should be Wu Tuya. Yang Chengye has a special feeling, but when he thinks that he was besieged by countless Tatar tribesmen, and finally fell to the cliff with exhaustion, he hates it so much.

If it wasn't for his good luck, he would have died long ago.

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