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Chapter 37: Duan Yanqing is subdued by one palm, fishing in the cloud
Outside the Tianlong Temple, Zhou Yi hid his body and stood in the forest nearby, looking at the ordinary Tianlong Temple.

In fact, many of the monks sweeping the floor were actually soldiers in disguise. The high-rise buildings seemed peaceful, but in fact, there was danger lurking everywhere.

"Tsk, it seems that this Tianlong Temple is of utmost importance to Dali."

"With such precautions, if something unexpected happens, I'm afraid it won't matter even if I'm killed by mistake..."

With this kind of situation, if Duan Yanqing came, he would definitely be seeking his death!

Speaking of which, Duan Yanqing was also unlucky. His throne was taken away, his legs were crippled, and his face was disfigured. If it weren't for Dao Baifeng who protected him, he would have lost his life.

But even so, relying on his crippled body, he managed to practice martial arts to the point where he became the best in the Duan family and the most powerful in One Yang Finger.

Duan Yu is worthy of being the son of Duan Yanqing. His talent is obvious. Duan Zhengchun is a normal person with many resources, but he is only second-rate.

With a sneer, Zhou Yi didn't care. He was going to Tianlong Temple, but not now.

As for Duan Yanqing, he can't die now!
His figure disappeared into the woods, and he was always wandering in the nearby mountains and forests.

If Duan Yanqing were to keep the appointment, he would not take the main road. He is not a fool. He has been hunted by the Dali royal family for so many years. Would he die by taking the main road?
On the afternoon of the second day, the wind was cold and Zhou Yi was standing on a high place when he suddenly felt a noise coming from not far away.

I smiled in my heart and it came.

The figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and soon, an ugly man with crutches appeared where he had just been.

Duan Yanqing's face was pale and sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes were still fixed on the Tianlong Temple below. Years of life on the run allowed him to see that there were dangers lurking everywhere inside.

But, he wants to go and see the long-haired Guanyin!
Just as he was about to move, a soft moan was heard in his ears.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go down there and die."

"who!"

With a low shout, Duan Yanqing looked around. Zhou Yi jumped down from the tree, crossed his arms and looked at Duan Yanqing.

"Duan Yanqing, the legitimate heir of the Dali royal family, Prince Yanqing."

Duan Yanqing's eyes turned cold and he stared at Zhou Yi closely.

"Who are you?"

"Outside the Tianlong Temple, the beggar is slovenly..."

"It's you!"

With his eyes wide open, Duan Yanqing pointed with his crutch, and in an instant a burst of extremely masculine and powerful force penetrated the void and rushed towards Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi's figure flashed, and he stretched out his five fingers, grabbing Duan Yanqing's crutch in the blink of an eye.

He raised his left hand, and a powerful force created a gust of wind that blew up the snow and fallen leaves, and he pressed down with a palm!

Under the palm force, Duan Yanqing felt as if his whole body was like a quagmire. His movements were hindered by the pull of the force. He could only let go of the crutches and tap three fingers in succession. With the force accumulated from front to back, he instantly broke through the surface with one tap, broke through the palm force, slapped the ground with both hands, and moved a dozen feet across the air!
But just when he thought he could run away, his pupils suddenly shrank and a powerful suction force behind him instantly pulled his body back little by little. The energy in his body boiled and he tried to break free by force.

But it’s useless!
"Who the hell are you!"

The sound of ventriloquism was like thunder. Zhou Yi grabbed Duan Yanqing's neck and laughed softly, "Since you can't run away, let's have a good chat."

"Could it be that you don't want to know who that long-haired Guanyin is?"

Hearing this, Duan Yanqing's eyes flickered and he became quiet.

Zhou Yi threw it on the ground, grabbed a crutch and threw it to Duan Yanqing.

"This is not the place to talk, follow me."

The figure disappeared quickly. Duan Yanqing looked hesitant but followed.

After climbing over a mountain, they saw a small hut in the woods where Zhou Yi was waiting.

Duan Yanqing stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?"

"Why do you know what happened back then? And why did you call me here?"

"Is the long-haired Guanyin still there?"

Zhou Yi clapped his hands: "You are smart, but there are so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

"Well, I'll tell you the answer, how about you do me a favor?"

"Speak!" Duan Yanqing couldn't wait to know.

Zhou Yi nodded: "Yes, my name is Zhou Yi, and I am from the Shenhou Mansion of the Great Song Dynasty."

"This time we came to Dali to catch a flower thief who is related to Yun Zhonghe."

"I want to know about the long-haired Guanyin!"

Zhou Yi shook his head: "No, wait until you help me find Yun Zhonghe, and I will naturally tell you about the Long-haired Guanyin."

"Also, I have a piece of news for you. You have a son who is alive and well, but he is in my hands now."

Duan Yanqing's pupils shrank, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his ventriloquism even started to sob.

"Seriously?!"

"Of course I am serious. I am a trustworthy person. As long as the matter is done, I will tell you who your son is and where he is. The long-haired Guanyin will also tell you."

"However, you'd better not think of joining forces with the four evil men to kill me. If I want to kill you, it will be easy!"

As he spoke, Zhou Yi suddenly raised his hand and slammed towards the huge rock beside him.

In an instant, a violent palm force caused the wind, sand and rocks to fly and twisted the space.

boom!
There was a loud bang, like a cannonball exploding, and the huge rock instantly turned into countless flying stones.

Snatch...

The wooden house was torn to pieces, and the gust of wind raised clouds of dust.

Duan Yanqing's eyes flashed with fear. How could this palm...

If it falls on you, there will be no way to survive!
He took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I hope you'll keep your promise."

"That's natural!"

"Next time we meet, we'll meet here. There's a pond on the mountain road a mile ahead. When you get there, place three black stones by the pond and I'll come find you."

"it is good."

Duan Yanqing turned around and left, and Zhou Yi did not stay long either. He took his time, step by step, and captured the flower thief from Yun Zhonghe. The case of the flower thief was then settled.

Two days later, Duan Zhengchun sent someone to visit.

When Zhou Yi entered the palace, Duan Zhengchun said bluntly, "Mr. Zhou, the rumors you spread have not yielded any results outside Tianlong Temple."

“Is this not reliable?”

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have my own plan. I'll trouble Your Majesty to make arrangements at Tianlong Temple."

"Not to mention that no one has come, even if they did, they probably wouldn't dare to enter Tianlong Temple, right?"

"Haha, Tianlong Temple is an important place in Dali, so it must be absolutely safe."

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty."

"It's okay, it's okay. If you have nothing to do, why don't you go with me to stroll around the royal city?"

“Although Dali is not as prosperous as the Song Dynasty, it also has some exotic flavors, and some things can only be found in Dali.”

Zhou Yi shook his head: "Forget it for now. When I catch that flower thief, I will definitely go to Dali for a visit."

"Besides, I will have a great gift for His Majesty when the time comes."

"Oh?"

Duan Zhengchun was quite interested: "What gift?"

"Haha, Your Majesty, just wait. There will be a surprise then!"

"I am sorry to bother you, Your Majesty. I will take my leave now!"

"Haha, take care, Brother Zhou!"

Hey, surprise? It will be a surprise then...

(End of this chapter)