At the moment when the city gate of Yanmen Pass was about to close, Yang Chengye left the North City Gate and hurriedly rushed towards the Tatar tribe with a light gong.

  At this time, Yang Cheng's internal strength not only fully recovered, but also became even more refined than before, so his lightness skill was even swifter, especially the Divine Movement Skill, which had reached a terrifying level of being able to travel thousands of miles in a day.

  Yang Chengye rushed to the Tatar tribe's residence at midnight after a thousand-mile journey.

  At this time, the Tatar tribe had already fallen into a deep sleep, and only the largest tent in the center was still lit, with candlelight flickering, Yang Chengye could see several shadows printed on the tent, and there were also several Tatars standing guard outside the tent.

  Yang Chengye quietly approached the tent and pointed at several Tatars standing guard, who immediately froze in place.

  At this time, there were three people sitting in the tent, two men and one woman. The woman was Song Hui Lin, no, that's not right, she should be called Wu Tuya.

  Those two men, one was a middle-aged man with a yellow silk hat on his head, wearing a yellow striped jacket and having a goatee.

  This man is Bilecha, the leader of the Tatar tribe.

  Another was an old man wearing a night-traveling suit, with a black sable hat on his head and a ruddy complexion.

  At this time, the old man said: "Head of the clan, how is that junior fellow apprentice of mine now? Has he revealed the whereabouts of that scripture?"

  This voice sounds so familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere before, but for a moment, I just can't recall.

  Baili Cha said: "I think you're wasting your time, that guy, besides eating and sleeping is just reciting scriptures, I think it's better to kill him directly."

  "The old man hastily said: 'No way, that scripture is of great importance and cannot be lost. Let's think of another solution.'"

  Bi Lie Cha snorted coldly and said: "In my opinion, just use torture on him. I still don't believe it, he's really made of iron."

  The old man said indifferently: "You handle it yourself, I only care about the result. As long as I can get the scriptures, whether you live or die is none of my concern."

  Baili Cha revealed a ruthless smile: "Good, with you saying that, it's settled."

  The old man sighed and said: "Alas, it's a pity for that Yang kid. What he had in his hands was enough to cause a sensation too."

  "It's a pity that Lian'ai didn't take action, if she had poisoned him earlier, I think that Yang fellow would have been captured long ago, why did he get to jump off the cliff!"

  Wutuoya on the side wanted to speak several times, but was glared back by Bili Chah each time.

  Baili Cha smiled wryly and said: "Master, don't be angry. This young woman has a kind heart and couldn't bear to take action, which is also understandable."

  Besides, she has already admitted her mistake to me.

  The old man glanced at Bi Li Cha and his daughter and said, "Now the top priority 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 calmly at the three people inside the tent.

  "It's you!"

  "Aren't you dead?"

  "Master Yang!"

  When they saw Yang Chengye suddenly appear, the three of them had different expressions and exclaimed in surprise.

  Yang Chengye put his hands behind his back and said, "Doesn't it look strange seeing me?"

  "Let's cut the nonsense, are you going to take care of it yourselves or do I need to step in?"

  "Slap"

  "You're a Yang, but you're being too arrogant! I'd like to see how long you can last against 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 again? Have we met before?"

  The old man sneered and said, "It's not necessary for a dead person like you to know who I am. Last time you managed to escape, let's see how you'll escape from my hands today!"

  "Golden Claw"

  The old man suddenly shouted and raised his palm to slap Yang Chengye's face.

  Yang Chengye sneered and said, "I'd like to see who you really are?"

  Yang Chengye said, his palm lifted, and the first move of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, "Seeing the Dragon in the Field", was unleashed.

  Suddenly a dragon-shaped shadow appeared, let out a dragon's roar, and rushed towards the old man.

  The old man was seeing such a strange move for the first time and was shocked. He hesitated for a moment before being knocked flying out.

  Seeing the old man being knocked flying, Yang Chengye was stunned for a moment, not expecting that the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms would have such power, and just with the first batch, it had already sent a top-notch Jianghu expert flying.

  Although there is suspicion of taking a shortcut, it's also enough to amaze people.

  "Looking for death, you little beast!"

  At this time, the old man let out a loud roar and jumped up from the ground. He then made a move with his palm, his hand dancing in the air, instantly creating a shadowy palm print that shot towards Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye's eyes narrowed slightly, and the powerful aura forced him to take a step back, but he quickly made another move with the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, Second Style: Flying Dragon in the Sky.

  Yang Chengye's head was once again shrouded in a dragon-shaped shadow, which charged down towards the old man's head, sending him flying again and landing on his stomach.

  The palm shadows attacking Yang Chengye also disappeared without a trace.

  "This is the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!"

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

  The old man was surprised, but a greedy look appeared on his face.

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

  "Take another look at this!"

  Yang Chengye said, raising his hand into a claw, and the Dragon Hand was used. Instantly, a suction force was transmitted, and the old man was caught off guard by Yang Chengye's absorption to his face. His claws grasped the old man's neck, and then sealed the old man's eight major acupoints, making him unable to move.

  "You've actually mastered the Dragon Subduing Technique?"

  The old man was finally shocked, looking at Yang Chengye with an incredulous face.

  "I must see who you really are!"

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

  "Awaken your heart!"

  Yang Chengye's eyes widened, staring at the old man in front of him.

  It turned out that this person was the old monk Jue Xin whom Yang Chengye had met at Shaolin Temple, and it was he who told Yang Chengye that Monk Jue Huan was seriously injured by Mo Bei and Mo Nan, the twin masters of the north, and was recuperating at Yanmen Temple.

  Yang Chengye had been in the old monk's plan from start to finish.

  Yang Chengye let go of Jue Xin and looked at him coldly, asking: "Jue Xin, tell me, what's going on here?"

  Jue Xin didn't reason with Yang Chengye, but instead said: "Tribe leader, don't wait any longer, he won't let you off."

  By his side, Bi Lie Cha had never seen such a fierce battle scene before and was stunned, standing there blankly. It wasn't until he heard Jue Xin's reminder that he snapped out of it.

  "Come quickly! Someone come!"

  Baili Cha shouted towards the outside of the tent, but no one responded.

  "Looking for death!"

  Yang Chengye slapped a palm at Bi Liecha from afar, instantly causing Bi Liecha to spit blood.

  "Father!"

  Wutuoya exclaimed and rushed to Bili Tea, begging Yang Chengye: "Master Yang, it's me who wronged you, please spare my father!"

  For Song Hui Lin, it should be Wu Tu Ya, Yang Cheng Ye has a special feeling, but thinking of being surrounded by countless Tatar tribes and finally falling off the cliff with exhaustion, he hates his teeth itching.

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

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