"Mahamudra?"

The faces of the three people around him were surprised.

This can be regarded as a relatively clever palm technique, which originates from the Southwestern Tantra, which is masculine and powerful, and has strong strength.

But if it is compared with Kang Long's regrets, it is far inferior.

Kang Long has regrets, and the stamina is endless, like big waves, one after another, and it is so difficult to break Kang Long's regrets with a big handprint.

It can only explain the internal force of this person, which is unimaginable.

And his attainments in the Mahamudra are afraid that he has reached the point of reaching the peak and shaking the past and the present.

The Four Peerless Divine Monks, the Deadly Sword Emperor, and the Desperate Heart Knife all frowned and fell into thought.

That person's face was a young face, who was not only proficient in the Mahamudra, but also able to train the iron cloth shirt to the realm of Dacheng, who was such a character?

"Could it be someone on the list?"

Heartbreaker frowned.

Several other people were also moved.

"At the top of the list, there is indeed one person who is proficient in both the Mahamudra and the Iron Cloth Shirt. ”

The Four Absolute Divine Monks pondered.

The eyes of the other three were flashing.

Zhang Yuan, the world-turner!

The Killing Sword Emperor shook his head lightly, "It can't be so coincidental, Zhang Yuan's strength is only twenty-one on the list, even if the evaluation of the six doors is wrong, how can there be such a big error." ”

"It's hard to say. ”

Zhao Xuantong's face was slightly pale, and his breath had recovered a lot, and he said: "After all, the list of people is just a reference, just like the three books of the North Gate, it was still eleventh on the list last month, but this month it is already the fourth on the list of people, and some people are profound, but they don't like to shoot." ”

The remaining three were silent in thought.

"Find a time, try him, and you'll know. ”

The Deadly Sword Emperor said.

Being able to injure Zhao Xuantong with one move, such a strength is unfathomable, even if it is him, he has a high fighting spirit.

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Distant mountains and forests.

Zhang Yuan continued to run wildly, his palm was half numb and half painful, and it spread to his chest, and it took a while to dispel all this feeling, and he secretly admired it in his heart.

He was already 100% sure that the goods he had just made were definitely the Dragon Descending Venerable Zhao Xuantong.

No. 7 on the list!

Except for him, no one in the younger generation of the Beggar Gang should be able to exert this kind of power.

If it weren't for his profound internal strength and the transformation of the iron cloth shirt, it would be basically impossible to use the big mudra to break Kang Long's regrets.

He has also practiced the eighteen palms of dragon descending, and knows the subtlety of the trick of 'Kang Long has regrets'.

The best martial arts, how can it be so easy to contend with?

As long as Zhao Xuantong's internal strength is a little stronger, he will be the one who suffers.

"This Zhao Xuantong's speed can also be called unparalleled. ”

Zhang Yuan said secretly.

He swept by from a distance, and there was at least a distance of several miles from Zhao Xuantong, but Zhao Xuantong came later, and he was able to catch up with him, which was definitely a kind of profound footwork.

The stronger he is, the more Zhang Yuan can feel his shortcomings.

In terms of light work, he can only rely on strong internal force!

There is no magic skill that specializes in footwork.

"Is this trying to force me to rob it?"

Call!

He quickly disappeared into the distance.

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Under the silence of the night.

A ruined village stands very abruptly here.

The gate of the village courtyard was half-open and half-hidden, crawling with cobwebs, and the lanterns hanging on the door beams were already covered with a layer of dust, and the plaques fell to the ground and fell apart.

A group of hurried Jianghu tourists gradually appeared from a distance.

"There seems to be a courtyard ahead, miss, let's go in and rest. ”

Someone shouted.

The convoy approached and appeared in front of the village.

It was a procession of thirteen men, men and women, young and old, with a carriage clustered in the middle.

Fang Qing, as the daughter of the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, went to Jiangbei this time instead of her father, in order to deal with the friction between the Iron Palm Gang and the Golden Dragon Gang.

Although the Iron Palm Gang has become the largest gang in Jiangdong, the Golden Dragon Gang has gradually risen over the years, and there will inevitably be some small friction between the two gangs.

This time, it was because one of the incense masters of the Iron Palm Gang was killed, and she was suspected of being the black hand of the Golden Dragon Gang, so she, as the daughter of the gang leader, was sent over as soon as possible.

Around her, they are all good hands of the Iron Palm Gang.

There are Zhu Ren and He Biao, the hall masters of the Flying Tiger Hall and the Flying Eagle Hall, and there are outstanding incense masters of the younger generation, Zhou Fangcai, Wu Pei, Zheng Hai and others.

It can be said that the lineup is huge.

"It's a deserted yard, Miss wait in the car first, let's go in and have a look, make sure there is no danger, you go in again." ”

Zhou Fangcai opened his mouth and smiled.

"No, I'm not that delicate yet. ”

A young girl came out of the carriage, with a delicate body and a delicate face, with a bright smile, looking at this deserted yard, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go in and have a look." ”

Everyone around him nodded.

Someone lit a torch and pushed open the half-hidden door, splashing up a cloud of dust.

"It looks like it's been a few years, and it seems that someone has died before, and there are still broken white silk on the lintel that hasn't been torn off. ”

Zhu Ren raised his head and said.

Everyone else also noticed the pale gray white silk on the door beam, fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

Disapproving, a group of people walked towards the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, there is a secluded ancient well, the mouth of the well is covered with cobwebs, and next to the ancient well, a thick plane tree is planted.

On the plane tree, strips of pale gray white silk flutter in the night wind.

Deep in the courtyard, there were five houses, with broken doors and windows that were constantly rattling.

A group of people scrutinized the surroundings for a moment.

"There is no danger, it should be an ordinary deserted yard. ”

Wu Pei said.

Everyone else nodded.

It's like no one has been in the courtyard for at least months.

"Miss, let's stay here for one night. ”

The previous Zhu Ren said.

"Good. ”

The petite girl laughed.

Zhu Ren immediately began to order people to work, one went to fetch water, one went out to drink horses, and the rest went in to clean up the room.

"It's a musty smell, how many years has it been uninhabited?"

After Zhou Fangcai entered a room, he couldn't help but wave his hand.

The two people around him also nodded.

Zheng Hai suddenly frowned slightly, sniffed, and said, "It seems that there is not only a musty smell, but also a strange smell, did you ask?"

Several people around him sniffed hard.

"Yes, indeed, like some dead rat is rotting. ”

Wu Pei said.

"Look for it!"

They rummaged through the room.

In the room, the chairs and cabinets were all collapsed, as if they had been overturned a long time ago.

The more they flipped over, the more they could feel the pungent stench.

"It's like it's under the bed, move the bed away. ”

Zheng Hai said.

There was a low, muffled sound, and a large black bed was removed.

It was empty, and I didn't see anything.

But the stench still doesn't stop.

And it's getting richer.

This made several people frown.

"Strange, where the hell does this smell come from?"

Zheng Hai, Zhou Fangcai, and Wu Pei moved their noses vigorously and looked around.