"Major handprint?"

The three people around him looked surprised.

This can be regarded as a relatively clever palm technique, originating from the Southwest Tantra, with masturbation and strong strength.

But if it is compared with Kanglong’s regret, it will be far inferior.

The Kanglong regrets, and his stamina is endless, like waves, one after another. It is so difficult to break the Kanglong with the big handprint.

It can only show that this person's internal strength is unimaginable.

Moreover, his attainments in the Mahamudra were probably at the peak and shocking the present.

The four evil monks, the Deadly Sword Emperor, and the Juexin Knife all frowned and fell into thought.

The man's face was a young face, who was proficient in big handprints and could also train the iron cloth shirt to the level of great success. Who is such a person?

"Can they be some expert on the human list?"

Juexindao frowned.

The other people also had a feeling of heart.

"There is indeed one person at the forefront of the human list who is proficient in both the big handprints and the iron cloth shirt."

The four evil monks contemplate.

The remaining three people all had their eyes flashed.

The storm Zhang Yuan!

The Deadly Sword Emperor shook his head gently, "It's not that coincidental. Zhang Yuan's strength is only 21st in the human list. Even if the evaluation of the Six Gates is incorrect, how could there be such a big error?"

"It's hard to say."

Zhao Xuantong's face turned pale, and his breath had recovered a lot, saying, "After all, the human list is just a reference, just like the Three Books of the North Gate. Last month, it was still eleventh, but this month it was already the fourth place in the human list. Some people are very powerful, but they don't like to take action."

The remaining three were all thinking and silent.

"Just find some time and try him."

The Deadly Sword Emperor said.

The ability to hurt Zhao Xuantong with one move is unfathomable, and even he has a high desire to fight.

```

Distant mountains and forests.

Zhang Yuan continued to run wildly, his palms half numb and half painful, spreading to his chest. It took him a while to dispel all this feeling and he secretly admired it in his heart.

He was already 100% sure that the guy who just took action was definitely Zhao Xuantong, the Dragon Surrender.

Seventh in the human list!

Except for him, no one in the younger generation of the Beggars' Sect can exert this power.

If it weren't for your profound internal strength and an iron cloth shirt, it would be basically impossible to break the Kanglong with a big handprint.

He also practiced the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, and knew very well the essence of the move "Kanglong has regrets".

How easy is the best martial arts to compete with?

As long as Zhao Xuantong's internal strength is stronger, he will suffer a loss.

"This Zhao Xuantong's speed is unparalleled."

Zhang Yuan secretly said.

He passed by from a distance, at least several miles away from Zhao Xuantong, but Zhao Xuantong came back and could catch up with him. This was definitely a profound step.

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

In terms of light skills, he can only rely on strong internal strength!

There is no magical skill that specializes in training footwork.

"Is this going to force me to grab it?"

call!

He quickly disappeared into the distance.

```

Under the quiet night.

A broken manor stands here abruptly.

The gate of the manor was half open and half-closed, and spider webs were covered with them. The lanterns hanging on the door beams had already been covered with a layer of dust. The plaque fell to the ground and was split into pieces.

A group of rushing tourists gradually appeared from afar.

"It seems there is a yard ahead. Miss, let's go in and have a rest."

Someone shouted.

The convoy gradually approached and appeared in front of the manor.

This is a team of thirteen people, including men and women, old and young, and a carriage is clustered in the middle.

Fang Qing, as the daughter of the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, went to Jiangbei instead of her father 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 are inevitably some minor frictions between the two gangs.

This time, because a fragrant master from the Iron Palm Gang was killed, and she was suspected to be a gangster under the Golden Dragon Gang, so as the daughter of the gang leader, she was sent here as soon as possible.

All around her are all good players of the Iron Palm Gang.

There are the owners of Feihu Hall, the owners of Feiying Hall, Zhu Ren and He Biao, and the outstanding incense masters of the young generation, Zhou Fangcai, Wu Pei, Zheng Hai and others.

It can be said that the lineup is huge.

"What a abandoned yard. Miss. Let's wait in the car first. Let's go in and check it out. Make sure there is no danger. You can go in again."

Zhou Fang smiled.

"No, I'm not that delicate yet."

A girl walked out of the carriage, with a delicate body and delicate face, looking at the abandoned yard with a bright smile, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

Everyone around him nodded.

Someone lit a torch, stepped forward and pushed open the half-covered door, splashing dust.

"It seems that it's been a while. It seems that people have died before, and there are still broken white silks on the lintel that have not been pulled off."

Zhu Ren raised his head and said.

Others also noticed that the white silks dyed light gray on the door beam were covered with dust, floating slightly under the night wind.

Disapproved, a group of people walked towards the yard.

In a small courtyard, there is a secluded ancient well, with spider webs covered with them at the entrance. A thick sycamore tree was planted beside the ancient well.

On the sycamore trees, light gray white silks float in the night wind.

Deep in the yard, there are five houses with broken doors and airy windows, making constant clamors.

A group of people checked around for a moment.

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

Wu Pei said.

Everyone else nodded.

No one has been here for at least several months.

"Miss, then we'll be here for one night."

Zhu Ren said earlier.

"good."

The petite girl smiled.

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

"What a strong smell of musty smell. How many years have I not lived in it?"

After just entering a room, Zhou Fang couldn't help but waved his hand.

Both of them nodded.

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

Everyone around them started to sniff hard.

"It's true, as if some dead rat was rotting."

Wu Pei said.

"Look for it!"
To be continued...