"What did you see?"

"It seems that the cultivation level is deeper." Ding Hua knew that there were two people, so he speculated that the crack and the palm print were not the same person.

"What do you think of her cultivation level?"

"This..." Ding Hua hesitated, shook his head and said, "The disciple can't see through it, but I think it should be deeper than the palm print."

The cold middle-aged man suddenly slapped his palm backwards.

"Pa!" The hard stone left a palm print, one foot deep, like a print on tofu.

The heroic young man hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Jiang is awesome!"

The stern middle-aged man glanced at him and waved his hand to tell him to shut up.

The other young people were originally ready to flatter the horse, but stopped abruptly to avoid patting the horse's legs.

Ding Hua looked at this palm print, then looked at the other palm prints, and said softly: "The cultivation of these two people is so profound?"

The cold middle-aged man glanced at the heroic young man and hummed: "This time, you are lucky, and they are not bloodthirsty, otherwise..."

He shook his head: "The cultivation of these two women is more than enough to destroy our group."

Ding Hua hurriedly said: "Uncle Jiang, are they so powerful?"

"We can't even hit this palm." The stern middle-aged Jiang Fengshou pointed at the crack and hummed.

Ding Hua looked confused.

"You can touch it and see." Jiang Fengshou said.

Ding Hua stretched out his hand and gently touched the crack, using his palm strength to dive into it to explore, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Fengshou frowned, reached out to hold his back, and then flew out with Teng's face turning red.

He sprayed an arrow of blood in the air.

"Old ginger!"

"Uncle Jiang!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Jiang Fengshou floated down in the air, his face flushed as if he was drunk, he floated back to his original position and looked at Ding Hua.

Ding Hua's face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

The heroic young man was secretly afraid.

He had already guessed that this must be because the palm energy was still attached to the stone wall, condensing and not dissipating. As soon as it touched, he encountered a counterattack.

What kind of terrifying palm power is this?

Master Jiang was injured with just the strength of his palm.

I didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that Master Jiang was exaggerating to boost other people's ambitions, but now I don't dare to think so anymore.

"Old Jiang, are you really that powerful?"

"You can give it a try." Jiang Fengshou said angrily, "Just give it a try."

"Let me give it a try." A gentle middle-aged man said with a smile, "This is too weird."

As he spoke, he pressed his palm against a crack.

"Bang!" He flew backwards and sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.

Jiang Fengshou shook his head.

The other two middle-aged swordsmen were also curious and pressed a crack one after another, and then they also flew out, spurting blood in the air.

Although they knew that the crack had strong palm power, they had concentrated on dealing with it, and even used the force-relieving method in advance, they still couldn't remove it, couldn't dodge it, and were still injured.

They secretly gritted their teeth. The strength of this palm was so weird, so soft and soft that it didn't seem to be a threat, but it could avoid the obstruction of their own strong energy and hit their internal organs.

No matter how gentle the power is, no matter how powerful the internal organs are, after the two collide, they will still vomit blood and be injured.

"sharp!"

"awesome!"

"Evil!"

"This is the Flying Butterfly Palm that has entered the realm of transformation." A middle-aged man had a stern face, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said solemnly: "It is very likely that Mo Youlan is here in person."

"Mo Youlan!" Everyone's expression changed.

If they were still somewhat resentful and unwilling to the Jade Butterfly Sect, then they were truly afraid of Mo Youlan.

Many masters of Divine Sword Peak have died in her hands, and Mo Youlan is definitely the top master.

It is said that her Qinggong is also very good, and it is not easy to besiege her.

If they knew it was Mo Youlan, they probably wouldn't have come, but would have sent stronger experts instead.

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