A huge palm print landed on the ground.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and earth and stone filled the sky.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, a scene that everyone present would never forget appeared.
They saw that on the extremely hard ground paved with bluestone, a huge palm print was actually formed by Yun Che's palm.
The earth cracked and the bluestone turned to dust.
The ground was pressed down by this majestic palm force, sinking more than an inch.
At this moment, at the edge of the palm print, an extremely miserable figure was like an injured wolf, wailing in pain.
Everyone focused their eyes and saw that the originally arrogant Cheng Kun only had one leg left.
Now, it was like a maggot, helplessly moving on the ground.
The tragic wails made people feel a chill in their hearts.
Just now, when Yun Che's giant palm was about to slam down, Cheng Kun was forced to use his last bit of strength under the threat of his life. His body flashed forward a foot, saving his life.
But even so, his right leg was still smashed by this palm. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and even his bones were smashed into pieces. He could no longer keep it.
At this point, even if this infamous evil thief managed to survive, he would become a cripple.
At this moment, Yang Yaoqin's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared blankly at Yun Che's handsome smile.
From the palm technique that Yun Che used to save her just now, she could tell that his martial arts were unfathomable.
However, Yang Yaoqin never dreamed that this handsome young Taoist priest actually had such terrifying strength!
Cheng Kun had been famous for many years. Now, he had joined Shaolin and learned the ultimate techniques of Buddhism.
Now that he had many ultimate techniques, his strength could be said to be unfathomable.
But even with such profound skills, he actually couldn't even take one move from Yun Che!
She even thought to herself:
"Even if it was my grandfather, the Condor God, his strength back then was only so, right?”
One must know that during the second sword duel, the Condor Hero had won Xi Kuang's reputation. Then, he had even dominated the world with a black iron heavy sword. He was already faintly known as the number one in the world!
At this moment, the young hero in white was at most seventeen or eighteen years old.
To actually have such celestial-like and fiendish strength was really unimaginable.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that someone was watching him.
Yun Che turned around and smiled at the dazed Yang Yaoqin.
He looked at the handsome smile of the white-robed Daoist priest.
Yang Yaoqin, who had always been as cold as ice and did not know what love was in the world, suddenly felt her heart tremble. Two red clouds suddenly flew up on her fair face, and an inexplicable throbbing spread from her heart to her entire body.
At the same time, even Yang Yaoqin, who had always been as cold as ice, was shocked by this scene, let alone the eight Ancient Tomb Sect disciples behind her.
When the eight girls saw this incomparably shocking scene, they were so shocked that they almost could not hold the long flute and zither in their hands.
Disbelief was written all over their delicate little faces.
One of the younger, innocent and cute little girls widened her eyes and her cherry mouth slightly opened. She bit her finger and asked in disbelief,
"Sister Xiao Mang, this... Who was this Taoist priest? He was actually so powerful!”
Butchie coughed twice to suppress the shock in her heart.
She raised her head and pretended to be a know-it-all. She said proudly,
"Humph! You guys don't know, right? How can this Taoist priest be a mortal?"
"His surname is Yun Che. He is the number one expert in the world today, the last disciple of Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang.”
"Reverend Zhang is known as a living immortal, so his disciples are naturally little immortals!”
At this point, she paused and said with some pride,
"Moreover, Young Master Yun has a close relationship with our ancient tomb!”
"Perfected Zhang was once guided by Ancestral Master Yang, and the two of them addressed each other as brothers. Naturally, the relationship between Wudang Sect and Ancient Tomb Sect is not shallow!”
Hearing this, all the women exclaimed.
"Heavens! Perfected Zhang actually had such a relationship with Ancestral Master Yang!”
"Young Master Yun is the disciple of Perfected Zhang. No wonder his martial arts are so superb!”
"Yes! Moreover, he was so handsome…He's really a banished immortal!"
"Sister Butchie is so awesome! He actually knows so many secrets!"
Butchie's cute face, which had a little baby fat on it, was slightly red. She mumbled in embarrassment,"
"No! I overheard it when Young Master Yun and Miss were talking!”
As she said this, she stole a glance at her young mistress and happened to see Yang Yaoqin's blushing face and shy look.
Butchie's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but think to herself,"
"Miss is actually blushing!"
"Could it be that Miss has feelings for Young Master Yun... Hehehe!"
At this moment, she seemed to have thought of something. She suddenly slapped her forehead, frowned, and muttered,
"Eh? Young Master Yun was Perfected Zhang's disciple.”
"Oh no! If that was the case, then wasn't he Miss's uncle? This…"
Just as this little girl was letting her imagination run wild, Yun Che slowly walked towards Cheng Kun.
With a faint smile on his face, he said softly,
"Old Bald Donkey, how is it? Is my WuTang Sect's methods acceptable?”
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