When the other members of the Iron Palm Gang saw this situation, they were shocked.
Just as they were about to run away from the stage in fear…
Jiang Ziwen stomped on the ground!
The storytelling platform shook.
The sword of the person who had just died bounced up.
Jiang Ziwen grabbed his sword.
Nine Swords Beyond the Swords followed the momentum!
In almost 30 seconds.
A shallow sword mark appeared on the necks of these people.
Before they could react.
Blood was already gushing out of the sword scar.
"Pa, pa, pa…"
All of them fell to the ground, their eyes wide open.
The old storyteller who had been forced to kneel on the stage said to Jiang Ziwen.
"I'm not from the Iron Palm Gang. Please show mercy, young hero. I'm really not from the Iron Palm Gang."
Jiang Ziwen walked forward.
He helped the old storyteller up, took out some silver from his sleeve, and put it into the storyteller's bowl.
He said indifferently.
"You spoke very well."
"But you have to add more in the future. The White Reaper's name was Jiang Ziwen. He told everyone who had been to Lin 'an City to come over and die. If I come knocking on your door, your entire sect will be exterminated!”
The old storyteller was excited.
"You…you are the descendant of the yellow-robed hero? White Death God Jiang Ziwen?"
Jiang Ziwen didn't answer his question and continued.
"I'll have to tell you more in the future about the great achievements of Yue Fei and Han Shizhong, as well as the cowardice and incompetence of the royal family. By the way, you have to tell me more. Qiu Qianren, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, was known as invincible in the Iron Sand Palm, but his limbs were cut off and thrown to feed the dogs.”
"Young Hero Qin, I haven't heard about Qiu Qianren.”
"You'll hear about it soon."
As soon as Jiang Ziwen finished speaking, he turned around and walked toward the corner of the street.
The old man who was standing on the stage looked at Jiang Ziwen's white and carefree back.
He said silently in his heart.
"The martial world is filled with bloodshed. Who will the heavens spare!"
……
Jiang Ziwen had just arrived at the headquarters of the Iron Palm Gang.
The buildings here were majestic.
It occupied the entire Jing Xiang with beautiful mountains and rivers.
Jiang Ziwen said in the middle of the night.
He gently landed on the top floor of the Iron Palm Gang's meeting hall.
At this moment.
In the meeting hall, Qiu Qianren, who was dressed in green and had a mustache, sat high up.
All the elders of the Iron Palm Gang sat around him.
In the middle of the hall.
There was a big pot on top of a big stove.
There was a lot of sand and stones in the pot. The raging flames burned the sand and stones in the pot until they were extremely hot, emitting thick green smoke.
Qiu Qianren stood up from his seat.
He stood in the hall with his hands behind his back and said to the people in the sect.
"Although our Iron Palm Gang has 5000 accomplices now, there is still a big gap between us and the Beggar's Sect in the north. When the entire Jianghu mentions Beggar's Sect, everyone will give a thumbs up. However, when it comes to my Iron Palm Gang, some people have never even heard of it.”
"In order to bring my Iron Palm Gang to greater heights, a few days ago, I went to the Da Jin Kingdom's government and reached an agreement with sixth prince Wanyan Honglie. He has promised to extend the Iron Palm Gang's influence to the Jin Kingdom and provide us with 5000 soldiers.”
Many of the elders sitting below were overjoyed.
"There's such a good thing! "The number of people in Jiangnan is limited. It's not easy to have 5000 members now. Then our Iron Palm Gang will flourish. The key is that he also provided us with 5000 soldiers.”
"Gang Leader is still the best. Gang Leader is wise! The sect leader will live for thousands of years! Unify the martial world."
Qiu Qianren's face revealed an unfathomable smile.
He was about to sit down.
In a corner of the hall, a slightly hunchbacked old man suddenly stood up and shouted.
"You guys aren't ashamed of this kind of thing, and you're even proud of it. The Iron Palm Gang was founded by General Shangguan Jiannan and his soldiers. Now you want to cooperate with the Jin Kingdom? How shameless. I don't agree!"
"I don't agree either!"
In another corner, an old man with a half-white beard also stood up.
Immediately after. Under the lead of these two people, another three or four people stood up in the hall.
"Sect Master Shangguan Jianlan has passed away. However, he was the one who founded the Iron Palm Gang. We can't be destroyed by you, Qiu Qianren.”
"We can't agree to this."
Qiu Qianren's fake smile twitched slightly.
He did not speak.
He gently rolled up his sleeves.
Then, he walked to the burning iron pot in the middle.
He inserted his hands into the burning hot sand.
He stabbed his palm into the bottom of the pot.
Then, another hand pierced through the hot sand.
His two palms kept rolling the sand and stones.
His hands were like knives, stabbing into the deepest part of the hot sand every time.
Usually, it would take a lot of effort for four or five people to carry that big pot.
However, at this moment.
However, under the driving force of Qiu Qianren's inner force and Iron Palm, it kept shaking.
What was even more terrifying was that…
Everyone knew that the temperature in the pot was extremely high under the raging fire.
The sand and stones were likely to have been burned to more than 100 degrees Celsius.
Ordinary people could die from burns if their skin came into contact with it!
However, Qiu Qianren was practicing in the cauldron.
Qiu Qianren practiced the Iron Palm for nearly three minutes.
"Qiu Qianren, don't be so mysterious. At this time, we should be open and honest, and everyone should make a collective decision. We know that you have inherited the teachings of Shangguan Jiannan. But we are all veterans of the Iron Palm Gang. You have to discuss with us.”
"Qiu Qianren, I've had enough of staying here. Give me 1000 gold taels and I won't oppose you.”
At this moment.
Qiu Qianren's mouth twitched.
His hand instantly pulled out from the big iron pot.
Thick smoke billowed from his hands like a raging fire.
He suddenly took a few steps forward.
A steaming hot palm wind instantly appeared.
"Pa, pa, pa…"
He sent out three palms in a row.
The three elders who had opposed him were slapped in the chest and sent flying into the corner.
The clothes of the three elders had been scalded open, and their flesh was scalded red.
They fell to the ground.
He did not even have the time to say a word.
He had already vomited blood and died.
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