C338 Regret

"Besides, can what Old Man Wang said be false? Be careful of him! Besides, there aren't many experts in the Northern Territory. But once one or two experts appeared, it would be very easy for the entire world to be shocked. Back in the Northern Song Dynasty, the two most famous people in the martial arts world were 'Southern Murong, Northern Qiao Peak'. Do you know which family they belong to?" Zhang Jingxuan half-joked and half-advised.

Hee Jinfeng heard Zhang Jingxuan's exhortation and became more serious. "North Qiao Peak, of course, is an outsider. I remember it was the Khitans, and that Nan Mu Rong, I think he was from Jiangnan, Gusu Mu Rong."

"No, no, no. Actually, the Mu Rong family, just from the surname, one could tell that they were descendants of the Xianbei family. How could they be southerners? The Mu Rong family's ancestors should be from the White Mountain and Black Water tribe, so naturally they should be considered northerners? That's why it's said that the northerners don't have strong martial artists. That's the local saying."

" It's actually so powerful. I really didn't expect it to be so. " Hee Jinfeng looked like he was still unwilling to let the people of the south be suppressed by the experts of the north. However, he had no way to refute the words of the Sect Leader. He could only lower his head in frustration.

"The Sect Leader is right. We can't underestimate the experts of the north at all. In the bitter cold land, the strong are stronger than the ordinary people. Even in a fight, they are stronger than the people of the Southern Territory by a few points. The Central Plains and the South are rich. As the saying goes, poor literature is rich in martial arts, so there are many sects in the martial arts world. There were also many people who practiced martial arts. In terms of those who did not lose their way in the martial arts world, it was true that the number of people in the Central Plains and the South far exceeded the number of people in the North.

However, to become an expert or even a high-level expert, it was not something that could be achieved through hard work. What was needed were comprehensive factors such as talent, comprehension, opportunity, and so on. Experts were already one in ten thousand. Top experts were even rarer, and could only be encountered by chance, but not sought after. For example, Dugu Qiubai's surname was rumored to have originated from the Northern Xianyu Clan. As for whether or not he was really that powerful, that was a completely different matter.

Actually, there was no point in saying all of this. For example, the founder of the Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhenren, said that he was from the Liaodong Yi Province. Some said that he was from Fujian Shao Wuren, but his cultivation method was passed down in our Wudang Mountain. How can we determine whether he is a southerner or a northerner?

Even worse, there was also Yan Zhaoge's heroic figure in the Northern Territory. He did not serve the imperial power, nor did he conform to His Honor. Since ancient times, the Central Plains and the Southern Region had always been filled with scum. Even the descendants of that 'Yan Shenggong' are also quite a number of despicable and shameless people who act based on the circumstances. What is the point of that?" Cao Qianwan didn't treat himself as an outsider at all. When he saw Hee Jinfeng, he was still a little unhappy. He also comforted him. However, when the crowd saw that his scholar was also so clear about the matters of the martial arts world, they could not help but look at him in a different light.

At this moment, Wong Beiming slowly said, "My old man was just breathing, and you guys have already talked so much. Do you all know how to respect the old and love the young? I'll say it."

Everyone hurriedly put on a solemn and respectful appearance. They had to give enough face to Protector Wang's elder.

Wong Beiming looked at everyone's undisguised hypocritical behavior and seemed to be satisfied. He then continued, "You only know one thing, and you don't know the second, so you've talked so much. I originally wanted to see how far you could go, but I didn't expect you to be so persistent. Let's get back to the main topic. After all, that Hai Pingtao is a genius with heaven and earth. However, he still can't look down on me, who has no one in China. Back then, it wasn't that he didn't have the heart to compete with the martial arts world in the Central Plains for a short period of time. Furthermore, this time, the sword in his hand was no longer that soft wooden sword.

This news was heard by a kind-hearted elder. He was worried that there would be a bloody battle in the martial arts world because of this. That's why he went to stop Hai Pingtao with his chivalrous friend who told him the news."

" What happened after that? " The story had to be interesting to be complete, so Zhang Jingxuan played the role very well.

"It can be imagined that there must have been a soul-stirring battle at that time. According to the person who personally experienced it, that elder used his family's ultimate technique, Tideflow, to withstand more than two hundred strikes from Hai Pingtao without being defeated. However, he was also unable to escape from Hai Pingtao's storm-like attacks.

After fighting for more than three hundred strikes, the elder felt that heroes cherished heroes. Since both sides were unable to win the battle, it was better to give up and make peace. When he mentioned this to Hai Pingtao, the other side also nodded in agreement." When Wong Beiming mentioned the Tidal Art, Zhang Jingxuan's pupils shrank. However, no one else noticed.

Everyone knew that a shocking change was about to happen, so they held their breaths and listened.

"In the end, Hai Pingtao took advantage of the moment when the elder stopped attacking and suddenly used his ultimate move. He thrust his sword at the elder's chest!" When everyone heard this, their faces were filled with anger. Soong Zhengyuan even said angrily, "This Tanzi is really shameless!" Although he did not say anything, his face revealed a look of agreement.

" Don't interrupt. What exactly is wrong with him? " Zhang Jingxuan asked anxiously.

"That elder was also shocked. I didn't expect him to be a grandmaster as well. How could he use such a despicable method? In fact, when that elder was attacked, the distance between the two sides was already close. He still had the ability to fight back against the perpetrator. Although the other party was caught off guard and suddenly attacked, the elder had no choice but to use a desperate move that would cause both sides to suffer heavy losses. He struck his opponent with his palm. Hai Pingtao only thought that he had attacked first. The long sword was far longer than his arm, so naturally he had hit it in one blow. His opponent was powerless to fight back.

He did not expect that the elder's palm energy had already condensed to the point of being able to cut through the air within three feet. Thus, when the sword pierced through his chest... The elder's palm energy struck Hai Pingtao's chest almost at the same time. However, the elder was a kind and generous person. At the last moment of his life, he still refused to use his full strength to kill ___."

" The old man is dead? " Zhang Jingxuan's voice trembled slightly.

"En, the elder isn't a Divine Immortal. His chest was penetrated by the sword. Of course, there was nothing he could do to reverse the situation. The strength of his last palm strike had greatly exceeded Hai Pingtao's expectations. At least, it could severely injure Hai Pingtao. However, at the last moment, the elder showed his magnanimity. Seeing that he had no other choice, the elder didn't even want to kill the murderer. Because that desperate move was only to make the opponent withdraw his attack. Since it had not been effective yet, that was fine.

Hai Pingtao had originally intended to use all his strength to receive the elder's palm, but in the end, he felt the force in front of his chest suddenly disappear. Then he felt a chill in his chest. It turned out that the clothes on his chest were dancing in the air from the outside to the inside. They turned into pieces, leaving a clear empty palm print on his chest. The elder turned that palm that was as fragile as a piece of wood into a soft force, only hurting his clothes and not hurting anyone. What kind of realm is it?"

Wong Beiming said with mixed emotions. He didn't know if it was because such a benevolent elder couldn't end well, or if it was because this palm didn't really kill the bad guy.