C36 Sword and Palm

Lee Pingjue naturally noticed the two soldiers lying on the ground. He frowned slightly and glanced at the broken rafters on both sides and the empty seats where the three big stones had rolled off. Then he smiled and bowed deeply to Hu Dayuv.

"I guarantee with my reputation that I don't know what these two people are doing. There must be some misunderstanding. It's also fortunate that all of you are uninjured and blessed by the heavens. These two people have also been punished. However, he hoped that General Hu and his group would not have any ill feelings towards them. Breeze Stronghold would not break the rules of the martial world. My big brother has sent my fourth brother and I to invite all of you. Please follow me. "

It seemed like Lee Pingjue had misunderstood that these two men were killed by a group of people after being attacked. Hu Dayuv was going to explain himself. However, when he saw Lee Pingjue and Huang Luandu turn around and take the lead to leave, he decided not to argue with them. The group of people followed Huang and Li to the top of the mountain.

Zhang Jingxuan's first impression of these two chiefs was not bad. He thought in his heart, I wonder what kind of encounter will happen in a while.

Along the way, the lights gradually lit up. They only saw that after the canyon road, the mountain was flat and open. In the distance, there seemed to be fields of reclamation and rows of stone houses that were built in an orderly manner.

Hu Dayuv could not help but feel a little discouraged when he saw this situation. It seemed that the stronghold had managed well. Even if they sent an army to surround it for a year and a half, they would not be able to attack it.

Not long after, they passed by a large open area, which looked like a martial arts field. Everyone arrived in front of a grand and crude hall. Zhang Jingxuan looked up. He saw a plaque with the words "Wind Listening Hall" written on it. It hung on the door of the hall. The handwriting was simple and ancient. It was done in one breath and did not adhere to any strokes. At first glance, it looked as crude as the hall made of this huge bluestone.

However, upon closer inspection, he found that the meaning of these three words was endless. Like water flowing, he looked at the words twice and felt as if he was about to break free from the bindings of the plaque. Zhang Jingxuan was fascinated by it for a moment, but at the same time, he also seemed to be dazzled. He stopped walking and did not move. Sun Shanglou, who was behind him, pushed him lightly before he came back to his senses.

He shook his head and continued forward. He only felt that these few words were a little strange. He did not know who wrote them.

After entering the hall, everyone felt that the hall was very simple and empty. There were only some wooden chairs arranged neatly around them, and right above them was a huge rosewood that was a few centimeters long. From the looks of it, the big tree should have been several hundred years old before it grew to this extent.

Behind the tree were seven slightly larger chairs. However, no one sat on the chairs. The owners of the chairs were standing in front of them at this moment to welcome the arrival of the crowd.

Zhang Jingxuan looked over with rapt attention. He had seen the names of the two chiefs who were ranked fourth and sixth in the legendary Breeze Stronghold. The remaining chiefs were in front of him, especially the famous First Chief of Brigands, Lee Yuming, and the second chief, Feng Jintao. They were all famous people in the martial arts world.

Lee Yuming was from Huguang, Jiangxia, and his family was very close to Xiong Ting. Lee Yuming had been sent to an unknown place to learn martial arts since he was young. After his skills were completed, he did not take the martial sciences exam as his family wished. Instead, he roamed the mountains and rivers, serving justice. It was said that he had seen the fish mouth and the treasured bottle that his ancestors had built in Dujiang Kaiyan. After sitting for a few days, he had gained some insights and created his own Cross River Sword Technique. From then on, his martial arts improved greatly, becoming one of the top experts.

High martial arts was only one aspect, and the key to his great reputation was that he was eager for justice.

In the chaotic world of the martial arts world, there were many disputes, and one could often see his figure. As long as he appeared, the conflicts in the martial arts world would usually be reduced to small ones. Small issues would be resolved. In fact, it might even be possible that the two parties who had just started fighting would end up drinking and talking to each other. It had to be said that this was all because of Lee Yuming's hard work.

The person involved usually kept secrets about what had happened, but when it came to Lee Yuming, could it be that they would prostrate themselves before him? For a moment, the name 'Lee Yuming with the Cross River Sword' was the embodiment of justice in the martial world. He had become the object of admiration for thousands of young men, and Zhang Jingxuan could not avoid it.

More than a year ago, the three chiefs of the Breeze Stronghold were highly skilled in martial arts. They ran amok, and the government could not do anything to them. They had caused trouble for one side. Lee Yuming learned that Sui Gujian went up the mountain alone and fought three First Chief of Brigands. After capturing three of them, the three of them were finally convinced, and they were willing to admit defeat.

Lee Yuming also sincerely advised the three of them to restrain their desire to kill. Robbing the rich to help the poor. The three of them agreed, but there was only one condition, and that was to only obey Lee Yuming's jurisdiction. Unless he joined the stronghold as First Chief of Brigands, he would rather die than obey.

Lee Yuming felt that the three of them were heroes of the current era, and they sincerely admired him, so he agreed to stay in the Breeze Stronghold for the time being, and only leave after everything had gone on the right path. He had stayed there for more than a year.

In the Breeze Stronghold, the one that Lee Yuming valued the most was naturally Feng Jintao.

It was said that Feng Jintao was a legendary martial arts maniac. He had an invincible pair of iron palms. In terms of palm techniques, he could be ranked in the top five in the Pugilistic World.

It was said that Feng Jintao had loved palm techniques since he was young, but he had always been suffering from the lack of guidance from a master teacher. He once went to Shaolin and Wudang respectively. He wanted to join the sect and learn the Great Wishful Palm and the Wudang's Ethereal Palm. However, he had been rejected twice on the grounds that he did not have a good aptitude and did not have a bright future.

If an ordinary person suffered such a setback and was rejected by a sect with great authority in the martial arts world, they would be disheartened and lose all will to fight.

However, Feng Jintao did not care at all. In fact, it was not just Shaolin and Wudang. He would run to wherever he heard of famous palm techniques. He only cared about begging others to learn palm techniques. If he couldn't teach them, it would be good even if he could teach them to them.

He had left his footprints on Kunlun, Emei, Wutai Mountain, Qing Cheng Mountain, and many other places. These places seemed to have discussed it and rejected him. Some did not even give him a good look.

As long as the other party refused, he would not entangle with them and turn around to leave. Along the way, Feng Jintao had never given up his obsession with palm techniques. No matter where he went, no matter where he went, as long as he thought of an exquisite palm technique... He had to give it a try immediately, as long as he felt that he had never hit anything before... He would also try his best to hit it with his palm, and remember that unique feeling and experience.

After his tour, he hit the mountain. Hit the earth, hit the rocks, hit the snowy peaks, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains, hit the mountains. He hit grasslands, rivers, seas. Hit the trees, hit the Great Wall, hit the streets. He had hit the thatched cottage, the temple, and the fence. He had hit kites flying in the wind, carp swimming in the water, and even a pot of boiling porridge. As long as it was something he could see and think of... He would personally hit it with his palm.

He didn't know how many palm strikes he would hit every day. If you saw a person walking and hitting the air with his palm, that person would definitely be Feng Jintao.