C37 Seventh Chief

There was a rumor in the underworld that he had gone crazy, so it was reasonable for the big sects to reject him.

He continued to walk and fight along the way, without any purpose or destination.

Until one day, he suddenly remembered that he had never fought against the palace walls. He had never fought against the throne room because he did not know who had said that... The special buildings had their own spirituality after absorbing the essence of the sun and moon and the precious lands. Without any hesitation, he entered the capital and ran to the vicinity of the imperial city. First, he had to hit the wall of the imperial palace.

This time, the guards of the Imperial City could not agree. When he approached the Imperial City, he was stopped. However, he did not care who blocked his palm. It was just a palm, a seemingly ordinary palm. No matter where it hit, those guards fell limply to the ground, temporarily losing their ability to move.

Feng Jintao approached the palace wall bit by bit, and the number of guards that swarmed over also increased. At the same time, more and more guards fell to the ground. When he finally hit the palace wall, there were 73 imperial city guards lying on the ground behind him and beside him.

His actions alarmed the inner court's experts. Seven or eight experts of the inner court joined hands to arrest him. Feng Jintao was only obsessed with martial arts and palm techniques, and was not really crazy. Realizing that the situation was not right, he fought and retreated. He actually retreated under the combined attack of these seven or eight inner court experts.

This made Feng Jintao famous in this battle, and it was also a great humiliation to the palace. There were some big shots who said that the palm print on the palace wall was the evidence. If they did not arrest Feng Jintao, they would keep the palm print and not repair it.

It was said that the vicinity of the palace wall with the palm print had become the most popular tourist spot in the capital.

Feng Jintao had accidentally become a wanted criminal in the palace. It was hard to not know his name in the martial arts world. Everyone still called him a madman, but no one dared to underestimate him anymore. Some sects even wanted to accept him to strengthen their strength, but it was hard to digest his identity as a wanted criminal. They could only give up.

Feng Jintao ran and practiced his palm along the way. He met Huang Luandu and Wang Zhiquan, and they recognized him as their big brother, so they planted the grass together in Green Peak Mountain.

Feng Jintao had already mastered his palm technique, so he stopped beating around the place. He only went into secluded meditation to meditate. He did not ask about anything in the mountain. Only when he met a strong enemy that he could not get rid of would he come out.

When he met Lee Yuming, he was convinced by his excellent sword technique. He was willing to follow him, and he often sparred and discussed with him. He had gained a lot of benefits.

Zhang Jingxuan had been famous for Lee Yuming and Feng Jintao for a long time. Today, he could finally see them again, and he was very excited.

Huang Luandu and Lee Pingjue brought everyone into the hall. Huang Luandu did not say anything. He walked straight back to the waiting line in the middle of the hall and stopped. He cupped his fists and said, "Big brother, all the heroes who came to the mountain have arrived. There was a slight misunderstanding along the way. There were some twists and turns, but fortunately, it was not a big problem." Then, he turned around and said to everyone, "My brothers have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come up and meet me."

Before everyone could go forward, the person in front of them had already rushed over. This person was about 35 or 36 years old, and looked somewhat similar to Lee Pingjue. However, he was fairer, and what made them slightly disappointed was that his appearance was not shocking at all. However, his bearing and bearing were extraordinary.

He went forward and cupped his fists at the people who came and said, "Everyone, it is my and my brothers' fortune that you have come to our Green Peak Mountain. Forgive me for not welcoming you. He also heard that there was a small mishap on the way. It was all because of our Breeze Stronghold's lack of hospitality. Later, I'll treat it as a punishment of three glasses of wine as compensation. This is my second brother Feng Jintao, third brother Zhao Yinshuang, fourth brother Huang Luandu, you've all seen him before. Fifth brother Wang Zhiquan, sixth brother Lee Pingjue, welcome the guests late on my behalf. I will also punish them later. This is our village's youngest brother, Kuan Jiangjing. And these three are similar to you, and can be considered half a guest. They are the original three leaders of Old Hat Mountain."

Zhang Jingxuan only felt that this Cross River Sword Lee Yuming was not as famous as when he met him. Apart from his clear and humble voice, there was nothing special about him. Following Lee Yuming's introduction, the Second Chief did not seem like what he had imagined.

In his imagination, even if Feng Jintao was not a burly man like Huang Luandu, he should still be majestic and extraordinary. His palm should be at least the size of a palm-leaf fan. Today, at first sight, it was completely different.

Feng Jintao wasn't tall and big, and he was even a little thin and thin. His hands were no different from an ordinary person's. It was hard to tell his age. It could be said that he was neither young nor old. It could only be said that he was between 30 and 40 years old, and his face was slightly yellow. His sparse eyebrows were hanging above his eyes. There was no light in his eyes. There seemed to be a worried look on his face.

Zhang Jingxuan finally understood why all the major sects did not like this Second Master Feng, who was obsessed with palm techniques. His appearance alone was not much to be happy about.

If it was said that seeing First Chief of Brigands and Second Chief Zhang Jingxuan was just a little disappointed, then seeing Third Chief, his feelings were simply indescribable.

Third Chief "Wuyan Fan," had been standing behind Second Chief Feng Jintao the whole time. When he was introduced, his figure was revealed.

When Zhang Jingxuan saw him, he suddenly felt that Feng Jintao was actually not bad looking. And Lee Yuming stood beside him, looking even more handsome and handsome. He was a completely handsome man. Could this be the story of the Breeze Stronghold's red flowers and green leaves matched with the fragrance of autumn?

Zhao Yinshuang was not considered short. He only had his back slightly hunched. His shoulders were also slightly taller and lower. Looking at his face again, it was even more difficult to flatter him. Perhaps he had a heavenly flower when he was young. The skin on his entire face was covered in a layer of hemp, and there was even a bit of good skin in between. Not only did it not have any benefits, but it made the contrast even more conspicuous. His two eyes, on the other hand, grew in normal places, but the size was too abnormal. The small one was like a small gap, and the garlic nose was the most proper one among the facial features. The lips under the nose were thick and protruding. No Smile was already shocking enough. When One Smile smiled, he revealed two sharp canine teeth. His eyes were practically nowhere to be found.

Zhang Jingxuan could not help but secretly sigh. There was actually someone who looked like this. He had to admit that nature's work was amazing.

He looked at the Fourth Chief, Huang Luandu, who had already returned to his position. Not only was he tall, but he was also very majestic when compared to him. He was like a god that had descended to the mortal world. Even the Devil Subduing Protector, Veda, was only so-so.

The Fifth Chief, Wang Zhiquan, had a fair face and a strong body. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His hands were wrapped in his sleeves, and he greeted everyone with a smile and a nod. He did not speak much. What left the deepest impression on Zhang Jingxuan was his thin lips and white teeth.

Under the light of the lamp, the Sixth Stronghold Chief, Lee Pingjue, seemed to have gained a bit more heroic spirit. There was no need to say anything to a young hero.

The last Seventh Stronghold Chief, Guan Tianjing, looked very young. Zhang Jingxuan felt that he was only two or three years older than him. No one had heard of him before. He was tall and slim, but his slim body gave people the feeling that he was full of strength. If Huang Luandu was an elephant, then he was a cheetah. His pair of sparkling eyes gave people a different color, but no one knew where he was looking at. He greeted everyone with a perfunctory manner, as if he was not very patient.