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Chapter 127 Jiangnan No.
Gongye Qian's palm power is so powerful that he is known as the second best palmist in Jiangnan. Although this is a bit exaggerated, his attainments are indeed extraordinary.

Wang Chengzong's martial arts skills are comparable to Zhou Tong's.

Zhou Tong was slightly inferior to the South China Sea Crocodile God before, but after practicing diligently over the past year and obtaining several secret books from the Langhuan Jade Cave from Zhao Ti, he had already surpassed the South China Sea Crocodile God.

At this moment, Wang Chengzong saw Gong Yeqian slapping him, so he raised his palm forward to meet it.

He originally practiced swordsmanship and was the leader of the Golden Sword Sect. Although he had some palm techniques, they were not very strong. Zhao Ti also gave him secret books. In addition to a sword manual, there was also a Golden Sand Palm Technique, which was consistent with his swordsmanship.

There was a loud bang and the strong energy dissipated in all directions, causing the two men's clothes to fly and the skin on their faces to become distorted.

The two men each took a step back, their bodies swaying a bit, somewhat similar in size.

Gong Yeqian shouted, "You still say it's not fake. My palm technique is second to none in Jiangnan. You can't beat me in palm technique, so you are definitely not second. You are clearly a fake."

Wang Chengzong was not angry when he heard this, but laughed: "Then I am the first, isn't it good?"

Gong Yeqian said angrily: "My young master's palm technique is the best in Jiangnan. No, my young master's palm power is the best in the world!"

"The best in the world?" Wang Chengzong looked at Zhao Ti and said, "Sir, this idiot said that your palm skills are the best in the world."

Zhao Ti touched his chin and said, "Number one in Jiangnan is not bad, but I don't dare to claim to be number one in the world. Don't forget that there is also Qiao Feng, the leader of the Qiao Gang. His Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms is quite powerful."

"You!" Gong Yeqian was furious when he heard this: "I am talking about my son. How dare you say that you are the best palmistry master in Jiangnan?"

Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "Why? Are you dissatisfied?"

"I..." Gong Ye Qian stepped forward and slapped Zhao Ti. He was very angry at the moment. No one could take the title of his young master, let alone surpass him. He used a lot of strength in this slap.

Zhao Ti shook his head and sneered, then raised his palm to meet the attack lightly. His palm was different from Wang Chengzong's Golden Sand Palm. Wang Chengzong's palm technique was fierce, explosive and full of energy, but his palm made no sound. It was the Water Cold Palm recorded in the Sunflower Manual.

He had never used this palm technique since he had mastered it. One reason was that he usually liked to use a long sword, and the other was that since he already had the Phantom Yin Finger, he hardly ever used any other bare-handed skills.

The white-purple light of Shui Han's palm flashed momentarily and collided with Gong Ye Qian's palm power.

There was no such explosive sound as before. Although Gongye Qian's palm power was powerful and made a whistling sound, it seemed to be annihilated under Shui Han's palm. It was directly suppressed and could not create any waves at all.

"Ah..." Gong Ye Qian screamed and flew backwards. Before his body hit the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You..." Deng Baichuan's face changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward. He also used his palm, but he used a move, attacking Zhao Ti in two different positions like flying flowers chasing the moon.

Zhao Ti let out a "huh" and waved his sleeves to sweep away. Deng Baichuan, like Gong Ye Qian, was instantly blown away, also spitting blood from his mouth.

Wang Chengzong said beside him: "Young Master's palm skills are the best in Jiangnan, how can those fakes compare to him."

Gongye Qian was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, showing fear in his grief and anger, while Deng Baichuan looked like a clay sculpture or wooden statue.

Li Kuilei and Kang Guangling were stunned. Li Kuilei said, "You, you..."

The other party's martial arts skills were far beyond his imagination. He had only seen one or two people like him in his life. He was getting more and more puzzled and annoyed. With such high skills, could he be playing the game Jianghu? Could he have a grudge against Master Murong? This was too unfair to Master Murong!
When Dashu saw the fight, many people came running over. Two of them rushed in front of Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian, shouting "big brother" and "second brother". They were Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e.

The two raised their heads and glared at each other. Wang Chengzong said, "If it's fake, it's fake. Hurry up and call that fake young master over. Let him kneel down and kowtow to apologize to my young master. Maybe I can spare your lives!"

Bao Bu Tong cried out "Wow!" and tried to rush over with his hands clenched into claws, but was stopped by Deng Baichuan: "Go... go and invite the young master!"

At this moment, all the people watching the Jianghu saw the clues. There were actually two Murong Young Masters. One of them had unfathomable martial arts skills, and the other was playing chess. Feng Boye heard the words and hurriedly ran under the big tree, calling out, "Young Master, Young Master."

Murong Fu was now completely absorbed in the game of Zhenlong chess and was almost oblivious to anything happening in the outside world.

He stared at the chessboard, holding a white piece in his hand, not moving above a white piece in the lower right corner. He felt that this game of chess was full of disasters, with both co-existence and immortality, which was extremely complicated. Just now he was clear-headed, as if he had found a way to crack it, but the next moment he felt dizzy again, and something was not right.

As he watched more and more deeply, the black and white pieces on the chessboard seemed to have transformed into generals and soldiers, fighting each other non-stop. It seemed that his side was about to fall into a disadvantage, and he couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from my ear: "Master, this is bad!"

This voice immediately pulled him out of the chess game. He felt dazed for a moment and immediately asked angrily, "Who disturbed me while I was playing chess?"

Feng Bo'e didn't care about anything else and said hurriedly, "Master, there is someone pretending to be you over there. Brother Deng and Brother Gongye accused each other, but they were both... injured by him."

"What?" Murong Fu was stunned. He hadn't recovered from the chess game yet. He muttered, "Impersonating me..."

"He is pretending to be the young master!" Feng Bo'e saw that he looked a little confused, and said hurriedly: "That person said that he is the young master Murong, and that you are a fake. He knocked Brother Deng and Brother Gongye to the ground, and asked you to apologize and admit your mistakes..."

"Ah?!" Murong Fu reacted immediately after hearing what he said, his face suddenly turned gloomy: "Who dares to do this? Are you tired of living?"

He was already entangled in the chess game and was feeling depressed. When he heard Feng Bo's evil words, he became angry and slammed the white piece in his hand onto the chessboard.

Su Xinghe frowned and said, "Master Murong, you are so angry that you have turned a situation of life and death into one of death. You killed a white chess piece yourself. This..."

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Congbian, someone over there is pretending to be me and has injured a guard. Wait until I go over and deal with this matter before I leave."

After saying that, he followed Feng Boye towards the pine forest.

Su Xinghe looked over there after hearing that, then stood up with a puzzled look on his face.

At this time, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian had been helped up by Bao Bu Tong. When they saw Murong Fu coming over, they called out "Young Master" in a sad and angry tone.

Zhao Ti glanced at Murong Fu. He seemed quite cool and unrestrained, but at the moment he looked angry and embarrassed, and there was no composure in his expression.

Murong Fu's face was cold: "Who is pretending to be me?"

Zhao Ti sneered, and Wang Chengzong stepped forward and said, "How dare you, a fake fellow, cry thief? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to my master? Maybe he will be kind and spare your life!"

Murong Fu glanced at Wang Chengzong, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Ti with hostility: "You are..."

Zhao Ti smiled faintly: "I am Gusu Murong Fu, who are you? How dare you pretend to be me!"

At this moment, the onlookers looked at Zhao Ti, then at Murong Fu. They had never recognized Murong Fu before, and confusion appeared on their faces.

Murong Fu said coldly: "What a courage! Is it so easy to impersonate me? The martial arts of the Murong family are well known to the world. Fighting..."

Zhao Ti interrupted him and shook his head, "The stars are turning? I am proficient in this skill, but I am afraid you don't know how to do it."

Murong Fu was startled when he heard this: "Can you turn the stars?"

Zhao Ti chuckled: "What's the big deal? I still have the Murong family's unique skill, the Sanhe Finger. Do you know how to use it?"

(End of this chapter)