Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

Shi Potian shattered Tie Laolao's famous Iron Palm technique with just a single finger. Everyone in the hall was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

But to him, who possessed the supreme realm of the Tai Xuan Scripture, such things were nothing more than commonplace.

Previously, he had seen through Yu Canghai's Heart-Shattering Palm at a glance, only to find that the opponent's palm technique was full of flaws, whether it was due to incomplete inheritance or limited aptitude.

However, at that time his skill was not yet profound enough to directly break through with a single finger, so he used the "Silver Saddle Illuminating White Horse Divine Skill" to return the palm force along the original path.

Today, Old Man Tie's Iron Palm technique is also poorly practiced, incomplete and flawed.

Shi Potian wanted to test the depth of his own skills, so he casually pointed a finger and shattered the iron palm completely.

A storm raged in Tie Laolao's heart.

When she was young, she overheard that Iron Palm Peak in western Hunan was the former site of the Iron Palm Clan hundreds of years ago, and that there might be secret martial arts manuals hidden in the mountains.

After much hardship, she finally found the five-fingered Iron Palm Peak amidst the ruins a tattered ancient book, which recorded the Iron Palm Divine Skill that once made the Iron Palm Clan famous throughout the world.

She treasured it like a precious gem, and even though the manual was incomplete, she studied it diligently day and night, using it to rise from an unknown bandit to become the waterborne overlord who dominated the Three Gorges.

He simply changed his surname to Tie, and the name "Old Tie of Goddess Peak" became famous throughout the martial arts world. Few dared to face his iron palms head-on.

Just now she said that going with the flow without resorting to weapons was not a noble act, but rather a self-righteous belief that the power of her Iron Palm technique was superior to that of weapons. After all, the Fuwei Escort Agency was famous for its Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, not its Evil-Repelling Palm Technique.

But only she herself knew that her Iron Palm Divine Skill was incomplete, and that she had been practicing it blindly and recklessly all along, which had caused serious hidden dangers.

This was a secret she kept her whole life, never revealing a single word to anyone.

But today, this young man saw right through her and broke her iron palm with a single finger.

She was deeply shaken and overwhelmed with mixed feelings. She didn't hear a word Liu Zhengfeng was saying beside her.

Just as Liu Zhengfeng was in a state of utter distress, a disciple suddenly announced from outside the door that Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, had arrived.

This news was like a godsend to him, and he immediately wanted to pull Old Tie along to greet him.

Tie Laolao was filled with shame and indignation at this moment, and was worried about how to save face. Liu Zhengfeng's move was clearly giving her a way out.

However, she had no personal relationship with Yue Buqun and disliked his behavior.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Liu Zhengfeng asked softly, "Senior Tie, would you be willing to accompany me to welcome Sect Leader Yue?"

Tie Laolao clearly heard him, but remained silent.

She secretly tried it out and was surprised to find that the trembling in her hands, a symptom of years of intense Iron Palm training, had eased considerably.

He was both surprised and impressed by Shi Potian, wondering how this man knew the secrets of the Iron Palm Technique. Could he be a descendant of the Iron Palm Clan?

She wanted to ask more questions, but it was inconvenient to speak in public, and her expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

Abbess Dingyi stood up and said, "I will go with Junior Brother Liu to welcome Senior Brother Yue."

The head Taoist priest of Tianmen also said loudly:

"Now that Sect Leader Yue has arrived, I should naturally go out to greet him." After saying this, he strode straight out of the hall without any hesitation.

The disheveled old man at the head of the group on the west side also got up and followed the Taoist priest Tianmen.

As Master Dingyi and the others left the hall one after another, the people in the hall followed suit, and the huge flower hall was instantly emptied of most of it.

The face of Yue Buqun, the Gentleman Sword, is indeed considerable.

Lin Zhennan's family and He Sanqi remained seated and motionless.

Just then, the disciple outside the door suddenly raised his voice, tinged with both alarm and respect:

"Master! Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin and Daoist Lingxu of Wudang have come together to offer their congratulations!"

The remaining people in the hall were all greatly surprised. No one had expected that Master Liu's decision to retire from the martial arts world would attract the attention of masters from both the Shaolin and Wudang sects.

Liu Zhengfeng himself was completely unprepared and was flattered. He stood there stunned, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Tie Laolao finally let out a cold snort and looked at Shi Potian:

"Since masters from Shaolin and Wudang have come in person, I should naturally go to greet them. I'll let you go for now, brat, and settle the score with you another day!"

She turned to look at the disheveled old man walking past her and said, "Chief Zhang, I'll go with you."

It turns out that this unassuming, slovenly old man was actually Zhang Jin'ao, the vice leader of the Beggars' Sect.

"Third Master Liu, come with me quickly, lest I neglect our honored guest." Old Tie grabbed Liu Zhengfeng and hurried out of the hall.

The rest of the people also got up and rushed out to greet them, even the usually idle He Sanqi followed along.

Lin Zhennan watched the figures hurrying away in the hall and sighed softly:

"When Shaolin and Wudang arrive, everyone rushes out to greet them, not daring to sit for long. This is true prestige."

Madam Wang frowned and said, "Enough with the nonsense, let's hurry over there."

The three members of the Lin family immediately stood up and followed the crowd out of the flower hall.

As soon as everyone rushed out of the flower hall, they all headed towards the gate of the mansion to greet them. Liu Zhengfeng, as the host, took the lead and led the way.

The guests in the hall were surprised to see a group of martial arts masters suddenly leaving the house, and they began to discuss what had happened. Many people joined in the commotion and followed them out.

The Lin family of three discreetly blended into the crowd, inconspicuously, and made their way to the gate of the Liu residence to greet them.

Before long, the group arrived at the main gate, where a group of people were slowly approaching.

Walking in the middle was a monk with a face full of wrinkles. He was none other than Master Fang Sheng of Shaolin. In terms of status and seniority, he was undoubtedly the number one person today.

On the right is the Huashan Sect group, followed by a group of male and female disciples of Huashan.

The middle-aged man leading the group, dressed in a blue robe as a scholar, had a handsome face and gently waved a folding fan. He stood half a step behind Master Fang Sheng from beginning to end, displaying an elegant demeanor and humble manner.

Upon seeing this composure and demeanor, everyone secretly nodded in approval. Who else could it be but Yue Buqun, the Gentleman Sword?

Behind Yue Buqun followed a pretty female disciple who looked around curiously at the people in the martial arts world before her, seemingly looking for someone. After a while, she showed a look of disappointment.

Master Lingxu of Wudang stood to the right of Master Fang Sheng, his Taoist robe exuding elegance and otherworldly charm. He stood to the left and right of the Huashan monks, making the Shaolin monks in the middle appear even more dignified.

Liu Zhengfeng stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Master Lao Fangsheng, Daoist Lingxu, Sect Leader Yue, and all fellow Daoists from Mount Hua, I am deeply honored by your presence!"

Master Fang Sheng nodded slightly and chanted a Buddhist prayer. "Benefactor Liu, you are too kind. We heard that you have retired from the world of alchemy, so we came to congratulate you. We are here to keep our appointment, so there is no need for such formalities."

The invitations were sent out, but Liu Zhengfeng never dreamed that Shaolin and Wudang would actually come.

Yue Buqun and Daoist Lingxu returned the greeting with clasped hands.

Master Tianmen, Abbess Dingyi, Old Master Tie, Zhang Jin'ao and other martial arts masters stepped forward to pay their respects.

Fang Sheng and Ling Xu didn't talk much. Although Yue Buqun's name meant "unconventional," he loved his friends, many of whom were unknown or had questionable reputations.

As long as they came over to talk to him, Yue Buqun would chat and laugh with them just the same, without putting on any airs of being the leader of the Huashan Sect or superior to others.

For a time, the area in front of the Liu residence was filled with the sounds of greetings.

Having completed the formalities, Liu Zhengfeng was about to invite Master Fang and his entourage into his residence for tea and further conversation.

Master Fang Sheng suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, and slowly spoke:

"I heard on my journey that the Lin family, the head镖师 (chief镖师) of the Fuwei Escort Agency, has arrived in Hengshan City. I wonder if they are also at the Liu residence?"