I saw a 20-year-old guy holding a wine jar in one hand and spitting and talking loudly: "...You didn't see it with your own eyes. Yu Daiyan was so injured!" Gudou took a sip of wine, shaking a big hand like a palm fan, and he was talking while painting, "First, he got hit by Yin Susu's mosquito needle and became a vegetable man. He couldn't even touch his fingers. He was treated like plasticine and cut off his hands, feet, arms, and legs. That was really a fucking life. Although we all know that he was just an NPC, he felt that it was too fucking cruel. The girls present at that time were crying sadly."

Someone in the crowd asked: "Brother Tieniu, weren't you there at that time? Why didn't you save me?"

The guy named Tie Niu glared at the bull's eyes: "Damn I want to save it. Our players have known that Yu Daiyan has had this disaster. From the Song Dynasty in Qinglong District, the Longmen Escort Agency, he has been escorting Wudang Mountain in Baihu District, umbrella..." He counted, "At that time, there were three dragons of Wudang, two immortals of Quanzhen, and the fourth fairy of Emei. The heaven and earth will cover the sky with one hand. There were more than a hundred good players from each sect and sect all the way, and finally they met the Mongolian guys at the foot of Emei Mountain.

…” He took another big sip of wine, and then said, “Ah Da, A Er, A San are all the strength of the leader of the sect. If it were them alone, we could still support people coming to Wudang Mountain to support. But less than ten minutes into the battle, another Hunyuan Pili Hand Cheng Kun came. Damn, that is the master of the famous sect Golden Lion King Xie Xun. We could not beat him even if we fought our best. After Zhang Cui Mountain came down on Wudang Mountain, Yu Daiyan had become disabled..."

The audience was silent. After a while, someone asked: "Cheng Kun should be around level 95, not something we can deal with now. If we say that, wouldn't this mission be impossible to complete at all?"

Tie Niu said: "After the incident, the masters of the sky and the others should be able to complete it. For example, if they were defeated within ten minutes, they would either ask NPC to help, or call out the names of Kongjian and Xie Xun... But I did not complete the task in the end, but I did the escort all the way, so Zhang Cuishan still passed on a set of Shangqing grasping hands, hehe, what about the second-rate martial arts!"

Everyone chatted for a while, and suddenly there was a person who was a disciple of the Iron Palm Gang, but we tied it with a green belt and he tied it with a red belt. The man looked like a player, looking arrogant and arrogant, and came to everyone and shouted: "I am the fourth disciple of Mr. Qiu Qianzhang, the old man of the Iron Palm Gang, and a level 61 Black Iron Guard. The battle between the Iron Palm Gang is about to be close. He recruits people as a peripheral gang member on a large scale. The master sent ten brothers to form the Ten Heavenly Stems Gang, which are arranged according to the number of Heavenly Stems. Our sect is Dingmen, with a total of two thousand people. From now on, I will be the leader of this sect. Anyone who is willing to enter my Dingmen will come here!" As he said that, he walked west and rushed to a rock about a hundred feet away. Seeing his words and walking, his internal and light skills were quite good.

At this time, several other senior disciples with red belts came to lead the people. The newly incoming gang members all flowed to the various sect leaders at first sight. The originally huge team went their separate ways and became a mess.

I followed a crowd to the huge rock where the man stood before, looked up and saw that this man was not too old, and he was only twenty years old, but he pretended to be cool, with a cloud of evil spirit on his face. He only heard him say, "My name is a prodigal son in the border town. From now on, everyone will follow me. Let me talk first..." As he said, he looked into a forest west with his hands and pointed, "In the future, the forest will be our place of practice. Most of you are from the market, and few people have come into contact with advanced martial arts. I will practice the level of the iron palm technician I gave you quickly, and then come to me and I will teach you the next level of intermediate martial arts. If you practice well, you will naturally have a prize. The top three can be directly appointed as teachers and become the core members of the Iron Palm Gang..."

Before the prodigal son finished speaking in the border town, a man below said sarcastically: "Ask you as your teacher? We all came for Qiu Qianren. What is the future of worshiping you as your teacher?"

The border town prodigal son turned cold and shouted: "Rareless!" His arms spread out, and he rushed down from a huge rock like a big bird, falling into the crowd on his head and feet, and smashed his power down on one person with both palms. The man seemed to have some ability, so he raised the steel staff beside him and tapped the face of the border town prodigal son with the length of the steel staff. The border town prodigal son was furious and slapped the steel staff on the side of his left palm. He saw that the steel staff as thick as an arm immediately bent down, followed by a right palm slamming down, hitting the man in the forehead, and suddenly hit the man with a scream, his brain burst to death.

After killing the enemy with one move, the prodigal son in the border town pushed his body on the body, and then jumped back to the rock, sneering: "The trash from the Shiliang Sect has also been infiltrated! Humph, when the matter is over, I will pick the five ghosts of the Plague Family!" He said to everyone again, "Since everyone comes, our Iron Palm Gang, we must take an attitude, otherwise we will deal with it according to the gang rules. The specific details of the gang rules can be found on your gang panel. Well, okay, let's talk about this, you all go over and level up, and I will notify you separately if there are any other things!" After saying that, he shook his hair casually, and used his light skills to run away from the top of the mountain.

As soon as the prodigal son left the border town, everyone was bustling around the woods and talking. Most of the forests were swept by wolves and leopards. Everyone used the newly learned iron palm technique to "ravate" each other. Even when they ravaged the wolf and leopards, they were also ravaged by wolf and leopards. From time to time, there were people screaming and hearing the death. People scolded the iron palms and stinging, and they didn't even arrange a place for primary practice.

After practicing like this for more than a week, suddenly one day the prodigal son in the border town came again to test the progress everyone had learned. Not to mention, although it was only a short week, five people still practiced this elementary iron palm skill.

The prodigal son in the border town was a little satisfied, so he called the five people over, praised them in public, and announced that he would accept these five people as his disciples.

Apprenticeship requires apprenticeship. Generally, players need to kowtow if they worship NPC as their master or NPC as their apprentice. Of course, NPC worship NPC is even more rigidly according to the etiquette specified by the system. Kowtow if they kowtow if they have nine heads. However, players rarely kowtow if they worship players, at most they just bow. After all, modern people don’t pay so much attention. However, today, the prodigal son in the border town asked these five people to kneel down in public and kowtow to him.

When two of them knelt on the ground without saying a word, kowtowed nine times to the border town prodigal son. The border town prodigal son smiled and nodded, called "Good disciple", and then passed the Iron Palm Technique of Level 40 full of intermediate level 40 to the two.

The remaining three people looked at each other and hesitated. One of them was furious and cursed at the border town prodigal son: "What the hell are you? You deserve me to kowtow to you? My dad has never kowtowed me at home!"

The prodigal son in the border town sneered: "Since you are in the game, you must abide by the rules of the game. On the Iron Palm Peak, you must also abide by the rules of the Iron Palm Peak. If you don't want to kneel down, I will send you off the line to accompany your dad now!"

The man raised his thick eyebrows and cursed: "Fuck your grandma..." As soon as he said that, he was printed on his chest by a palm of the border town prodigal son, and he flew backwards. His hands and feet twitched a few times, and a soul rushed to the underworld, preparing to be reincarnated in an hour.

The prodigal son in the border town pressed one of his hands on the forehead of one of the remaining two people and said coldly: "Do you kneel or not?"
Chapter completed!