Murong Su's fan is extraordinary. It is made of precious deep-sea cold iron. It has a cold force when attacking, which can often bring unexpected heavy damage to the opponent.
Everyone saw a cold light like a crescent moon, and it instantly collided with a palm print.
Bang!
The palm print disappeared instantly, but Murong Su couldn't help but retreat several steps before he stabilized his body.
"My God, he forced Young Master Murong into this state with just one palm strike. Is this 'Black Rakshasa' Qin Yuesheng really a knife wielder?"
Murong Su had just stood up when he saw another palm attacking from the private room where Qin Yuesheng was. Compared with the first palm, the internal force contained in the second palm was obviously stronger.
Murong Su's expression became more and more solemn, and the iron fan in his hand waved, with the air flying everywhere.
Bang!
Under the second palm, Murong Su retreated several steps again. It could be seen that his arms were trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was no match for his opponent.
Qin Yuesheng and Murong Su are both at the third level of internal strength, but Qin Yuesheng can suppress him with his internal strength. This is the difference between their internal strength techniques.
"Are you still willing to take the third palm?" Qin Yuesheng asked.
"Please teach me." Murong Su said firmly.
"Do you like to be tortured so much?" Qin Yuesheng was puzzled, but since others asked him to do so, he naturally would not be soft-hearted and directly swung out the third palm.
Qin Yuesheng showed no mercy in this palm strike. If anyone dared to challenge him, he had to be mentally prepared to die. Otherwise, what if others saw that he had a good temper and didn't kill him, and then challenged him every day when he had nothing to do? That would be too troublesome.
So Qin Yuesheng made up his mind to make this Xiaoyao Fan suffer.
As the third palm was getting closer, Murong Su's clothes were shaking and his hair was flying.
If he was like this, the chivalrous knights around him naturally could not bear it even more. Just by feeling the internal force, they felt as if their internal organs were being churned. Some of those who were slightly weaker even had blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.
Murong Su opened his eyes wide, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be a tall figure standing behind the palm print.
He looked down upon the world with an aura like that of an immortal. Just his figure standing there was enough to make people feel heavy all over, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.
"puff!"
Murong Su vomited loudly in an instant, and was directly thrown out of the teahouse like a cannonball. For a while, his life or death was uncertain.
Everyone couldn't help but open their mouths, unable to utter a word.
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