The face behind the hole in the door was a little dull.
Jing Shizhen never expected that Su Xiaofan would actually become Palm Thunder overnight.
This is not the key point, the key point is that the palm thunder released by Su Xiaofan seems to be a little different from his own.
Jing Shizhen started practicing at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and in her early twenties, she opened up the Great and Small Zhoutian. She was definitely considered a genius at that time.
When she was about 40 years old, Jing Shizhen returned to China and visited many hermits and famous people, and her demeanor was clearly revealed.
When he was fifty years old, some strong men from the West united with the East Asian monks to invade. He respected Shizhen and defended the enemy outside the country. He defeated the powerful enemy with thunderous palms and shocked the domestic cultivation world.
Since then, Jing Shizhen's reputation as a master has been established. Although he belongs to one sect, no one dares to look down upon him.
Compared with many cultivators whose inheritance has been cut off or whose inheritance is incomplete, Jing Shizhen has health-preserving skills inside and palm thunder outside. He can be regarded as a strong person both internally and externally in this era.
But today, this strong man was severely hit by Su Xiaofan's palm thunder.
With the same thunder in the palm, Jing Shizhen could only break the vase, but Su Xiaofan could pierce the door with his palm, and the power was obviously different.
The door quality of five-star hotels is still very good, and they are all made of solid wood doors.
After looking at the hole and then at his palm, Jing Shizhen's throat made a swallowing movement. He could do with the wooden board, but he would never be able to break this wooden door.
"Is it the palm thunder?"
Through the hole in the wooden door, Su Xiaofan and Jing Shizhen looked at each other and said with some uncertainty.
To be honest, with Su Xiaofan's current strength, he could break the wooden door with just one punch, and it might even be more powerful.
But the thunder in the palm is different. The thunder in the palm is a long-range attack!
Just like hot weapons, an eight-year-old child can kill a strong man with a gun. The two represent completely different meanings.
"How did you do it?"
Uncle Jing's eyes became more lively, and he touched the hole in the door with his hand, obviously still in disbelief.
"I will practice according to the exercises taught by you, Master."
Su Xiaofan scratched his head. In fact, people who are familiar with him know that when Su Xiaofan makes this action, it is often a sign of guilty conscience.
Of course, only Su Xiaoxiao knows this secret of Su Xiaofan, not even his father, let alone Jing Shizhen.
"Can you trigger palm thunder overnight? And...and the power is pretty good."
Jing Shizhen originally wanted to say that the power was greater than the palm thunder he sent out, but when he said the words, he realized that something was wrong and quickly changed his words.
"Master, what other techniques do you have? Give them to me to practice."
Su Xiaofan opened the door, and it was a bit strange for the master and apprentice to talk through the hole.
“You can bite off more than you can chew, don’t aim too high!”
Jing Shizhen glared at Su Xiaofan angrily, put her hands behind her back, and said, "After you wash up, hurry up and have breakfast. After breakfast, we will set off."
"Grandma, what kind of freak did you teach?"
When she returned to her room, Jing Shizhen's mouth started to tremble.
Jing Shizhen has never even heard of such things, such as opening up the small Zhoutian meridians 24 hours a day and practicing palm thunder in about 10 hours.
"When I get back, I'll teach him some other techniques and see if he can master them so quickly!"
Jing Shizhen made a decision in her heart. In fact, Su Xiaofan cultivated quickly, and his master was the most honorable.
But who was not a genius when they were young? Su Xiaofan, a genius, was a bit too evil, which made Jing Shizhen, an old genius, start to doubt himself.
After moping in the room for more than half an hour, it was not until Su Xiaofan knocked on the door that Jing Shizhen, who was almost autistic, walked out.
"Uncle Jing, how was your rest yesterday?" Tong Dongjie was already waiting in the living room. When he saw Jing Shizhen coming out, he quickly stood up.
"It's good, but it's not very good when I wake up in the morning."
Jing Shizhen glanced at Su Xiaofan and said, "Someone is sabotaging this early in the morning!"
"Ah? How could that be? This hotel is too bad, isn't it?"
Tong Dongjie frowned when he heard this, waved to someone at the door, and said, "Tell the general manager of the hotel whether there was decoration work in nearby rooms early in the morning?"
"Ahem, Brother Dong, that's not the case."
Su Xiaofan quickly stopped Tong Dongjie and said, "Master taught me kung fu. I damaged some things in the hotel, including a vase and a door. I will pay them how much money I will pay back."
Business is business, making money from Tong Dongjie depends on his ability, but if he damaged something in the hotel, Su Xiaofan was still embarrassed to let the other party pay for it.
"Hey, what did I think it was?"
Tong Dongjie smiled and waved his hand, "We don't need to worry about these things. Someone will negotiate with the hotel later. Uncle Jing and Xiaofan, if you have a good rest, shall we set off now?"
"Okay, let's go. The sooner we solve it, the sooner you can feel at ease."
Jing Shizhen nodded, first went back to the room and took out an object that looked a bit like a piano case, and handed it to Su Xiaofan.
"It should be the magic weapon brought by Master."
As soon as Su Xiaofan got his hands on it, he knew that the thing didn't weigh much, so he didn't say much and followed Jing Shizhen and Tong Dongjie out of the room.
There were already two business cars waiting at the door of the hotel. Tong Dongjie accompanied Jing Shizhen and Su Xiaofan to the first car.
Jiaocheng is not very far from Miryang, and it only takes an hour to drive.
The car was driving on the highway, and Tong Dongjie was obviously not very interested. After all, a section of the highway was repaired at the expense of his company.
Miryang is very mountainous, and after more than half an hour, the car was almost always driving on winding mountain roads.
After turning off the highway and entering the mountain pass, Su Xiaofan and others' car encountered a checkpoint.
Tong Dongjie's people went down to negotiate for a while, and then the two vehicles were released. On the mountain road behind, there were no more vehicles or pedestrians.
The car continued to drive for about twenty minutes, and then stopped on the side of a hillside.
There is a mountain road going down beside the road. Where you enter the mountain road, there is a door-shaped cement wall with no roof.
On both sides of the cement wall, the word "door closed" was written in red paint. Below the two words "door closed", there were also the words "no entry" in large characters.
Although the sun was shining brightly at this time, looking at these two words, the people who got off the car felt an inexplicable chill.
"With our foot strength, it will take about twenty minutes to get down from here."
Tong Dongjie pointed to the mountain road below and said: "Originally, the plan was to build this section of the road together with the village. Who knew that this happened, so we stopped."
"Brother Dong, are you coming too?" Su Xiaofan looked at Tong Dongjie in surprise.
"Go, I'm not a cripple who can't work hard on my limbs. There's nothing to be afraid of when I walk on some mountainous roads."
Tong Dongjie glanced at Su Xiaofan with some dissatisfaction. After all, he was from the Tong family, and he still had some skills.
Three people got out of the second car, all young people in their early twenties. They moved things from the car without Tong Dongjie's instructions.
"Brother Dong, are we going camping or what?"
Looking at what the three people were carrying, Su Xiaofan's mouth couldn't help but twitch. The things they carried were so professional.
Su Xiaofan had talked with Wu Xiaobo, a classmate from Beijing, and had a general understanding of the equipment for camping expeditions. The items that Tong Dongjie brought were probably worth at least hundreds of thousands.
"We may have to spend the night in the mountains today, so it's better to be prepared."
Tong Dongjie said a few words to those people, and then walked down the mountain road, "I have come here to inspect several times, you can just follow me."
There is a big steep slope going down from the road. Su Xiaofan and the others are fine, but the people carrying things behind them will stumble a bit.
After getting off the road, the shade of the trees in the mountains blocked the scorching sun above my head, and I suddenly seemed to have entered another space, and the heat under the scorching sun disappeared without a trace.
Tong Dongjie did not deliberately wait for the people behind him, and moved faster with Jing Shizhen and Su Xiaofan.
Ten minutes later, the three of them arrived at a river bed.
"Dongjie, wait, don't go forward yet."
The river had dried up, leaving behind a piece of gravel. Standing on the edge of the river bed, Jing Shizhen stopped.
"What's wrong? Uncle Jing, walk about ten minutes further and you'll reach Fengmen Village."
Tong Dongjie stopped in confusion, "Are you going to wait for the people behind you? You don't have to wait for them, they have all been there and know the way."
"They'd better not go in."
Jing Shizhen shook his head and said: "You have cultivated and have strong qi and blood, and you have magic weapons on your body, so you can follow them. They are ordinary people. It's okay to go in at noon, but as soon as the sun sets, they are inside
It’s easy for something to happen.”
"Uncle Jing, what do you see?" Tong Dongjie's face became serious.
"Xiaofan, take a look." Jing Shizhen turned his attention to Su Xiaofan.
"I didn't see anything."
Su Xiaofan said: "The plants here just give me a feeling of being particularly dense. I don't see much else."
Su Xiaofan grew up in a mountain village, and he knows the plants in the mountains very well.
Usually in places where people live, plants do not grow too tall, and most of them are shrubs.
But along the way, Su Xiaofan discovered that there were many trees that could not be surrounded by one person, especially on the opposite side of the river bed. Some of the big trees there were even twenty or thirty meters high.
This is extremely rare in the Central Plains, and such large trees can often only be seen in inaccessible places in primeval forests.
"Using the technique of observing qi, have you learned the technique in vain?" Jing Shizhen glared at Su Xiaofan angrily.
"Oh, I understand, Master."
Su Xiaofan had a misunderstanding. He had habitually classified the art of watching Qi as looking at antiques, and he really didn't realize it for a while.
Su Xiaofan immediately saw the difference after using the Qi-Observing Technique to move the true energy through several meridians around the eyes.
With the river bed as the boundary, the place further forward seemed to be filled with a mist-like gas, enveloping the entire mountain in it.
This kind of gas cannot be seen with the naked eye, but under the gaze of eyes that have turned on the art of observing Qi, it is clearly revealed.
There was wind in the mountains, especially when the river bed was located at the mouth of the wind. Where Su Xiaofan stood, his clothes were blown up by the wind.
But the gas that shrouded the mountain in front did not move at all, and did not even move with the wind.
