This sound was like a muffled thunder blew directly into people's ears, making those disciples who had no internal skills sway their minds and felt nauseous and dizzy.

"Yin and Yang Wuji Gong is really worthy of being the first internal skill of Taoism. I admire you!" Guan Han narrowed his eyes and laughed suddenly. His internal strength was already quite good. Unexpectedly, Liuyun looked weak and his internal strength was comparable to his.

Wudang’s mind method is really extraordinary!

However, Guan Han is very confident in himself. Wudang's mind method is powerful, but it also depends on who is executing it. If Master Lingxu uses it, it will inevitably shock the world and make everything dizzy. But a mere cloud is not enough to make him afraid.

The iron rod in his hand rotates like flying, full of internal force, and the powerful power is raging throughout the ring with the strong wind caused by the violent rotation of the iron rod.

Seeing that the kung fu on the stick was so powerful, a sound of air sucking sound suddenly sounded off the stage. When Jin Suiyuan saw it, her eyes couldn't help but lit up and she cried in her heart: "What a great stick technique!"

The stick technique is mostly practiced by monks in the world, but most of it is wooden sticks and soft sticks. Just like the demon-subduing stick in Shaolin Temple, it is the representative of soft sticks. Compared with swordsmanship, stick technique is also a kind of weapon that is easy to practice.

But Guan Han was unique and used a real iron stick. Judging from the weight of seven or eight kilograms, it was already very difficult for ordinary people to wield, let alone use any stick method.

Look at Guan Han's Tiangang stick technique, which is powerful and domineering. Even experts like Jin Suiyuan are amazed by it. If he uses iron sticks, he thinks he may not be better than Guan Han.

Putuo Temple really found a treasure!

"Hmph, this stick method is tangible, it's just a blind eye to some people who have no knowledge!" A cold snorting came from behind everyone. Jin Suiyuan looked back and saw a young man standing in the corner not far away.

The young man was twenty-four or five years old and looked handsome, but his face was cold and his eyebrows were full of sarcastic expressions. He was obviously not a person who was close to him. He stood in the corner, no one talked to him, and no one got along with him.

A long sword was inserted between his waist, and the sword's scabbard was rusty, as if it had been soaked in some sour water, revealing small holes, as if they were picked up from a garbage dump.

Standing alone in the corner, as if he was isolated from the world, he was arrogant and extremely lonely.

How could others care about the evaluation of such a poor swordsman? He didn't even look back and continued to watch the duel in the stands.

Jin Suiyuan didn't care why the man's scabbard was so broken, but he noticed that the man's hands were placed on the scabbard from beginning to end. His hands were very white, as white as a woman's hand. It was hard to imagine such a hand as a pair of sword-wielding hands, but Jin Suiyuan only felt a chill coming from his spine and heading straight into his heart.

His index finger was pressed against the hilt of the sword, as if he would draw a sword at any time.

Jin Suiyuan became more and more curious about this person, but it was not because of his somewhat arrogant words just now, but the cold temperament emitted from his body, which was like an iceberg, making people dare not approach it easily.

"This is a weird guy!"

With a smile on his heart, Jin Suiyuan felt that there were too many people in the world, some with weird tempers, some with weird hobbies, and even more with weird looks. They were all different from others. It was not surprising that a weird person appeared now.
Chapter completed!