Qiu Qianren

"Alright, Huang Rong, put the things away and let's go down and take a look."

Ji Boying greeted him; he had actually been thinking the same thing for a while.

Although he is busy with important national affairs, Ji Boying's love for martial arts has not diminished in the slightest.

Having already sparred with Hong Qigong and learned roughly how strong he was, he naturally wanted to test his skills against Qiu Qianren was slightly weaker.

After taking the Wumu's Testament, the group turned and left the cave.

Although the cave contained the burial items of the Iron Palm Gang's past leaders, including many expensive weapons and antiques, Ji Boying and the others did not touch any of them.

Ji Boying knew that the previous gang leader Shangguan Jiannan, was also a righteous man who resisted the Jin dynasty, and he respected him.

And among these skeletons found here, it's unknown whether any were from the same battles he fought alongside.

There are heroes here after all, so we shouldn't act recklessly.

As the four descended the mountain, they were not as cautious as when they were ascending. They used their Lightness Skill to leap back and forth among the pine trees, their figures flashing in mid-air.

But the Iron Palm Gang disciples were not alerted, which puzzled Ji Boying even more.

After circling the mountain twice, we finally found a large platform in the dense forest.

The platform was filled with swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, and the surrounding area was a row of terraced houses.

Clearly, the stone house they encountered halfway up the mountain was where Qiu Qianren was in seclusion, and this was the true base of the Iron Palm Gang.

Several hundred disciples stood on the platform, respectfully bowing to an elderly man in a yellow robe sitting on the head chair.

The man was dressed in a yellow robe, holding a palm-leaf fan, with white beard and hair, and looked quite smug.

The disciples bowed to him, and several other disciples beside him took great care of him, massaging his shoulders and offering him water.

Qiu Qianren, feeling quite pleased with himself, fanned himself with a palm leaf fan, sat on the armchair, and put one foot on the chair.

He raised his chin and laughed heartily.

Hearing his loud laughter, Ying Gu's expression suddenly changed.

Ji Ying reminded Ying Gu to maintain a balanced mindset, lest anger harm her health and delay her ability to have children with Zhou Botong in the future.

Although it had only been half a day, and long-standing habits are hard to break, Ying Gu had already begun to try her best to control her emotions.

But hearing Qiu Qianren laugh, how could she possibly hold back?

The wrinkles on her forehead deepened, and her pretty face on her lower body became grotesque.

The veins on his neck and arms were bulging, his thin body trembled, and he angrily spat out three words through clenched teeth.

"That's him!"

At this moment, Ying Gu no longer cared about Ji Boying's instructions; her anger had overwhelmed her reason.

With a leap, he pounced onto the platform.

Who is it?

The Iron Palm Gang disciples were terrified and quickly grabbed their weapons to block the approaching enemy.

Ying Gu didn't bother with them and started using her Loach Technique, sliding left and right, quickly passing through the disciples.

If anyone stood in his way, he would strike without mercy, delivering a palm strike to their chest or abdomen, killing them instantly.

However, the Iron Palm Gang was a well-known local gang. Although the Iron Palm Clan's defeat of Mount Heng was largely due to Qiu Qianren's abilities, many of his disciples were also quite capable.

It was clear that more than a dozen people had already been killed by Ying Gu's palm strike.

Several men rushed out, each holding a knife in one hand and a palm in the other, clearly having been personally trained in martial arts by Qiu Qianren.

The group stood together in front of Ying Gu.

Knife comes, palm strikes.

The swordsmanship was fierce, and the palm techniques were exquisite, which forced Ying Gu to stop advancing.

Qiu Qianren put his feet down, his toes touching the ground as he sat on the armchair, gently fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, looking completely calm and collected.

He watched with a smile as several elite disciples of the Iron Palm Gang forced Ying Gu into a sorry state.

Ying Gu slapped him with a gloomy face.

Now I truly understand that my skills are indeed mediocre.

They all stayed in that quagmire, reinventing themselves in their own hands, thinking they had mastered divine skills and were invincible.

But now that he has left the mountain, he realizes that his skills are barely considered first-rate in the martial arts world. There are countless people stronger than him, and he is no match for true masters. It was these disciples of Qiu Qianren who beat him into a sorry state.

Although it was partly due to their numerical advantage, Ying Gu still felt disheartened.

Even though she was no match for him, Ying Gu showed no sign of backing down. Instead, she fought more and more fiercely, determined to exchange injury for life.

With bloodshot eyes, he peered through the gaps between the crowd, his gaze fixed intently on Qiu Qianren, who sat in the grand chair.

When Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw that Ying Gu was in danger, they jumped out of the woods together.

Huang Rong picked up a wooden stick, and Guo Jing only used these two palm strikes.

One fought with skillful finesse, the other with simple and unadorned style. In terms of skill, Guo Jing was even better than Ying Gu. He knocked all the disciples in front of him to the ground with a single palm strike.

Ji Boying wasted no time. His figure floated through the air as if flying, heading straight for Qiu Qianren.

The long sword hung at his waist but was not drawn.

The right arm's micro-area is ready to unleash the Flying Dragon in the Sky attack at any moment.

Facing Qiu Qianren, whose skill was no less than that of Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong, Ji Boying did not dare to be careless and first used a hidden weapon with his left hand to test the waters.

In mid-air, a powerful Bone-Penetrating Nails struck Qiu Qianren's forehead.

Under the sunlight, a flash of silver light appeared.

The Bone-Penetrating Nails went straight for Qiu Qianren's forehead. An ordinary person with insufficient skill would not even be able to see it, let alone react.

Looking at Qiu Qianren's reaction, Ji Boying thought to himself, "As expected of the Iron Palm Water Strider, he is indeed extraordinary."

But this fellow showed no sign of panic.

The Bone-Penetrating Nails was right in front of them...

The Bone-Penetrating Nails had already been driven into his forehead...

The Bone-Penetrating Nails had already smashed his skull...

Qiu Qianren did not react at all.

Huh? Not a single reaction?

Ji Boying froze halfway through his flight, his body falling from the sky and trampling two Iron Palm Gang disciples.

"The gang leader?"

"The gang leader... is he dead?"

"Avenge the gang leader!"

"Screw your mother's head, run!"

The disciples of the Iron Palm Gang were already in a panic.

Ji Boying truly understood.

"This guy isn't Qiu Qianren, he's Qiu Qianren's older brother Qiu Qianzhang."

Hearing Ji Boying speak like this, and looking at Qiu Qianren —no, Qiu Qianzhang's corpse had already slumped down under the armchair—it was clear that he hadn't been fearless at all; he simply hadn't been able to react to Ji Boying's Bone-Penetrating Nails.

Even Ying Gu and Huang Rong were dumbfounded. The Iron Palm Gang disciples had no will to resist, and with no one stopping them, they gathered around Ji Boying, completely bewildered.

Ji Boying then recounted the whole story between the two Qiu brothers, and they all knew that the dead man in front of them was an imposter.

Ji Boying casually captured an Iron Palm Gang disciple and threw him on the ground.