Teng!
A gray robed elder landed on the ground as he eyes stared at the two mysterious people.
“Hehe, I can’t believe I saw a Martial Master of the seventh rank! Seventeenth, you can go and practise your skills.” One of the silver figures lightly laughed as he left.
“Hmph! Who dares intrude on the important grounds of the Qiu family!?” The gray robed elders’ eyes were sharp as he sent out a palm.
Beng!
A green glow sliced through the air, its sound as long as thunder. Under that pressure, the trees and rocks around it were shattered.
Transformation Strength, long ranged attacks through the air!
This was the symbol of a Martial Master. The power of that palm could easily crush a cultivator of the fourth or fifth rank through the air.
“Petty tricks!”
The silver figure that remained behind lifted one hand slowly and pointed one finger at the glow.
Shua—-
A dark azure Inner Strength was shot out, and like a spear, it pierced through the old man’s attack.
The next instant.