"You flatter me, it's primarily because your formation is nothing special."
Ning Fan turned his head to look at the Taoist Temple, glanced around, and frowned, "Is this the entrance to Kunlun?"
"You're also searching for Kunlun?" The old man frowned, "I am the Kunlun Gatekeeper. If you want to enter Kunlun, you must first pass my test!"
"I see, then let's begin."
Ning Fan didn't waste words and got ready to start fighting immediately.
Su Qingcheng had already entered Kunlun; he didn't have much time to delay. If he arrived too late and something happened, he would blame himself for life.
"Humph, you seem quite confident." The elderly man scoffed coldly, "Let's see if you have the skills to get past me!"
With that, the old man took a deep breath, and a vigorous power surged out, causing his robe to billow instantly.
He sent out a palm strike, and the formidable power turned into an invisible palm print, shooting towards Ning Fan.