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Completely dumbfounded, utterly dumbfounded.
Zheng Xiaoshan, Granny Long, and Daoist Goo were all bona fide experts from their sects, usually holding themselves with lofty aloofness.
Ordinary people were nothing to them, and even average martial artists were considered no more than Wild Fox Zen in their eyes. They hailed from established sects with secret realms and inheritance; the reason they came to the Central Plains this time was that they didn't take the so-called martial community there seriously at all, acting quite unrestrainedly.
Yet now, these three great experts had lost the weapons in their hands in a mere few exchanges. Who on earth was this Mr. Pang? How could he be so formidable?
As the eldest, Daoist Goo's expression shifted unpredictably, and he clasped his hands together, addressing Pang Feng, "Fellow Daoist, I, Daoist Goo of the Corpse-Carrying Sect, offer my respects! May I have the honor of knowing your esteemed name?"