His waving hands were like two swimming dragons dancing. In an instant, one black and one white entered an ink painting.
He was comprehending Dao! Moreover, he had already figured it out. At this critical moment, no one disturbed him and he had been watching silently. The family clans and various mountain ranges present had different expressions.
Clearly, Zhang Shanfeng's stunning performance had already attracted their attention. This young man was worth betting on.
"Entering the Dao with martial arts? Good lord, what kind of path is this?"
"This young man can be considered the founder of a new path, right? Since ancient times, I've never seen anyone have an epiphany like him with a set of strange fist techniques."
"Just looking at this punch. It's soft and powerless, but when you think about it carefully, it gives me an aura that can topple mountains and overturn seas."
"What kind of strange mystic technique is this?"
