The Iron Palm, which had surpassed the level of perfection, was already considered a pure high-level martial technique.
Whether it was in terms of special effects or power, it was worthy of the name of a high-level martial artist.
This small reservoir was almost blown up by Ji Ruo's palm. Dozens of fish were still flying in the air, but they were already cooked and had an alluring fragrance. The water that was blown up turned into fish soup.
The children were about to reach out to take it.
"There's no rush," Ji Ruo smiled."We haven't even finished dealing with this.""
Ji Ruo took out a small wooden stick and took a deep breath.
"Welcome!"
The mysterious sword move was executed, and one could see a part of the shadow of the Gale Sword Technique, but it was not the same.
Under the control of Ji Ruo's sword technique, the surging wind actually condensed into an invisible wind plane, lifting all the flying fish meat and fish soup up like a tray of wind!
