The Eight Sects can wrap themselves in horse leather, but cannot die in such humiliation.
With a sound of whistling wind, just as the four people leaped out, Zhen Xiaoxiao had already landed.
The earth shook suddenly!
A powerful shockwave rippled outwards from the center, expanding in all directions.
The momentum of the four division leaders leaping was just right, but swept by this force, they involuntarily hit the ground head-first, rolling all over.
When they regained control of themselves and looked back, they saw Zhen Xiaoxiao standing firmly with wide stances, his face full of cautiousness.
Upon confirming he hadn't fallen, his chubby face bloomed with a smile:
"Master, do you think my Qinggong has reached small accomplishment?"
"...Yes, yes."
Su Mo could only nod at this sight.
Even though from any perspective, this didn't resemble Qinggong.
Especially with the large pit under Zhen Xiaoxiao's feet...
It had nothing to do with the word Qinggong at all.
