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Elder Xu turned to Elder Jiang who was sitting on the other side and asked: "I wonder if Elder Jiang can find that disciple and have him come here so this old man can carefully inquire about it."

Elder Jiang is also a schemer, how could he know how to respond? He stood up and bowed to Elder Xu: "Reporting to Elder Xu, that day in the broken temple, you spoke a lot about that disciple and urged me to be more careful. For the past few days, this subordinate has not dared to relax and has asked all the brothers in the gang, saying that I've never seen that person before … that person is not a disciple of my gang."

"What?" That disciple is not from my Beggar's Clan? " Elder Xu said angrily to Elder Jiang.

"Reporting to Elder Xu, it is indeed not from the Beggar Gang, this subordinate has followed Elder Jiang's instructions, and has looked through all the registers in my Faction, but still did not find the name that corresponds to that person." A middle-aged beggar behind Elder Jiang interrupted.

"Elder Jiang, do you know your crime?" Elder Xu suddenly shouted angrily at Elder Jiang.

"This subordinate knows his crimes. I was unable to investigate that person's identity, so this subordinate will send a disciple to investigate that person's identity." Elder Jiang's face was filled with fear as he knelt on the ground. In fact, he was already overjoyed.

Seeing this, Elder Xu nodded his head in satisfaction and said: "Also, this person actually appeared in my Beggar's Gang's secret stronghold that night. You must investigate this matter clearly."

Elder Xu turned around and said to the three people on the ground: "You heard what Elder Jiang said just now. The one who hurt you is not one of us, the disciples of the Beggar Gang. I have already sent Elder Jiang to investigate. I will inform you when there is news."

Elder Zheng watched Elder Xu and Elder Jiang play the role of the spring and felt anger in his heart. Seeing that Elder Jiang had left the hall, he stood up and cupped his fists towards Elder Xu, saying: "Since this matter has been helped by Elder Xu, then this old man will no longer disturb you."

After Elder Zheng finished speaking, he coldly snorted and turned around to leave the hall. Seeing that his backer had left, Han Haixin panicked and cursed at the three people kneeling on the ground, "You three worthless things, thank you Elder Xu."

The three people kneeling on the ground were about to thank Elder Xu, but Elder Xu first opened his mouth and said: "Forget it. It won't be too late for this old man to find the person who injured you."

"Bastard, why aren't you leaving?" Seeing the three of them being embarrassed, Han Hai Xin scolded them. The three of them immediately reacted, bowing to each other before slowly withdrawing from the main hall.

"Elder Xu, I …" Han Haixin didn't know how to face this powerful leader alone.

"Elder Han, this old man has been constantly hearing of internal strife within the Jiangxi branch of your ship. Is this true?" Xu Nan Lin's eyes were fixed on Han Hai Xin.

"That's … that's …" he thought, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Do you have it or not?" Xu Nan Lin's momentum was directed straight at Han Hai Xin.

Han Haixin suddenly felt as if there was a huge rock pressing against his body, making it hard for him to breathe. He kept replying, "There's … there's …"

Then, he immediately explained, "There is indeed some conflict between the disciples of the Pure Robes Sect and the Filthy Robed Sect. It's just a small conflict, just a small conflict …"

Han Hai Xin smiled at Xu Nan Lin to dispel the uneasiness in his heart. Xu Nan Lin would not let this man go so easily.

….

Not mentioning how Han Hai Xin had responded to Xu Nan Lin's question, Elder Zheng returned to his resting area and called Ma Pei and the other two to his room.

"Tell me in detail what happened that day." Elder Zheng said to the three of them.

Hearing this, the three of them recounted what happened that day in detail. After Elder Zheng finished listening to what they had to say, he tightly furrowed his brows and closed his eyes without saying a word.

"Elder, your subordinate thinks that that person must be someone from their sect. It's just that Elder Jiang is not willing to admit to it because he pushed away the responsibility." One of them said carefully.

"Nonsense." When Elder Zheng heard this, he opened his eyes and let out a loud shout, scaring the three of them.

"That Jiang Yiming would never be so foolish about this matter. All of the disciples of the Beggar's Gang would leave their names on the register, and as long as we check, it would be obvious with a single glance. If Jiang Yiming is lying, we will definitely get our hands on him. He wouldn't be so stupid." Elder Zheng explained to the three of them.

"Then … Elder, the one who injured us was …" Xiangzi said, puzzled.

"Use the attacks of that person who injured you. Wait for this old man to take a closer look." After muttering to himself irresolutely for a moment, Elder Zheng instructed the three of them.

Hearing this, the three of them started gesticulating in the empty space in the room. Elder Zheng watched as he rummaged through his mind for a suitable move.

After the three people had finished their sparring, Elder Zheng frowned. With his decades of experience in the martial arts world, he had never seen that person use a move he had never seen before. It was different from the martial arts of the various sects in his mind.

Actually, Elder Zheng couldn't be blamed for this. Although the Wudang Sect had been established for decades, it had only been ten years since Zhang Sanfeng had received a disciple and passed on his skills.

As for the fact that the first disciple of the Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao, had only been traveling in the martial arts world for four or five years, the martial arts of the Wudang Sect was not very well-known in the martial arts world.

Elder Zheng had a high position in the Beggar Gang, and in the recent years he had not easily stepped out of the Sect, so it was normal that he had not seen Wu Dang Sect's martial arts, but you had to say, he was already in his fifties or sixties. As a famous martial artist, he had never seen Song Yuanqiao, this junior, speak of things like this, could it be that he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng in action before?

In fact, he had seen them once in his early years, but that was only thirty years ago. They were old, and in addition to Elder Zheng's youth, he was still unable to clearly remember how many moves Zhang Sanfeng had used back then, let alone his moves.

Later on, when Zhang Sanfeng hid himself in the Wu Dang Mountain, it was difficult for Elder Zheng to meet with Zhang Sanfeng, much less seeing him do it again. Moreover, after so many years, Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts system was completed.

Elder Zheng thought hard, then he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and hastily asked the disciple named Xiangzi, "You just said that when that person ambushed you, you were injured and passed out. Do you know how it felt like to be hit by that palm?"

"This …" Xiangzi frowned as he heard Elder Zheng's question. He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "That palm is about the same as an ordinary martial artist's, but …"

"But what …" Elder Zheng hurriedly said.

"It's just that this disciple feels that the strength behind that palm strike is extremely strong." Xiangzi hurriedly replied when he saw Elder Zheng.

"Nonsense." Hearing this, Elder Zheng cursed in his heart. If your palm wasn't strong enough, could it have knocked you out? With your inner strength, there are plenty of people in the martial arts world who are stronger than you.

"That's right, Elder. That day, this disciple received the palm strike from that thief. I could clearly feel the difference in the power of his palm strike." Ma Pei suddenly said.

"Oh? "What's the difference? Quickly tell me." When Elder Zheng heard this, he was overjoyed.