Chapter 227: Mysterious and Unexplainable

Wu Feng immediately stood still, did not dare to act rashly, just now he fell a few heels is not light, to the present buttocks are still raw pain, he touched his buttocks, while thinking; in the end this old man in the end is what kind of person? How would know that he makes is the Yin soft palm, and also said that he himself just used to deal with their own kung fu is what Maoshan's masterpiece – shock corpse astral gas, and how he knows this Maoshan's kung fu, is it possible that he is also Maoshan's descendants? Thinking like this, he asked again, "Old man, what kind of person are you in the end? Why do you know Maoshan's kung fu?"

That white-haired old man hemmed and hawed and said disdainfully, "This is nothing, just now you make that Yin Yin palm old man can also make." Said, then walked forward a few steps, stopped in front of a huge stone like the size of a millstone, and then smiled faintly at Wu Feng and said, "Kid, you can look carefully ……"

Before the words fell, the white-haired old man gently swung his hands, circled back and forth twice, and then gently slapped on the boulder in front of him.

The only thing that could be heard in his ears was a "click" sound, but that piece of stone that was the size of a millstone split into two halves from the center!

Wu Feng stared in disbelief at what was happening in front of him, and felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat, and marveled in his heart, "Oh my God! This is simply not something that a human being can do, such a thick and huge stone, he just so gently slapped it down, and then it broke in half, even if it was Master Qingfeng Taoist Master, it would never be possible to do it."

Just when Wu Feng stood there dumbly not knowing what to do, that white-haired old man then walked to Wu Feng's side with a smile and asked softly, "Young man, how does this Yin Soft Palm of the old man make it?"

Only then did Wu Feng come back to his senses from the shock and nodded his head repeatedly, "It's too powerful! Too powerful ……"

After being shocked, Wu Feng then thought of the question he had just asked and said offhandedly, "Old man, what exactly are you? Could it be that you are also a descendant of Maoshan? Otherwise, how would you know Maoshan's kung fu."

Hearing Wu Feng ask this question, the smile on the white-haired old man's face suddenly disappeared, his eyes became deep and distant, as if he had remembered something, he sighed a long breath, slowly walked to the big stone that had just been broken by his own shot, and sat down, and sat there for a long time, without saying another word.

Wu Feng saw this white-haired old man suddenly changed his appearance, and did not dare to disturb him, just stood aside and quietly watched him, more and more feel that this white-haired old man is mysterious and unpredictable, he must have a lot of stories on him.

I don't know how long had passed, that white-haired old man suddenly turned practiced and looked towards Wu Feng, and said in a low and deep voice:Young man, come over here, the old man is having a lot of things to say to you."

Wu Feng answered and slowly walked over to that white-haired old man's side and also sat on top of that huge rock.

"Young man, do you still remember just now when the old man asked you about the origin of the Maoshan lineage and who created it?" That white-haired old man suddenly asked.

Wu Feng nodded, but in his heart, he was a bit puzzled as to how this strange old man was always dwelling on this question, yet he was not in a position to ask.

That white-haired old man paused for a moment and then continued, "Since you kid doesn't know, then the old man will tell you about the origins of this Maoshan lineage, and let you kid grow up."