Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Dongfang Bubai slightly furrowed his brows, but after a moment of thought, he understood Jiang Dali’s strategy and couldn’t help but silently praise him in his heart.

This Black Wind Village Chief, seemingly bulky and simple, actually had a mind sharper than anyone else.

At this moment, Chu Liu Xiang and Bai Zhan Tang had also simultaneously leaped onto the courtyard wall.

The Qinggong they exhibited was distinct from that of ordinary people.

Even if ordinary people managed to jump onto the wall, they exhibited very obvious lifting motions.

Yet these two men appeared as if they were kites pulled by strings, barely touching their toes before gracefully ascending, followed by one flamboyantly fanning himself as he gently floated down.

The other one, with one toe pointing downwards and the calf of the other leg hooked behind, landed on one foot in a golden rooster stance before finally steadying himself on both feet.

Jiang Dali watched in admiration, secretly applauding. He wished he too could possess such elegant Qinggong, but clearly, that was impossible.

His Qinggong would likely involve jumping over the wall and shattering several bricks with a single stamp of his foot, which suited his style more.

"Black Wind Village Chief."