Miss Village Beauty 068, 068 Iron Palm 068 Iron Palm 068 Iron Palm This content is the textual material from Chapter 068 of Miss Village Beauty 068! Iron Xin Lan heard that Zhang Yi had started fighting someone, and was both startled and anxious, nearly flying forward without touching the ground. Lu Yun also sprang into action, pushing with all his might, racing forward vigorously. But as she grew increasingly blurred in the distance, her figure fading, Lu Yun grew more and more urgent, and called out, “Miss Iron, wait for me!” Iron Xin Lan suddenly turned around, drifting like a ghost to Lu Yun’s side, her face as cold as frost, yet her voice filled with endless urgency: “What are you doing here? This isn’t like a childish fight!” Lu Yun gasped, breathing heavily, saying, “I… I might… be able to help.” Without pausing to think further, Iron Xin Lan narrowed her brows, disregarding any criticism from others, and with one hand supporting Lu Yun under his armpits, resumed her swift flight forward. Along the way, Lu Yun's heart surged with waves of excitement. Though he knew Iron Xinlan was skilled in martial arts—especially her iron-fist technique, which was exceptionally powerful—he had never expected her strength to be so astonishing. Her speed while running was breathtaking, rivaling even the agile movements of the so-called heroes on television. Before they even reached the canteen, they heard a series of crisp sounds as porcelain items fell to the ground, interwoven with angry shouts and wild, enthusiastic laughter. It's no wonder he was stunned, as if in a dream. First, Ahui single-handedly stabilized the wobbling three-wheeled vehicle that had lost brake control, and now, here was Fei Xinlan lifting him off the ground, carrying him as if he were flying. Such scenes had only ever been seen on television or in films—never experienced firsthand. The anxious yet caring words from Fei Xinlan still echoed in his ears. Yet when he focused, there was no trace of her anywhere. This content is from Chapter 068 of "Rural Beauty." "Stop!" At the moment of confusion, a sharp command suddenly rang out inside the canteen. Land Yun felt his heart tighten, recognizing the cold, firm tone as clearly coming from Fei Xinlan. With no time to think, he rushed straight into the canteen. At this moment, the canteen was a mess—pots, pans, cups, plates, tables, and chairs scattered haphazardly across the spacious hall. Zhang Yi's head, like a watermelon, gushed with blood, several wounds on his body also bleeding steadily. He was gasping for breath, his legs trembling constantly, clearly injured severely. Yet he still kept his arms outstretched, shielding Li Yun who was hiding behind him. "Iron Heart Lan comforted Zhang Yi and then gave a brief instruction to Liu Yun, who was hiding behind Zhang Yi, pale and trembling with fear. Zhang Yi seemed to place immense trust in Iron Heart Lan, saying, 'Sister, please take good care of yourself—both of these two are skilled fighters!' After that, he followed Liu Yun back to the bedroom to treat their wounds. Once Zhang Yi entered the bedroom, Iron Heart Lan suddenly turned around, her gaze sharp and cold as a blade, sweeping over Li Huashan and Ahui standing side by side. Her voice was as frosty as ice: 'What are you two, and why did you injure my brother?' Li Huashan remained as composed as ever, yet a spark of fire—just like the one she first saw in his eyes when meeting Liu Yun—flared in his gaze. 'Hey, Brother Huashan,' he said, 'here comes another beautiful woman, as lovely as a blossom. I'll capture her right now—hah!' Ahui laughed heartily, taking several brisk steps forward until he stood three feet in front of Tieshenlan, then grinned and said, "You don't need to ask us who we are. All you need to do is please Volcano Brother's heart, and by nightfall, you'll be treated to endless romance and delights." With that, he extended his hand and reached out to grasp Tieshenlan's arms. Standing nearly two meters tall, Ahui loomed over Tieshenlan like a towering iron tower. His grasp was both swift and urgent—so quick and decisive that to an onlooker, it seemed as though an eagle were snatching a chick with ease. Only heard Ahui emit a sharp gasp, his towering frame retreating three paces with a series of firm steps, his face filled with astonishment as he gazed at Iron Xinlan, her face as cold as winter's frost. He could never have imagined that this seemingly frail woman possessed such powerful palm force. At that very moment, Xinlan's heart was equally thunderstruck. The two palm strikes she had just delivered had already drawn forth five-tenths of her strength—normally, even a solid stone would have been shattered under such force. Yet now, she had merely sent the sturdy man before her staggering back a few steps, which made her all the more amazed. Ahui was repelled by Tie Xinlan's dual palm strikes, his face blazing with heat. Upon hearing Li Huashan's words, a surge of determination stirred within him, and he set aside his initial contempt, stepping steadily forward to stand before Tie Xinlan with respectful tone, "You are the first woman who has managed to drive me back solely with her hands. I truly admire that. However, what follows will be my finest move—be on your guard." Tie Xinlan had initially been incensed by Ahui's injury to Zhang Yi and his subsequent disrespect, her anger now at its peak. Yet, hearing his sincere and dignified words, her fury slightly abated, and she held her palms horizontally across her chest, "Then come." After their initial encounter, Ahui recognized that the woman before him was a master of the Iron Palm technique. Thus, upon hearing Tie Xinlan's challenge, he did not hesitate. With a roar like a tiger, he drove his fists forward with the force of splitting mountains and stones, delivering a direct assault in the style of "Mountains Pressing Down." At the same moment, Tie Xinlan shifted her stance, evaded Ahui's dual punches, and immediately launched a counterattack. They exchanged blows back and forth, fighting fiercely. Ahui, strong and resilient, could withstand even a few solid punches without being harmed; while Tie Xinlan relied on her agile footwork, maintaining a fluid, evasive style—engaging and then retreating immediately—so that for a while, the two were evenly matched. Lu Yun watched from the sidelines, utterly dazzled and increasingly anxious. Scanning the scene, he couldn't spot Zhou Quan's figure, growing increasingly worried—where had he gone? Why hadn't he returned yet? In his mind, although Tie Xinlan was skilled, even if she managed to defeat Ahui, there was still Li Huashan watching from the side. Unless Zhou Quan intervened to calm Li Huashan, Tie Xinlan would surely be at a disadvantage. With that thought, Lu Yun quickly turned and hurried out of the canteen. ... Rural Beauty 068, 068 – Update of the Iron Palm Technique complete!