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The group of black-clothed men all retreated as if they were blocked by an invisible sword Qi. Their faces turned pale and even their breathing became ragged. At this moment, a person's voice came from the sky, "What a great 'White Heart Palm of the Emei Sect'."

Just as he finished speaking, a man in white floated down from the sky. This man's Qing Gong was quite outstanding. When he floated down from the sky, his clothes didn't even flutter and didn't even have the slightest fluctuation of air flow. The white robed man landed on the ground and looked around coldly. Then, his gaze landed on the girl from before. He asked indifferently, "Was that sword you sent out just now?"

The woman's heart trembled as she coldly replied, "So what if I am?" The woman's body trembled and she coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood. A girl named Xiaomei beside her dared to hold her in her arms.

The white-robed man smiled and said, "Good, good. The women of the Emei Sect really do have backbone. They aren't as timid as my disciples." As he spoke, he turned to look at the black clothed men. The group of black-clothed men were shocked. They all raised their heads to look at the man in white and said in a trembling voice, "Master, master, it's not that we're afraid of death, but that they're too powerful!"

The man in white snorted coldly, "I'll deal with you guys later." He turned and looked at the girls, and smiled: "My apologies, but I still have matters to attend to, I will definitely pay my respects."

When the group of women saw him, they immediately revealed expressions of shock. With a light body and a once amiable personality, he had no idea what was going on in his gourd. At this moment, everyone was heavily injured and no one wanted to stay. No one knew when he would change his mind. Immediately, all the girls said in unison: "We will definitely deliver Sect Leader Xiao's words. We, the Emei Faction, also welcome the arrival of the Great Palm Sect at any time. We will say our goodbyes here and see you again. " The girls all cupped their fists as they bid farewell, each supporting the injured. Their steps were a little messy, but they were still able to move in a hurry and not leave even for a moment. They only waited for a long time while the two sides were separated by half a zhang. Only then did the girls heave a sigh of relief and relax their nervous minds.

After a long time, a black-clothed man finally said with a trembling voice, "Mas, mister, they've gone far!"

The white-clothed man regained his senses and said coldly, "I let them go."

Seeing that he was not angry, the black clothed man said boldly: "Yes! Master Ying Ming, your disciple is just a little confused, why did Master let them go! "

"That's right!" Master! " At this time, his ten or so disciples spoke in unison. It seemed like his disciples would often kiss ass to him.

When the man in white thought about what had just happened, he felt that his face had lost all its splendor. He said furiously, "Are you all still going to say that there were a dozen of you just now that were unable to defeat five women? As a master, I still have to drive them all out so that I can lose my face?" As he spoke, he furiously slapped his palm on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The palm strike landed on the ground, causing the ground to tremble and emit buzzing sounds. When the palm strike landed, everyone looked at it. He took a deep breath. At this moment, the ground was filled with holes that were half a person deep. The ten or so men in black all looked at each other. They were secretly happy that this palm did not land on their bodies. Otherwise, he would probably have a hole as big as this piece of land. At this moment, no one even dared to breathe out loud.

Xie Yuan was alarmed as he saw this scene. His hands moved, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. With a loud cry, he leapt out of the weeds and dashed forward.

The group of black-clothed men were startled upon hearing this. They all turned around to look, and all felt a clang in their hearts. After thinking for a moment, they all started to chase after him.

When the man in white saw that his ugly behavior had been seen by the little coachman, he was infuriated. He used his Qing Gong to chase after him, vowing to kill him even at the cost of his life.

This man in white was indeed the man in white clothes whom Xie Yuan met the night before. He did not know why, but he had met him here again. It was truly a narrow path between enemies. Knowing that Xie Yuan's strength was not to be underestimated, the man in white immediately calmed down a little and used the movement technique that he was the most proud of and chased after him.

As he chased after him, the man in white shouted, "Young coachman, how have you been? Why did you leave so quickly that night? Wait for me, your little groom is someone from the Shennong gang. Hurry up and answer truthfully! " All he wanted to do was to silence him and vent the anger in his heart. Maybe force him to get some of the Shennong gang's stuff out of his mouth later.

Xie Yuan naturally dashed at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he had already passed through a mountain peak and rushed towards a row of emerald green bamboos.

The man in white was shocked and angry at the same time. He shouted, "Young coachman, if you don't stop, I'm going to use my palm strike to dissipate the force!" In the blink of an eye, he had been thrown far, far away.

The man in white was extremely resentful. He didn't even look at the bunch of unassuming disciples and was rather surprised at how fast this coachman was. If he wasn't a member of the Divine Nong Gang, he could have taken him in as a disciple.

The man in white was still in the air, clapping his hands in a frenzy. In an instant, the row of green bamboo behind Xie Yuan fell to the ground. The man in white shouted, "If you don't stop, I'll hurt you!" At this point, his body suddenly flew straight up, and gently landed on a green bamboo.

This green bamboo was soft and long, and the white clothed person immediately jumped up, shocking Xie Yuan. Although his inner force was strong, he did not know how to use his Qing Gong, let alone this ten meters tall green bamboo, even if it was a wall less than fifteen meters tall, he would still be unable to climb it.

In the blink of an eye, the white-clothed person jumped from one bamboo tree to another. In only half a quarter of an hour, the white-clothed person chased up to him and slapped him with his palm.

"Xie Yuan couldn't help but to be shocked. Closing his eyes, he struck out with his palm." "Knock!" With a loud bang, an extremely cold aura crashed into the man in white.

The white clothed person couldn't help but be shocked and quickly retreated. He shouted in shock and anger, "You are not from the Divine Nong Gang, just who are you? How could there be such a cold inner force skill? "Hurry up and answer truthfully." As he said that, he suddenly dashed forward, "Hiss!" With a light sound, a large part of Xie Yuan's clothes were ripped off.

Xie Yuan was shocked. This man in white came as he pleased and went as he pleased. No matter what, he could not be captured. He knew that if he wanted to catch him, he would lose his life.

The man in white was ecstatic. He thought to himself, "Although this little coachman's internal energy is strange, he doesn't know any martial arts. That's great! He'll be able to save me a lot of trouble!" With a flash, his left hand grabbed out at Xie Yuan's face.