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Seeing that everyone was looking at the little Daoist boy with fear in their hearts, and seeing that the little Daoist boy had confidently walked in front of them to provoke them, and that he was worried that the little Daoist boy was hiding something, Leng Ying's heart went blank. After a moment, he understood and was both embarrassed and angered as he said, "You're courting death!" As soon as he finished his words, the scimitar sliced horizontally towards Liu'er's abdomen.

The crowd only saw that a silver light suddenly appeared in front of him, looking like a crescent moon in the sky, cold and murderous. That silver light was like an arrow that had left the bowstring, shooting straight for Liu'er. This silver light was condensed from the Qi he had gathered with a single slice of his blade. He knew that he did not know any martial arts, so he could only jump and attack the scimitar with both legs.

The Cold Moon Sect was a small sect in Xi Shu. It did not have any big waves in the martial arts world, nor did it have any astounding deeds of a hero. Although Wu Lin from the Central Plains knew about this gang, he didn't know much about it. At this moment, he was surprised to see true qi in such a cold environment. His cultivation base was not low at all. When they saw him attacking from top to bottom and ruthlessly attacking them, they knew that the little Daoist was definitely going to be cut into three pieces. Some of them even cried out in alarm and couldn't bear to look anymore.

In the midst of the thunder and lightning, a woman said, "Left Taichong, right dashing Yang, luck is on the left, right chestnut rice, you can eat big insects …" It was Xiao Lan who recited the Pheonix Steps.

Liu'er had already listened to what Xiao Lan said and channeled her zhenqi between her legs. Hearing the mnemonic chant, without any hesitation, he sank his Qi into his left foot's Tai Chong Acupoint, his right foot's Chong Yang Acupoint, more on the left, more on the right, less on the right. Then he bent his legs and jumped, his body abruptly moving horizontally to the left by more than a foot!

The cold crescent moon zhen Qi had cut open Liu'er's huge Taoist robe, but the saber in her hand had cut through the empty air.

He actually managed to dodge it again!

Xiao Lan had told Liu'er before that the Sparrow Steps Qing Gong originated from bird hunting. When Liu'er was a beggar, she had caught sparrows when she was bored. The sparrows were looking around the ground and jumping up and down. Liu'er sometimes thought that she could catch him, but she was always easily evaded. Even if she wasted a lot of her strength, she wouldn't be able to catch him. It was as if the bird was playing hide-and-seek with itself. Soon, it jumped to the left and then to the right, sometimes flapping its wings and landing behind him.

Sparrow Steps Qing Gong also emphasized left and right jumping, not seeking to stop the enemy but only for the sake of dodging. Liu'er had the experience of capturing birds, and she trusted Xiao Lan a lot. Upon hearing Xiao Lan reciting the secret technique, she immediately understood and used the graceful steps of a sparrow.

Sometimes, trust and experience were indispensable.

Leng Ning initially wanted to slash out six times in a single move, but he only managed to slash through empty air. He was infuriated, so he did not stop. He flipped his wrist and aimed at Liu'er's left leg. Liu'er understood that her luck was too good, and she quickly jumped to avoid it. Leng Ning was not angry at the moment. Instead, a sinister smile appeared on her face as she jumped up and down with Liu'er by her side. The scimitar was thrust horizontally towards Liu'er's neck.

It turned out that Leng Ning knew that Liu'er only knew how to dodge, so she was no longer worried. She intentionally forced him to jump up and down. If a person was in the air and was unable to borrow any strength, he would be unable to use his Qing Gong.

Liu'er didn't have any experience facing the enemy, so she was tricked. Seeing that the scimitar was about to cut off her head, she turned to look at Xiao Lan with a warm smile. Suddenly, someone shouted in his ear, "Black Fan!" Liu'er was surprised to realize that she was still holding the black fan in her hand. Without much time to think, she placed the black fan on the tip of her neck. With a bang, his body flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

The scimitar could not cut through the black fan!

Not only was it cold, everyone widened their mouths in shock!

The wooden fan emitted the sound of steel colliding!

Xiao Lan ran over nervously, her face was pale, her legs and feet were paralyzed with fear, and she sat beside Liu'er, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably, as she cried, "Cut off the head, it's not even a skeleton! "You are too vicious!" After all, she was still a child. She had wanted to teach Leng Ning a lesson, but she had almost caused him to lose his life. Seeing Liu'er not dead on the ground, without knowing if it was joy, sadness, or anger, or a spoiled child, she burst into tears.

He was a man, and a man who wanted to see a woman laugh and refuse to see a woman cry!

Especially this woman in front of him!

Liu'er crawled to her feet and looked around the hall. It was unknown who shouted just now. He anxiously looked at the black fan in his hand, afraid that he would not be able to explain himself to Brother Jiang if the black fan was injured. After a careful search, he saw that the surface of the black fan was still quite smooth and did not leave any traces of knife marks.

Then, he fiercely glared at Leng Xiao for a moment, pointed his fan, and coldly said: "Now, you can just admit your mistakes! I still have to apologize! "

Leng Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "I admit your mother's fault! "Sorry your ass!" He was infuriated by these two children's teasing. He had no face and could not care less as he began barking like a mad dog.

Liu'er was about to open her mouth to scold him when the voice rang in his ears again, "Don't sparrows have wings? If you are in the air, why don't you flap your wings and fly? " Liu'er looked around with some anger and disdain. Seeing that no one had opened their mouth to speak, she was at a loss.

The voice continued, "What are you looking at! Listen carefully! Sparrow Steps Qing Gong, Left Subduing, Right Subduing Yang, Left-right and Left-right, Visible! Upper Taibai, lower middle capital, upper and lower body as one, birds entering the forest! Jumping into the air, stretching his wings, pushing down on everything in the palace, not returning if he didn't enter the clouds! This is Peacock Steps' precision, hurry up and get it! "Although this is not an extreme Qing Gong, it is still more than enough to deal with this kind of trash!"

Liu'er only had the help of the gods, so she didn't dare to be negligent and kept it in mind. He had followed the Daoist Master of Truth for several months, and the book on his back was about acupuncture points. It wasn't difficult for him to understand it now, and because he had dodged a few moves with the Peacock Steps, he already had some understanding of it. In a moment, he had thought through the formula and was beaming with joy: "Thank you, god, for your guidance!"

Liu'er heard the voice again and said, "Don't talk so much nonsense! "You can block that fan as much as you want. Even the best hands of the world have not been able to harm it in the slightest!" His tone was as proud as if he were his own son who had become an emperor.

Liu'er unconsciously looked towards River City. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, she was filled with doubts, not knowing who the speaker was.

It turned out that this person had used the top martial arts of the martial arts world: sound transmission to enter the room. This technique was different from the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique. The Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique was like a lion's roar in the mountains, suppressing the sound of all living things, displaying the majesty of a king. As the sound transmission entered the room, it passed through the Voice of All Things, transmitting its own voice to one place, thus no one else would be able to hear it. However, this kind of martial arts required a strong inner force to be heard clearly.

Liu'er not only heard him clearly, she could even feel the joy and anger in his voice. There were many heroes in the hall, yet no one noticed.

This person's cultivation base was unfathomable!

Liu'er naturally didn't know that there was an expert helping him. She only said that it was the immortal spirit appearing in the sky. Since the deities didn't want to listen to nonsense, they simply kowtowed three times towards the sky.

Everyone did not know why he was doing this, but it was obvious for a moment that he was playing with them. He shouted, "Ghost that pretended to be your mother's god! "Look at your grandpa's blade!" He took a step forward and chopped over.