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Liu'er had already understood the secret of that person and was no longer flustered. He bent his leg and dodged to the right of Leng Ning, dodging away. It was much easier than before, but the wide robe was still cut open.

Liu'er could not be considered a brilliant martial arts genius, but the mysterious person that had embellished him was. That person's martial arts attainments were terrifying. He had turned the complicated chants into a gatha. Although it was not enough to solve the mystery of the Peacock Steps, it still exposed its main theme. It was the highest realm of simplicity. Most of the people in the martial arts world had been poor their entire lives, but they couldn't get their words out. They just didn't understand this principle.

Liu'er was overjoyed to see that she could use it as she pleased. Her confidence soared as she shouted at Leng Xiao, "Apologize!" Leng Ning was enraged for a moment, but did not reply. He turned over his blade and slashed at Liu'er's calf, wanting to repeat the same trick.

Liu'er still jumped up to dodge the attack. However, she quickly followed after her. The dagger in her hand cut down on Liu Gan's neck. He began to not know the profoundness of the black fan, because he had already suffered a loss once. This time, his saber was filled with Qi, divided into three paths. Even if Liu'er could use the fan to protect his neck and save his life, the saber Qi would definitely cut off both his legs!

The corner of Leng Ning's mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

Liu'er did not raise her black fan to block this time, but suddenly spread open her arms, channeling her true qi to the two acupuncture points of the Liu Palace and the Shaoyang Mansion. She pressed her palm on Leng Xiao's shoulder, and her body flew into the air with a 'whoosh' like a soaring sparrow! This was the chant for "The Palace Head's Prison Suppressing All Things".

The two streaks of silver light struck the beams in the hall, leaving two deep gashes.

He pressed down on Leng Ning and she fell heavily to the ground. Liu'er's arms were wide open as she landed beside Leng Xiao. She was still pointing at him as she shouted, "Apologize!"

When everyone saw the little Daoist who had dodged in panic earlier, they all couldn't help but cry out in admiration as he had such an ingenious movement technique!

Xiao Lan had long dried her tears and jumped up in joy.

Cold eyes were bloodshot for a moment. Killing intent surged like a humiliated beast as it roared and chopped over. At this moment, he was ashamed and angry. There was even a bit of fear mixed within. Liu Er became more and more confident as he dodged even more. Although his robe was cut into pieces, he wasn't injured, so he was very proud of himself.

Just as Liu'er was feeling pleased with herself, the mysterious person continued, "A coward who only knows how to run! What was there to be happy about! The Divine Equipment in your hands is wasted by you just like that! " When Liu'er heard this, her face flushed red. Luckily, no one else heard him, and no one laughed at him.

That person continued, "Find a chance to attack his Supreme Spring Acupoint under his armpit!" Liu'er gathered her thoughts, realizing that Leng Yiming's attacks were very sharp, so she swung her arms around every time she tried to cut him, exposing her Extreme Spring Acupoint under her arm.

Although the scimitar was sharp, its center of gravity was in front of it. If he wanted to play its role, he would have to chop it down. The scimitar was a sharp weapon used in battles. The martial arts of the Cold Moon Sect originated from the crescent moon in the sky. Thus, they used the scimitar as their weapon. Leng Ning knew in her heart that Liu'er only knew how to dodge, only attacking and not defending, which was why she exposed her weakness to him.

Liu'er once again stepped sideways to avoid his blade, aiming at the Ji Quan acupoint under his armpit, then she used the black fan in her hand as a short blade and fiercely stabbed it. It was too late to pull back his saber. After a moment of hesitation, he felt a sharp pain from the Extreme Spring Acupoint, which had been pierced by Liu'er.

Liu'er would not export inner force, so this poke was like a normal rod strike. To Leng Ning, it was nothing at all. But first, Leng Ning was overwhelmed with shock. Secondly, that black fan was like a dagger, piercing Leng Ning's clothes and touching his skin.

The dagger in Leng Ning's hand trembled, nearly falling out of his grasp.

Liu'er did not take any further action. Her tone was a little softer as she said, "Are you going to apologize?"

Cold sweat broke out all over his body. He had said that he could only use one move, and now it had already been dozens of moves. He had almost abandoned his scimitar when he didn't kill him. If he continued to pester him, even if he could kill him, he wouldn't have any face to speak of. He was extremely dejected as he said, "Why would I apologize?"

Liu'er turned around and looked at Xiao Lan, saying, "You scared her to death, so you have to apologize!" Hearing this, Xiao Lan's cheeks became hot as she hurriedly covered them with her hands. However, she was overjoyed in her heart.

Leng Xiao trembled, she was trying her best to endure, but just as she was about to curse, she heard Wu Chen say: "Limitless Heavenly Sovereign! This young Taoist is indeed a young hero. For the sake of apologizing, he risked his life to fight. What a great rage! " He then turned to Leng Xiao and said: "Sir Leng, as the saying goes, 'one can bow and submit, but one cannot do it'. This little Daoist is so generous, how can he brush away his good intentions? I can clearly see that if this fight goes on, this little Taoist will definitely be exhausted, and you will win sooner or later. Young Master Leng must have had some kind thoughts, which was why he couldn't bear to kill him. How about a good person goes all the way to the end, and we just have to help this pair of beautiful women? "

Xiao Lan had already covered her face as she smiled, her expression unreadable. Liu'er's face was as red as an apple under the setting sun. Just as he was about to open his mouth to argue, he heard the others chime in, "Daoist Priest Wu Chen is right!" Since this little Taoist is so bold, I will definitely become an outstanding figure in the martial arts world in the future.

Everyone joked as they talked, and Leng Xiao suddenly jumped out of the hall, jumped onto the crocodile's mouth, and shouted, "Smelly doll, if I ever run into you again in the future, you will definitely die without an intact corpse!" With a few ups and downs, he disappeared.

Liu'er couldn't stop him and didn't have time to reply. Seeing that Leng Ning had already left, she walked to the side of River City and handed the black fan to him. River City smiled at him, took the black fan and shook it again, hiding it in his sleeve.

Liu'er then turned to everyone and said, "Heroes, it has been quite some time since the path has led to the Immortal Crocodile Manor. The people here would not lie, much less kill the innocent. I hope that all of you heroes can get to the bottom of this … "

Before he could finish his words, someone interrupted him and said, "Hmph! He originally thought that this little Taoist was a current hero! However, I never would have thought that it would be the same as the other Ox-nose Taoists, they would actually say such lies! " Before he could finish his words, an object was thrown into the hall, and everyone dodged to the side.

The object fell to the ground with a thud.

Surprisingly, he was cold for a moment. At this moment, he was no longer breathing and had turned into an ice-cold corpse!

The other Daoists that that person spoke of were naturally the people of the Purple Void Sect. Wu Chenzi's words to Leng Ning was a polite greeting in the martial arts world. That person was not used to it and even scolded him.

Wu Chenzi looked around and suddenly, his daoist robe moved without any wind. He said in a clear voice, "Since you are here, why don't you show yourself!" Although his voice was not loud, everyone felt as if their ears were being struck by thunder when they heard his words. They hurriedly covered their ears.

Thousand Li Sound Transmission Technique!

In an instant, three people jumped into the hall. When everyone looked at the three people, they saw one of them was tall and thin with a short sword in his hand. He was in his sixties and had a pair of eyes brimming with vigor. Most of the others knew the person. It was the waiter of the Fortune Inn.

The third person was an incomparably beautiful woman.

This woman's legs were slender and sturdy, her skin was white and tender, and smooth. Just these two points alone meant that the other women in the world were inferior to her.

However, her face looked even more exquisite!

No one could describe her beauty, because every time they saw her, they would become dumbstruck and stiff.

It was like a zombie whose vitality had been sucked dry!

The tall and thin person coldly laughed and disdainfully said: "The Purple Void Sect truly lives up to its name!"