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Liu'er saw that Fu Yuan had effortlessly deflected Wu Chen's sword with a gentle flick and was extremely adept. She could not help but be overjoyed as she exclaimed, "Alright!" He felt that he shouldn't have said those words. Everyone thought that Fu Yuan was an evil monk, so wasn't his praise going along with him? However, he thought that his praise was sincere. If he deliberately tried to hide it, it would be a bit hypocritical, so he didn't think much of it and continued smiling happily. He was very happy.

Wu Chenzi was the head disciple of the Purple Void Sect after all. Although his sword attack didn't hurt anyone, it was still quite powerful. How could he not show his strength when he had been so easily defeated by Fu Yuan? With a flick of his wrist, he had already pulled out his sword. He stabbed out three times with a 'shua shua' sound, and all three of them were extraordinarily sharp. But no matter how he wielded the sword, Fu Yuan waited until the blade was close to his skin before flicking. The force of the sword was the same as before. It changed direction and did not harm him at all. Wu Chenzi's sword danced as if he was practicing his own sword, and he didn't seem like he was fighting his opponent at all. Not long after, dozens of large and small holes were pierced through in Fuyuan's monastic robe, and a few strands of his white beard had also fallen off. However, his right hand was still on Spiritual Master Qingyu's wrist, not moving at all.

Wu Chenzi's face turned red as he stabbed again. This time, Fu Yuan was no longer waiting for his sword to arrive. Instead, he used the fingers of his left hand to catch his sword. The sword hummed and began to tremble. Wu Chen felt pain in his hand. The sword almost slipped out of his grasp. How could he move the sword when he wanted to pull it back? Fu Yuan suddenly raised his right arm, lifting Daoist Master Qing Yu's arm into the air. His right hand turned into a palm and pressed against Daoist Master Qing Yu's palm. In a flash, mist began to rise between their palms and everyone knew that he was channeling inner strength into Daoist Master Qing Yu's body to treat his injuries.

After a while, Daoist Master Cyan Yu let out a "wow" and spat out a large mouthful of black blood, bringing with it a lump of blood. His complexion finally started to turn red. Only then did Fu Yuan release his sword. He muttered to himself, "This poison is indeed powerful, but it is still no match for the old demon." Wu Chenzi strode to the side of Daoist Master Qingyu and asked urgently, "Master, how is it?" Daoist Master Cyan Yu waved his hand, allowing his arm to move freely. He signaled Wu Chenzi to help him up slowly and nodded to Fu Yuan. "Many thanks!" Although Fu Yuan had saved him, he had merely nodded his head in thanks and did not call Fu Yuan by his full name.

Fu Yuan laughed and didn't mind. He walked briskly to Liu'er and boasted, "What? Is the old monster right? " Liu'er knew that his divine arts were invincible, but she did not know that he still had the skills to treat illnesses. She was both happy and anxious as she called out, "Senior, quickly treat my big brother. He's almost done." Fu Yuan pouted and said, "The old demon just said that martial artists should not be harmed by poison. You just didn't believe it, which was why you got rid of the poison on that old Daoist. The old monster isn't a professional middle school teacher, why would he help you save him? " When Liu'er heard that he wasn't willing to save anyone, she couldn't help but burst into tears. "You …" "You …"

Hui Xinfang said with all his might: "Amitabha! Junior Master Fu Yuan, saving a person's life is better than creating a seven-layered pagoda. Since Junior Master has the ability to save a person, please save him. " Fu Yuan just shook his head and refused. He then pointed at He Chuan and said, "He was the one who hurt her. Why would he need me to save him? Since he is unwilling to give you the antidote, you can just snatch it over. Liu'er thought to herself, "If I can steal it from you, why would I need to beg you for it?" Fu Yuan looked at Liu'er anxiously, feeling amused and angry at the same time.

Liu'er was at a loss for what to do, but she heard Zhang Zui chuckle and say, "Little Hero, don't be angry at this old monk. In my opinion, he is just bragging." When Fu Yuan heard this, he was angered and said, "What are you bragging about? Wasn't that old Daoist treated by the old demon? Are you blind? " Zhang Xin laughed oily and said, "The poor Elementary Scholar is not blind. You did indeed save that Daoist Priest." Fu Yuan asked, "Then you're still saying the old demon is bragging?" Zhang Mo frowned and asked curiously, "This poor Elementary Scholar is just curious why you are unwilling to save that black man, and only willing to save the old Daoist." "After thinking for a long time, I finally understood. I only said that you were bragging." Fu Yuan chuckled and said, "What can a poor Elementary Scholar like you think of?"

Zhang Wei said, "The poor scholar thought that you might only know how to cure one poison, and the poison that this old Taoist was inflicted with was exactly what you could cure. You can't cure that dark man of the poison. What if he couldn't solve it? Just don't get it, in case people make fun of you, don't you think? " Fu Yuan slapped his forehead and said angrily, "Let go …" The word "fart" was finally suppressed.

The method of interpretation that Fu Yuan used was to use true energy to expel the poison from his body. It was suitable for any kind of poison, so which branch would be able to cure it? Zhang Jiu You's words were obviously a provocation, but how could Liu'er not hear it? He had long resented Fu Yuan's refusal to cure the nigger, so he added, "No wonder he refused to do anything. He was afraid of leaking his bottom line." He then said to the nigger, "Big brother, just bear with it. Second brother will get the thief to hand over the antidote!" The last sentence was the truth. Before he could finish his words, he had already walked over to the edge of the blade and held the black blade in his hand.

When Zhao Pingchuan saw the black blade, he was confused and asked, "Where did you get that sword?" "Do you find me that familiar?" Before Liu'er answered, Zhao Lingqiu said, "Daddy, this is Lei Zhenyu's Thunder Blade. My daughter has given it to Lord Ye." Her resentment towards Lei Zhenyu was deep, and even though she did not call him Master Lei, she still addressed him by his full name. Zhao Pingchuan shouted, "Stop messing around!" Your Senior Lei's black blade is not ordinary, how can he so casually give it away? How could your Senior Lei agree to that? " Then he exclaimed and asked: "Speaking of your Senior Lei, where is he? How come I'm not with you? " "He's dead," Zhao Lingqiu said flatly. Zhao Pingchuan was shocked and he said, "Dead?" He then looked at the black blade in Liu'er's hand and suddenly became angry, "Good, so you killed Lei Zhenyu and stole his black blade!"

Liu Er thought that Lei Zhenyu's death had something to do with her, but Black Blade was entrusted to her before he died, so she said: "I did injure Mister Lei, but …" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Zhao Lingqiu, "Lei Zhenyu was killed by me. It has nothing to do with Lord Ye!" The people of the Thousand Horse Gang were shocked. Zhao Pingchuan was even more confused, but he knew his daughter's character. Although she was very mischievous, she would never lie. He believed that there must be something amiss. There were many people in the hall, so it was inconvenient for them to ask about it, so they replied: "Ah! But that black blade is ultimately yours, Senior Lei. To accompany it in life and death, how can you so easily give it away? " Even though he was blaming Zhao Lingqiu for his words, his eyes were staring at Liu'er as if he was about to take back the black blade with his own mouth.

Liu'er had already understood what he meant, and thought to herself, "Only this blade technique that my sister-in-law has taught me can be considered sharp and forceful. It might be able to compete with He Chuan's. Your big brother's life is at stake, so this black blade is temporarily useful to me. Although a gentleman would not be able to win against a beauty, he can't care too much about it. " He then said to Zhao Pingchuan, "Master Zhao, I know that the blade is a treasure of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang. However, when Young Master Lei was about to die, he said that he would give it to me. However, Sect Master Zhao is his Sect Master. Since he wants to return the favor, I will naturally return it. However, I have to deal with the evil scum now, so I will have to borrow some for now. I will beat back the evil scum and I will not force him to stay. "

Fu Yuan laughed coldly and said, "Since they already asked for it, how could they refuse?" As soon as he spoke, he suddenly appeared beside Liu'er. He held the blade on his wrist and swung it. The blade flew towards Zhao Pingchuan with a loud swoosh.