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When the middle-aged Spirit Master saw that the one-eyed old man had broken into pieces, he let out a long sigh.

Murong Feng was still searching for Zhang Lin Xuan in the dark night, but he was worried about Huang'er's safety. Just as he was overwhelmed with anxiety, he heard a dull explosion not far away.

Murong Feng immediately became spirited and leaped onto the roof. He focused his eyes and saw that five miles away, there was some white smoke coming out. For a moment there was a faint noise.

Seeing this, Murong Feng was overjoyed. With a few leaps, he had already arrived at the location of the incident.

He saw a large group of people fighting a few red-robed warriors with swords. One of them had the agility to topple several warriors. He was no more than twenty years old, his face was covered in blood, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.

This person was Zhang Linxuan. He had killed many warriors in a single breath. Looking at the wounded commoners, he didn't even have time to rest before he immediately kicked one of the warriors who was about to kill one of the fallen commoners.

Murong Feng saw that Zhang Linxuan was safe and sound and was about to reunite with him. In the end, a martial artist quietly walked up to the back of Zhang Lin Xuan, quietly lifted his steel saber, clenched his teeth, and used all his strength to chop down at Zhang Lin Xuan's neck.

With a flash, Murong Feng appeared in front of the warrior and used his hand to grab the steel sabre. The warrior's mouth dropped open in shock, and he froze for a moment. Murong Feng lifted his leg and kicked the warrior far away.

Zhang Linxuan sent a warrior flying with a single palm. As he turned around, he discovered that it was actually Murong Feng. He was overjoyed.

Murong Feng saw Zhang Lin Xuan looking at him with a smile on his face. He slapped him with the fan in his hand and said, "Silly boy, we've put in a lot of effort in order to recruit you!"

Zhang Lin Xuan scratched the back of his head and said, "I've made everyone worry!" He then looked behind Murong Feng and said, "I wonder how Miss Huang and the rest are doing outside?!"

Murong Feng said, "When your Huang girl heard you were missing, she was so anxious that tears streamed down her cheeks. Now that she went to chase after a masked woman in red, I think it won't be long before you see her!"

While the two of them were talking, the surrounding red-robed warriors were pushed to the ground one by one by the crowd. Everyone was trying their best to continue using the human tactic, kicking the bodies of the warriors with their feet. At this moment, everyone's murderous intent was piqued, and they didn't feel the slightest bit of pity for him. In just a short while, all the warriors had been knocked to the ground. Some were dead, while some were wounded. For a time, howls of agony filled the air.

Seeing that the situation had settled down, the two called for everyone to report to the yamen and had the yamen's people deal with the warriors. A few young men ran to report to the officers, and the rest surrounded the warriors, in case they ran away and called for reinforcements.

After Zhang Lin Xuan and Murong Feng had arranged everything, they were just about to leave when they saw a shaggy haired, stinking Daoist Priest wobbling out of the cave entrance.

When Murong Feng saw this Daoist Priest, he asked Zhang Linxuan, "Who is this Daoist Priest?!"

Zhang Linxuan shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure either. But when I came out, I saw that he was fighting with a one-eyed old man. It seems that he's already killed that old man!"

Murong Feng suggested, "Let's go take a look. If he's with this group of warriors, we can't let him slip through the net!"

Thus, the two walked forward to interrogate the middle-aged Daoist.

After the middle-aged Spirit Master tidied up the one-eyed old man, he was completely exhausted. Adding on the injuries on his hand, he immediately lost all of his strength. However, he was afraid that the red-clothed Holy Maiden might come back. In order to avoid being persecuted by the so-called Holy Maiden again, it was still a three or six stratagem.

The middle-aged Daoist carefully walked forward, watching the angry crowd beat to death or cripple them one by one. He was scared to death, but fortunately, these people had long been hypnotized by the Holy Maiden and did not know that he was the one who planned to capture them.

When he walked out of the cave entrance, he wanted to slip away from the cave entrance, but just as he was about to walk out of the wall, he was blocked by two people.

His body was already very weak to begin with. When he saw that he had been discovered again, the middle-aged Spirit Master sat on the ground in despair. With his eyes lowered, he thought to himself, "Damn, I'm really unlucky!"

When Murong Feng and Zhang Lin Xuan saw that this ugly Daoist Priest was about to slip away, they stealthily moved forward to block him. Who knew that this Taoist was so timid that when he saw the two of them, he collapsed onto the ground in fright? He hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, and saw that the Daoist Priest's face was indescribably ugly. Such a large birthmark, and those rat-like eyes, it was hard to associate them with the image of the person that flashed through his mind.

So he asked him, "Who are you? Why are you here?! "

The middle-aged Daoist Priest had originally lost all hope. All he needed to do was wait for them to capture him. At the very least, he wouldn't be captured by that cruel Holy Maiden again. He could only hear this person ask him a question. Under the pale moonlight, he could not see the outline of this human face, but the voice shook him, causing him to stand up quickly. He looked at this familiar face in a daze and said: "Xuan'er, it's me!" As he finished speaking, he grabbed Zhang Lin Xuan and began to heartily laugh. He then pushed away Zhang Lin Xuan and carefully examined him. After confirming that it was undoubtedly him, he fiercely hugged him.

Zhang Linxuan was stunned for a moment. It was true that this voice belonged to Martial Uncle, but it didn't seem to be Martial Uncle. When the Daoist priest in front of him had calmed down from his excitement, he asked: "You are my Martial Uncle? "But my Uncle-Master isn't like you!"

When the middle-aged Spirit Master heard him say that, he pointed at him and smiled, "It has been half a year since I last came out to the martial arts world. Why are you still so stupid? "Look!"

As he finished speaking, the middle-aged Daoist Priest extended his hand to his ear and gently lifted off the thin mask. A clean-edged, sword-like face appeared in front of Zhang Lin Xuan.

When Zhang Linxuan saw that it was his own Uncle-Master, he immediately prepared to kowtow. Martial Uncle quickly helped him up and said, "Martial Uncle, today I met with misfortune. I didn't expect to meet you again. I was truly fortunate!"

Zhang Lin Xuan happily looked at his martial uncle. He quickly pulled Murong Feng over and introduced him as well, "This is my sworn elder brother, he is known as the 'Flying Leopard Cat' Murong Feng!"

Martial Uncle sized up Murong Feng and asked: "You're a flying leopard cat?!"

Murong Feng cupped his hands and said, "I am indeed Murong Feng. It is my pleasure to meet you again!"

Martial Uncle indifferently "Oh." He no longer looked at him and asked Zhang Linxuan, "Why have you come here?!"