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The black clothed man sneered and said, "Zhuang Yang'er, you haven't made a move in so many years, how about I let you make a few moves first?!"

Elder Zhuang gave a loud shout but didn't say anything else. His figure flashed as he consecutively used several ultimate moves.

When the black-clothed man saw that Elder Zhuang was about to attack him, he only dodged without attacking him. Just as each palm was about to hit him, he dodged like a ghost.

Elder Zhuang had already used more than ten moves in a row, yet his opponent's clothes weren't even touched at all. He was secretly shocked in his heart: It seems that his opponent isn't an average person! As a result, he focused his attention and sank his Qi into his Dantian. He focused his mind and continuously made several palm strikes.

The black clothed person calmly dodged a dozen of Elder Zhuang's palms and floated to the side saying, "Zhuang Yang'er, I've let you go for a long time. I can't help but want to make my move!"

With that, he suddenly pushed forward with both of his palms, and a gust of wind, which was mixed with the tiles on the yard wall, flew towards Elder Zhuang like a huge dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, wanting to swallow him up.

Elder Zhuang's body swayed in the gale of the palm like force. He quickly took a step forward and sunk into his dantian, using his strongest technique, the "Thirteen Kongtong Movement", to defend himself. He was not easy to pass down, and even Little Flower had not yet succeeded in teaching him. He had originally planned to teach Little Flower to him after he grew up, but Little Flower had never been by his side. Furthermore, someone had to give him some pointers and take care of him. Therefore, when Elder Zhuang used this skill, he was already supported by the others to sit on the ground and exclaim in surprise.

When the black-clothed man saw Elder Zhuang use the "Thirteen Forms of Kongtong," he smiled sinisterly, then struck out with a single hand. Although the power behind this palm strike was not as great as the one just now, it was superior to all of the Zhen Qi condensed in the palm strike, and had an extremely strong penetrative power.

When Elder Zhuang saw the speed of this palm, his brain hurt from the sound wave that came first. He wanted to circulate his power to defend himself, but his brain went blank from the sound wave, as if he was an idiot and couldn't move.

After everyone heard a ringing sound, Elder Zhuang stood motionlessly where he was without moving. His four limbs were stiff and his seven orifices were covered in blood. The palm energy passed through Elder Zhuang's body, leaving a transparent hole with five fingers. After a while, his body crashed onto the ground.

Little Flower saw his master miserably killed by the black-clothed man, grit his teeth in grief, struggled to stand up, and staggered to Elder Zhuang's side. Seeing his master, who was still teaching him in Dunton just a moment ago, now lose his life, he couldn't help but be filled with grief and indignation, suddenly turning around, his bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at the black-clothed man, and shouted with a trembling voice: "I will fight to the death with you today! Hand over your life! "

With that, Little Flower channeled the rest of his true qi through his body and suddenly soared into the air, using all the strength in his body to continuously send out a few palm strikes.

When the man in black saw Little Flower attacking him without sparing his life, he was shocked and quickly dodged to the left and right.

Little Flower Blossom repeatedly struck the air. She knew that the black-clothed man wanted to know about the secret of < The Bian Que Heart Sutra >, so she didn't dare to hurt him. She couldn't help moaning in her heart when she realized that her zhenqi was almost exhausted.

The group of brothers who had been standing in front of the door earlier all joined in the battle as well.

The black clothed man chuckled and said: "Truly a praying mantis trying to block a chariot. It seems like I am going to massacre your gang today!" After saying that, he turned around, and the cloak worn by the black clothed man caused the surrounding gang members to tumble over several times.

The eyes of the gang members were bloodshot. They helped their injured brothers to put them aside, and then they all raised their sticks to surround the man in black.

After the black clothed man broke through a few waves of attacks, he jumped out of the encirclement. Then, he extended his hands and a black hurricane, which was like a demonic wind, once again attacked the crowd.

Little Flower knew how powerful this palm was and quickly dodged it with a flip of his body. However, everyone had already lost all reason. They gathered together again and charged towards the black-clothed man without a single care in the world.

This palm would truly take the lives of everyone present. When he thought about how his master had gone through so much difficulty to take care of this division, although he didn't have the ability to help his master, at the very least, he couldn't let his master suffer such a calamity before his death. This thought only lasted for a split-second. At this moment, Little Flower no longer cared about thinking about it and hastily leaped in front of everyone.

When the black-clothed man saw this scene, he was also stunned. He wanted to immediately retract his palm attack. However, he didn't turn his head to shoot. Although he had retracted his force, he couldn't retract the palm energy that had just been shot out even if the Daoist Immortals came.

It looked like the black dragon's gale was about to hit Little Flower.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in purple silk clothes flew out from behind the broken temple. He landed behind Little Flower and used his palm to hit the wind. The man in black took a few steps back. The black clothed man looked at Little Cry Flower in surprise, then suddenly realized that there was a person standing next to Little Calling Flower. "He was dressed in purple silk clothing, and his face was pale. His face was like a woman's, and the rouge on both sides of his face was enough to make a man shiver.

The man in purple did not say a single word. He picked up his cries of flowers and jumped onto the roof of the broken temple like a meteor …

The black-clothed man was shocked, seeing this person dressed like a eunuch, he became suspicious. He then looked at the purple-clothed man standing on the roof, holding Little Flower in one hand, smiling as he looked at him.

The black clothed man exclaimed: "Who are you? How dare you interfere with our business?! "

The eunuch smiled sinisterly, but he did not reply. He picked up Little Flower, turned around, and left in a flash.

The man in black immediately jumped up to give chase, but the eunuch was quick. In a moment, the man in black was no longer able to see the two of them.

After resting for a while, he walked in front of Little Flower and said with a smile: "Young Hero is a true hero, he sacrificed himself to repay the debt of gratitude, and was loyal to him. We thought it was too much of a pity for such a genius to die, so we couldn't help but take action!"

Xiao Shuren struggled to get up to thank him: "Thank you for your righteous act just now, this junior will not forget the grace of saving my life!"

The purple-clothed eunuch laughed, twirling his orchid fingers and said: "Our family is originally incomplete, and only wants to serve master in the palace, and does not want to get involved in the conflicts in the martial arts world. Today we have made an exception, in the future, do not ever talk about meeting me in front of other people, do not forget this!"

Little Hua lowered her head and agreed.

The eunuch in purple looked at the two of them and said sternly, "Then we will bid our farewells and meet again!" Just as he was about to leave, Little Flower called out to him. Little Flower stubbornly asked, "I have to trouble you to tell me your name, or else we won't be able to live through it!"

The purple-clothed eunuch raised his head and laughed a few times before leaping into the forest. From afar, he could still hear a poem he recited, "Floating ducks have no roots, but night doves sleep on branches." The bitter rain brings with it the autumn wind, and the cry of the sword of the martial arts world! "