Chapter 235 Chapter Fifteen

Lian Xing was tens of feet away, he was scared out of his wits. This purple-clothed old man must be the one who set fire to the house in Tiyun Valley a few days ago. Afterwards, Lian Xing once talked about this matter with Li Biao and his wife.Knowing that the old ancestor Li Kaishan took the five disciples of his disciples away to another country, and it seemed that he wanted to avoid the purple-clothed old man. The old man in purple couldn't find the members of the Mountain Moving School, so he set fire to the house in a fit of anger, and burned the entire Tiyun Valley to nothingness.

And this person who can make the ancestors of Qianshan fear, must also be inferior in martial arts.It may even be higher than the others of the Mountain Moving School.Otherwise, a person as cunning and cunning as the Patriarch Qianshan would not have given up such a large piece of foundation in Tiyun Valley. And this purple-clothed old man, who made the ancestor Qianshan very afraid, was slapping Liancheng with his palm at this time! If this palm hit Liancheng, wouldn't Liancheng be shattered and killed immediately? Can this palm strike make Lian Xinghun fly away? Lian Xing ran forward and shouted, "Stop."

The old man in purple slapped down with his palm, his intention was to scare Liancheng, but he didn't want to make a real move.But Liancheng didn't dodge or dodge, instead he pushed his chest forward.Still protecting Wu Zhen who was lying on the ground. The old man in purple was furious, exerted strength in his palm, and secretly used a spiral force, intending to push Liancheng aside.But who knows that at this time, Wu Zhen suddenly woke up, saw Liancheng standing in front of him, and the old man in purple was hitting him with a palm, and he didn't know where the force came from, and suddenly hugged Liancheng Stopped, turned his body, and forcibly received the thunder-like blow from the purple-clothed old man!

The purple-clothed old man struck out with a palm, Liancheng was gone, and this palm was firmly imprinted on Wu Zhen's back. Wu Zhen roared wildly, opened his mouth, and a stream of blood spurted out to the sky. The blood was like a blood flower in the air, scattered all over the ground. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wu Zhen stood upright on the ground with his eyes protruding, motionless. Lian Cheng was held in Wu Zhen's arms, but also remained motionless. Lian Xing was dizzy, and his heart seemed to be numb.I froze there.After a while, he yelled and ran all the way to Wu Zhen.

Lian Xing raised his head and looked at Wu Zhen and his mother Liancheng. This time, it was as if a bucket of ice water was poured down his head, and it was cold from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet...