Compared to Mo Zhu, the black-robed youth was not much better. He did not expect that there would be an opponent in Beijing who could exchange two blows with him without dying. His eyebrows raised slightly. At this moment, he suddenly had the thought of competing with this girl.
As he skillfully sat cross-legged on the ground, the black-robed youth quickly adjusted his internal energy. Looking at the girl's age, as long as he adjusted his state first and struck again, that girl would definitely die!
On the other hand, Huo Xuan couldn't be bothered with the poison in his body. He quickly took two steps forward and supported Mo Zhu's body. He frowned and asked nervously, "Xiao Zhu, are you alright? Where are you hurt? Why is your entire body burning and you're vomiting so much blood?"
Huo Xuan couldn't understand the unusual techniques in the palm strike attack of the black-robed youth and Mo Zhu, so he was very worried about the girl's health.
