Looking at Long Moxun's familiar moves, the old village chief's haggard eyes were filled with helplessness. Who was that man? How could he learn the Mysterious Nether Palm, which only the Saint Girl of the Ling Clan could learn?

The old village chief felt a repressive and oppressive aura blowing towards him.

Long Moxun looked at the old village chief. There was more fear and guilt on his face. This guilt appeared after he used the Xuanming Palm. Could it be that this person also knew about the Xuanming Palm?

Long Moxun himself did not have a deep understanding of the Xuanming Palm. It was just that he was poisoned when he was a child, and that poison was very difficult to cure. Only by practicing the Xuanming Palm could he cure it.

And this Xuanming Palm was learned from his mother's handwriting. In the whole Nanshao Kingdom, the only person who knew this Xuanming Palm was his mother. It was because of this Xuanming Palm that Long Mosun always believed that his mother was still alive.

How could the old man in front of him know about the Xuanming Palm? The murderous intent in his eyes made Long Mosun even more fearful. He understood that this old village chief was the key person to find his mother.

And clamping down on this old village chief is also the key to their escape from trouble.

Long Moxun used the Mysterious Palm to hit the person who was blocking him hard. He moved instantly with his Qinggong, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the old village chief.

Village Chief Lai was so focused on Long Moshun's Xuanming Palm that he had no time to pay attention to the danger around him and was captured alive by Long Moshun.

"Let me go, you little bastard."

The old village chief became a hostage in Long Moshun's hands in a blink of an eye. He had never been so vicious before. For a moment, his resentful eyes were fixed on the people who came with Long Moshun.

Since he couldn't do anything to Long Mosun, he took out his anger on these people.

Long Moxun frowned. He had never been scolded like this before in his life. He immediately punched the old village chief on the neck. The old village chief screamed in pain, and the villagers all picked up their letters.

"You let go of the old village chief and tried to sneak attack. What kind of hero are you?"

Long Moxun sneered, his cold eyes swept towards the person who had just spoken, and ignored him. He never thought that he was a gentleman, but at least, he was much more realistic than this sanctimonious old village chief.

Long Moshun gave Luo Xuening a look, and Luo Xuening immediately stepped forward obediently. All around her, the villagers looked at her with eyes that seemed to want to eat her, as if every one of them could see through her to the core. It was so dangerous, why was she still staying here?

Long Moxun raised his head slightly, and placed the dagger in his hand tightly on the neck of the old village chief: "You, step back."

The villagers didn't dare to retreat. They just stared at Long Moxun with hatred, wishing they could go up and tear him to pieces.

Long Moxun simply ignored their hateful looks, brought the dagger in his hand close to the old village chief's neck, and cut a hole in the skin covered with age spots.

The old village chief also felt pain. He understood that this was a warning from Long Moxun. He had no choice. His life was at stake. He fixed his eyes and signaled everyone, "Back off."

Long Moxun's eyes dimmed, and he held the old village chief tightly in his hand, not letting go. When everyone retreated, he used his Qinggong skills and disappeared from everyone's sight, taking the old village chief with him.

"You, you stop."

As for the old village chief, he did have some basic skills in martial arts, but he was too old and could not withstand the hardships of wandering in the sky. Along the way, Long Moshun took great pains to hide his tracks and almost circled the entire village. The old village chief was already complaining bitterly.

Long Mosun finally found a place where he could hide his tracks and put the old village chief down. The old village chief was just moving, and Long Mosun reached out and pressed the old village chief's acupoints.

Before the old village chief could even stretch his old waist, his acupuncture points had pressed and his face instantly turned as black as charcoal. He stared at Long Moshun with an extremely ugly expression.

"I only want to ask you one thing. Where is the saint girl who disappeared from your Ling tribe 20 years ago?"

Long Moxun did not avoid asking Luo Xuening. When Luo Xuening heard this question, her expression matched the old village chief's astonishment.

It turns out that Empress Chen is actually the saint of the Ling clan.

Luo Xuening didn't know much about Concubine Chen, but what she knew from Long Moshun was that she was courageous and strong-willed, and indeed a remarkable woman. However, she didn't expect that she was the saint of this mysterious tribe.

Long Moshun's advanced kung fu was probably from the secret manual left by Concubine Chen. Speaking of this, Luo Xuening actually had a yearning for Concubine Chen.

The woman who could make Emperor Nan Shao never forget her must have her extraordinary qualities. She was very much looking forward to meeting Concubine Chen.

The old village chief looked at Long Moxun with a pale face, his eyes full of vigilance: "What do you want to do with her? Don't you know that the saint has died a long time ago?"

When the old village chief was speaking, his eyes never left Long Moshun. Compared with the saint girl, he was more concerned about the identity of the young man in front of him.

"Answer my question."

Long Mosun repeated impatiently that even if everyone said that his mother was dead, he didn't believe it. He believed that his mother must still be alive.

Because, when he was poisoned in his childhood, he once dreamed of his mother, who left him a secret book of Xuanming Palm and promised that one day, when he grew up, she would personally detoxify him.

Long Mosun believed in his mother. Although he had never seen her again since then, he believed that she must be a person who kept her promises, just like him.

It's just that she was forced to hide due to the situation.

"I have no idea."

The old village chief turned his eyes away, obviously not wanting to answer such a question. He would not reveal the whereabouts of the saint.

"Really not?"

Long Moxun was not annoyed, but looked at the old village chief with a steady gaze: "Since I ask you nicely and you won't tell me, then I will use torture."

Having said that, he raised his hand and swung his knife down. With a cry of pain, the old village chief's hand appeared intact in front of Luo Xuening, with blood splattered everywhere. Luo Xuening was caught off guard. Looking at the broken hand, she felt disgusted, covered her mouth, and ran to the other side to vomit.

Long Moxun glanced at him awkwardly, as if thinking, this is too violent, and wondered if this would scare Ning'er.

"Sorry, next time, I will remind you first."

Long Moxun spoke lightly, but Luo Xuening did not react at all. She was indifferent and did not dare to look at the bloody scene over there.

The old village chief looked at Long Mosun in great pain. The piercing pain in his heart made the hatred in his eyes even deeper. And Long Mosun's words made him want to spit all the blood on Long Mosun's face.

"Old village chief, I have already given you one chance."

Long Moxun put away the dagger. To truly shock this sanctimonious old village chief, he had to use unexpected and ruthless force. Sure enough, the old village chief compromised this time.

"Okay, I'll tell you the whereabouts of the Saint, but you have to let me go back."

Long Moxun nodded: "Okay."

But when he spoke, there was a glimmer of cunning in his eyes. He had never said that his words would count. Anyway, the old village chief was in his hands now, and his life was in his hands.

As for whether to let the old village chief go, it depends on whether the old village chief understands the routine.