"I'm Zhuo Li, the ninth generation descendant of Xiyang Palm. May I ask where my disciples are from?"
The middle-aged man in green robe, Zhuo Li, seemed to realize that Ye Hong was no ordinary person.
After all, being able to resolve his penetrating dark energy without any damage was enough to surprise Zhuo Li, so there was a hint of solemnity in his tone.
Ye Hong did not respond, but gently put Xue Jianing aside and asked Qin Hongshuang to take good care of her.
Immediately, he raised his eyes, and a sense of majesty rose directly, as if he had transformed from a handsome boy next door to an emperor who controls life and death in an instant!
He approached Zhuoli step by step, and his aura gradually increased with every step he took.
Ye Hong didn't want to let Zhuo Li go.
After getting along with each other these days, Ye Hong has long regarded Xue Jianing, his apprentice, as a relative.
Seeing that she was so seriously injured now, the anger in Ye Hong's heart was instantly ignited.
Not to mention, this guy is Liu Ji's companion.
Ye Hong could still remember Liu Ji's intimidation of Qin Hongshuang just now.
But before he could teach Liu Ji a lesson, Xue Jianing got the better of him.
Now more and more angry, the anger in Ye Hong's eyes seemed to be turning into reality, and he pressed towards Zhuo Li!
"Ding! Trigger mastery-level pressure!"
The angry flames surged into the sky, pressing like a mountain to the top!
Zhuo Li's breath was suffocated, as if he was being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, and his calves trembled shamefully.
"How is that possible!? How could I be afraid of a brat!"
Zhuo Li roared angrily, and immediately decided not to let Ye Hong's momentum get any stronger, and immediately struck out violently when Ye Hong was halfway there!
"Xiyang Palm Style 25·Hateful Earth Without Rings!"
Zhuoli's pair of iron palms seemed to be on fire, blowing towards Ye Hong's face with a fierce hot wind!
"As the first person I try to recruit, you should feel lucky."
Facing that extremely violent punch, Ye Hong suddenly spoke calmly.
Zhuo Li looked furious and roared: "You are still pretending to be a ghost when you are about to die, go to hell!"
Looking at the palm shadow getting closer and closer, Ye Hong suddenly clenched his fists and muttered in a simple accent.
"You can't see your form after three punches, just like you can't see your form but can't do anything"
Accompanied by this ups and downs of voice, a mysterious fist shadow hit Zhuo Li's palm directly from bottom to top.
"Xingyi Quan·Xingyi Shen Da·Xia Ba Shi·Lion's Roar!"
Zhuo Li only felt a concussive force coming from Ye Hong's fist, his palm went numb, and he was almost knocked away by Ye Hong.
"Xingyiquan? This is impossible, there is no such move in Xingyiquan!"
Zhuo Li roared in disbelief.
When he was young, he also visited the Ji family in Bailu City and saw various Xingyiquan routines of Ji Yueling, the old man of Ji. He had never heard of Xingyishen performing such a move!
"There are still many things you don't know!"
Ye Hong looked at him coldly and continued to read: "There is truth in the emptiness, and there is emptiness in the truth."
"Xingyi Quan·Xingyi Shen Da·Xia Ba Hand·Lock Lock!"
Ye Hong's fist path changed again, but it was much faster, drawing afterimages in the air.
Whether it was virtual or real, Zhuoli's palm power was firmly sealed within a very small range, leaving him no place to display his fierce palm skills, which was extremely frustrating.
"Damn it, open it for me!"
"Xiyang Palm Style Sanwu·Follow the trend and collapse the sky!"
"Xiyang Palm Style Qilu·Yellow Eagle falls down!"
"Xiyang Palm"
(End of chapter)