Chu Li cheered up.
Is there any dispute between Jing Santan and Xue Luoyu
Xue Luoyu glanced at Jing Santan, then turned his eyes away.
"Miss Xue, are you okay?" Jing Santan's voice was filled with bitterness.
Xue Luoyu said: "Master Jing, we have only met once, right?"
She could see the light in the eyes of Chu Li and Sun Mingyue, and felt helpless.
Jing Santan shook his head: "Miss Xue's style is still the same, which is really gratifying."
Xue Luoyu said: "Thank you."
Jing Santan's gaze fell on Chu Li, and his slightly squinted eyes gradually opened. His eyes were as bright as high temperature, burning Chu Li like a substance: "Are you Chu Li from the lower world?"
Chu Li said: "Who are you?"
"Sanyang Palace Jing Santan!" Jing Santan said slowly: "I have heard of your name, the number one master in the lower world!"
Chu Li smiled.
Jing Santan looked at Deng Tianlun: "They bully you because of the large number of people?"
Chu Li looked at Deng Tianlun with a smile.
Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth and felt his face getting hot, but he couldn't let go of this rare opportunity to teach Chu Li a lesson. He said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Jing, Chu Li's hand is hard to guard against. Senior Brother Jing, be careful!"
Jing Santan frowned and stared at Chu Li: "It's impossible to guard against it, but you should learn a lesson or two."
Chu Li smiled: "Are you going to stand up for Deng Tianlun?"
Jing Santan raised his head and said slowly: "Senior brother Shen Lei, how can you let your junior brother be bullied? Chu Li, do it."
Chu Li said: "If this is the case, then you are offended!"
After he said that, he clapped it with his palm.
A golden light descended from the sky and turned into a golden palm that appeared on Jing Santan's chest, almost touching his chest, giving him no chance to dodge.
"Bang!" Jing Santan took a step back, and his body was covered with a layer of white light, which was flickering.
His face was gloomy. He didn't expect Chu Li's palm power to be so strange and fast, as if it had broken through the limitations of time and space and appeared directly in front of him. He could only block it with the body-protecting energy.
Chu Li clapped his hands again.
The golden light falling from the sky turned into a golden palm and hit Jing Santan. The white light flashed to protect him, but he took three steps back again. Wherever he passed, clear footprints appeared on the ground, as if they were branded on the hard ice.
Chu Li smiled: "You are indeed a senior brother."
After he said that, he clapped his palms continuously.
Jing Santan quickly stepped back and then took out his palm, colliding with a golden palm.
"Bang!" Like a muffled thunder, Jing Santan gritted his teeth and took three steps back again.
Chu Li shook his head and continued to strike out with his palms.
Jing Santan disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Chu Li the next moment. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, he trembled and staggered forward, almost bumping into Chu Li.
Chu Li reached out and slapped his chest lightly.
He tried his best to avoid it but couldn't. Just when his old strength had been exhausted and his new strength was yet to be regenerated, he could only watch helplessly as Chu Li's palm hit him.
He flew out upside down and secretly sighed while he was in the air. This was such a wonderful palm. He grasped the junction of old force and new force perfectly. He looked like a fool when he stepped forward.
He never expected that Chu Li's palm technique would be able to break through the void and catch up to him, like a maggot attached to a bone. Moreover, the distance was too close and he could no longer move to avoid it, so he could only hit him in the back forcefully, while he was using his energy to When the back is turned, a slap from the front can do nothing.
What he lost was not only his martial arts prowess, his cultivation level, but also his exquisite moves.
Chu Li sat on the ice pier and watched him fly ten feet away, hit an ice pier and stagger to a stop. He almost sat on the ice pier, but barely managed to stand still.
Blood was already pouring out of the corners of his mouth, staining his front red, and his originally maroon face turned pale.
Chu Li's palm directly broke through his body-protecting Qi, severely injuring him. At this moment, the Kung Fu palm power was still raging in his body. The transformation of yin and yang was unpredictable, and the internal force was unable to do anything with it, constantly injuring his five internal organs. Six Fu organs.
"Senior Brother Jing?" Deng Tianlun hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
Jing Santan waved his hand.
Deng Tianlun could only retract his hand and said worriedly: "Senior Brother Jing, is it okay?"
"I can't die!" Jing San sighed.
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he finished speaking.
Deng Tianlun hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Jing Santan.
Jing Santan waved his hand.
The key now is not the elixir, but the palm power in the body. Chu Li's palm power is too weird and vicious. If this continues, even the elixir will be useless. The elixir is not as effective as the palm power to destroy it.
Deng Tianlun looked at Jing Santan at a loss, watching him spit out a mouthful of blood again.
Sun Mingyue looked at it calmly and shook her head.
Although these super-level masters are super-level, they are very immature and almost vulnerable compared to Chu Li. With their ability, it is ridiculous to provoke Chu Li and bring humiliation on themselves.
She could guess what these guys were thinking.
They must have heard of Chu Li's reputation. Those who were promoted to the super level at such a young age are all arrogant people. They must be unconvinced and feel that Chu Li's killing of the Great Asura must have been a fluke.
As disciples of the Nine Divisions of Tianwaitian, they have the best elixirs, practice extremely advanced mental methods, which are far superior to Chu Li's mental methods, and their qualifications are also extraordinary. They will never be inferior to Chu Li. Under such conditions, how can they Inferior to Chu Li
With this idea, they will never be willing to be inferior to Chu Li easily. Defeating Chu Li is a shortcut to becoming famous.
Chu Li watched calmly as Jing Santan kept vomiting blood.
Jing Santan sat limply on the ice pier, trying his best to use his martial arts to expel Chu Li's palm power. Unfortunately, he was hit hard every time and had to vomit a mouthful of blood. In this moment, he had already vomited four mouthfuls of blood.
Deng Tianlun was at a loss as to what to do, so he turned and glared at Chu Li: "Chu Li, if you really want to kill Senior Brother Jing, our Sanyang Palace swears to kill you!"
Chu Li smiled: "Don't worry, he won't die."
Xue Luoyu said: "What a loud tone. Chu Li is a disciple of my Yushi Palace. How can I allow you, the Sanyang Palace, to kill him at his request?"
"You, the Yushi Palace, still dare to provoke us now?!" Deng Tianlun sneered: "Bai Lutang has failed again. You, the Yushi Palace, are unlikely to succeed, so you should keep your tail between your legs!"
"Junior brother!" Jing San sighed and groaned.
Deng Tianlun hurriedly stopped and asked with concern: "Senior brother, is it okay?"
He knew that Senior Brother Jing must feel sorry for Xue Luoyu and disliked him for scolding Xue Luoyu.
Jing Santan shook his head and spit out another mouthful of blood.
Xue Luoyu turned to look at Chu Li.
Chu Li shook his head and said nothing, looking at the Heavenly Book of Forgetfulness in the distance.
Xue Luoyu took a deep look at Jing Santan, closed his eyes and began to practice his kung fu, and Sun Mingyue also closed his eyes to practice his kung fu.
Zheng Yueming, who was sitting next to Chu Li, smiled broadly and felt extremely happy. Seeing the extremely arrogant Jing Santan so deflated and in pain, he wanted to laugh.
But when he saw Chu Li reading the Heavenly Book of Wangqing, both women closed their eyes, and he also closed his eyes and began to practice his kung fu, but his ears remained perked to listen to what was going on over there with Jing Santan.
After Jing Santan vomited three mouthfuls of blood again, Deng Tianlun became anxious.
He saw that Jing Santan's face was pale and his breath was a little weak. It would be terrible if he continued like this. Senior Brother Jing's visit to the swordplay meeting was in vain. How could he compete with others.
"Chu Li!" Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice.
Chu Li looked at the Heavenly Book of Wangqing and ignored it.