Chapter 2022 Immature (a More)

Chu Li's spirit lifted.

Could it be that Jing Santan still has some entanglements with Xue Luoyu?

Xue Luoyu glanced at Jing Santan lightly, then turned to look elsewhere.

"Miss Xue, are you safe?" Jing San sighed with bitterness in his voice.

Xue Luoyu said: "Young Master Jing, have we only met once?"

She could see the light in the eyes of Chu Li and Sun Mingyue, and felt helpless.

Jing Santan shook his head: "Miss Xue still has the same demeanor, really gratifying."

Xue Luoyu said: "Thank you."

Only then did Jing Santan's eyes fall on Chu Li, and the slightly squinted eyes gradually opened, the eyes were burning brightly as if with high temperature, burning Chu Li like a substance: "Are you Chu Li from the lower realm?"

Chu Li said: "Who are you?"

"Jing Santan of Sanyang Palace!" Jing Santan said slowly, "I've heard of your name, the number one expert in the lower realm!"

Chu Li smiled.

Jing Santan looked at Deng Tianlun: "Are they bullying you because of the number of people?"

Chu Li looked at Deng Tianlun with a smile.

Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth, feeling his face was hot, but he couldn't let go of such a rare opportunity to teach Chu Li a lesson, and 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, but I have to learn a thing or two."

Chu Li smiled: "Are you going to stand up for Deng Tianlun?"

Jing Santan raised his head, and said slowly: "Senior brother, how can you allow your brother to be bullied, Chu Li, let's do it."

Chu Li said: "If this is the case, then you will be offended!"

After he said that, he clapped his palm.

A golden light descended from the sky, turned into a golden palm and appeared on Jing Santan's chest, almost touching his chest, not giving him a chance to dodge.

"Bang!" Jing Santan took a step back, his body was covered with a layer of white light, which was flickering non-stop.

His face was gloomy. He didn't expect Chu Li's palm strength to be so strange and fast, as if breaking through the limitations of time and space, appearing directly in front of him, and he could only use his body-protecting qi to catch it.

Chu Li clapped his hands again.

The golden light that descended from the sky turned into golden palms and hit Jing Santan. The white light flickered to protect him, but he stepped back three steps again. Wherever he passed, there were clear footprints on the hard ice on the ground, as if they were branded on the hard ice.

Chu Li smiled: "As expected, you are a senior brother."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his palms continuously.

Jing Santan retreated suddenly and then extended his palm, colliding with a golden palm.

"Bang!" Like thunder, Jing Santan gritted his teeth and took another three steps back.

Chu Li shook his head, palming continuously.

Jing Santan disappeared in place, and appeared behind Chu Li the next moment. He trembled when he was about to reach out, and staggered a step forward, almost bumping into Chu Li.

Chu Li stretched out his hand and patted his chest lightly.

He tried his best to avoid it, but he couldn't do it. It was just when the old strength had exhausted the new strength, and he could only watch Chu Li's palm hit.

He flew upside down and sighed inwardly in the air. It was a wonderful palm that grasped the junction of old force and new force perfectly, and he looked like a fool.

Never thought that Chu Li's palm technique could break through the void and chase him, like a maggot attached to a bone, and the distance was too close to move away, so he could only forcefully hit him on the back, taking advantage of his own luck to catch him. At the time of the back, a slap from the front is powerless.

What I lost was not only the excellence of martial arts, the depth of my cultivation, but also the subtlety of my moves.

Chu Li sat on the ice pier and watched him fly ten feet away, hit an ice pier and staggered to a stop, almost sat on the ice pier, but managed to stand still.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, staining his front skirt red, and his face that was originally maroon turned pale.

Chu Li's palm directly broke his protective qi, and severely injured him. At this moment, the kung fu palm force is still raging in the body, the transformation of yin and yang is unpredictable, and the internal force can't do anything with it. Six internal organs.

"Senior brother Jing?" Deng Tianlun hurried forward, trying to support him.

Jing San sighed and waved his hands.

Deng Tianlun could only withdraw his hand and said worriedly: "Senior brother Jing, is it alright?"

"I can't die!" Jing San sighed.

"Pfft!" He spit out another mouthful of blood at the end of his voice.

Deng Tianlun hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Jing Santan.

Jing Santan waved his hands.

The key now is not the elixir, but the palm strength in the body. Chu Li's palm strength is too weird and vicious. Even if it goes on like this, it will be useless even if there is a elixir.

Deng Tianlun looked at Jing Santan a little at a loss, and watched him spit out blood again.

Sun Mingyue looked at it calmly and shook her head.

Although these super-level masters are super-level, they are very immature compared to Chu Li, and they are almost vulnerable. It is ridiculous that they want to provoke Chu Li with their abilities.

She could guess what these guys were thinking.

They must have heard of Chu Li's reputation. Those who were promoted to the super rank at such a young age are all arrogant people. They must be unconvinced, thinking that Chu Li's killing of the great Asura must have been a fluke.

As disciples of the Nine Divisions of the Heaven and Earth, they have the best elixir, they have cultivated extremely sharp mental techniques, far surpassing Chu Li's mental techniques, and their aptitude is also extraordinary, and they will never be inferior to Chu Li. Inferior to Chu Li?

With this thought in mind, they will never be willing to be under Chu Li easily, and defeating Chu Li is a shortcut to becoming famous.

Chu Li watched Jing Santan calmly vomiting blood.

Jing Santan sat limply on the ice pier, trying his best to drive away Chu Li's palm force, but every time he got a serious injury, he had to vomit blood, and he had already vomited four mouthfuls of blood.

Deng Tianlun was at a loss as to what to do, he turned his head and glared at Chu Li: "Chu Li, 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: "It's a big tone, Chu Li is my disciple of the Yushi Palace, how can you allow Sanyang Palace to kill you?"

"Your Rain Master Hall still dare to provoke us now?!" Deng Tianlun sneered and said, "Bailu Hall has fallen again, and your Rain Master Hall is hard to come by, so you should be honest and keep your tail between your legs!"

"Junior Brother!" Jing San sighed and snorted.

Deng Tianlun quickly shut up, and asked with concern: "Brother, is it all right?"

He knew that Senior Brother Jing must feel sorry for Xue Luoyu, and he thought he was scolding Xue Luoyu.

Jing Santan shook his head and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Xue Luoyu turned to look at Chu Li.

Chu Li shook his head and remained silent, looking at the Wangqing Tianshu in the distance.

Xue Luoyu took a deep look at Jing Santan, closed his eyes and began to exercise, and Sun Mingyue also closed his eyes to practice.

Zheng Yueming, who was sitting next to Chu Li, was all smiles, feeling extremely happy. Seeing the arrogant Jing Santan so devastated and in such pain, he wished he could laugh out loud.

But seeing Chu Li reading Wangqing Tianshu, both women closed their eyes, and he also closed his eyes and began to exercise, but his ears were always upright listening to Jing Santan's movement.

After Jing Santan spit out three mouthfuls of blood again, Deng Tianlun became anxious.

He saw that Jing Santan's face turned pale, and his breath became weaker. If this continues, it will be a disaster. Brother Jing's Sword Discussion Meeting is also for nothing, so how can he compete with others.

"Chu Li!" Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice.

Chu Li looked at Wangqing Tianshu and ignored it.