Chu Li laughed a few times, shook his head and said: "Master is not surprised, but how do you know? You are not a master!"
Song Zhifan's face became serious.
Another handsome young man next to him had already had a gloomy face, and now he snorted coldly: "So, you won't agree to return the sword!"
Chu Li nodded: "It's natural. How can I return the sword just because a random person comes and says that the sword belongs to me? If it's so easy, wouldn't the world be peaceful and there will be no more disputes?"
"Excellent, I knew you would be like this!" Lu Jun sneered and stood up: "Then use the solutions of martial arts people. I want to learn your martial arts and see if it is as amazing as what is said outside?!"
Xueling said calmly: "Anyone would fight against the young master, but you are not qualified yet!"
"What a loud tone!" Lu Jun sneered: "It seems you are going to do it for him?"
"If you can pass my test, it's not too late to fight against the young master!" Xueling said calmly.
"Then let's learn!" Lu Jun stepped to the center of the hall, waved his sleeves, and more than a dozen Taishi chairs retreated to make way for the open space in the center.
He stepped on the thick white carpet, cupped his fists and said solemnly: "Remember my name, Lu Jun!"
"Xueling!" Xueling stepped closer to him, as if the soles of her feet were stepping on a wheel, her body was upright and motionless, showing off her extremely skillful Qinggong skills, which made Li Meng's eyes widen with envy on his face.
She most wanted to practice martial arts, but Chu Li refused to teach her any martial arts and only asked her to chant sutras. After only an hour of chanting, she felt like her head was exploding. Reciting sutras would make her sleepy.
"Do it!" Lu Jun snorted.
Xueling was not polite and slapped it with a light palm.
A dark and cold breath instantly arrived in front of Lu Jun.
Lu Jun extended his palm to greet him.
"Bang!" Lu Jun took a step back and looked at Xueling with a frown. He didn't expect that Xueling, who looked weak and not very good at cultivation, could have such pure palm power.
He felt that he hit the ice with his palm, which was hard and pure, and the cold air penetrated from the palm of his hand, trying to penetrate into his body.
He mobilized his internal energy to resolve the palm's strength, and with a solemn look on his face, he realized that he had underestimated Xueling and rushed forward to strike with a palm.
It was like a warm wind blowing in the hall, dispelling the chill caused by Xue Ling's previous palm force.
"Bang bang bang bang..." One of the two palms was as cold as cold, and the other was as warm as the spring breeze. They could not help each other, and they struck more than a hundred palms at a time. The two breaths intertwined in the hall, making the hall become...
Hot and cold.
Lu Jun suddenly changed his moves and suddenly stepped forward to fight Xueling in close combat. He had to rely on his physical strength to overpower Xueling.
"Bang!" The two palms met.
This time it was not a remote attack with palm power, but direct palm contact.
"Bang!" Lu Jun suddenly flew backwards and smashed an imperial chair into pieces.
He fell to the ground and stared at Xueling in surprise, in disbelief.
He thought that this palm could knock Xueling away, but the result was that he was knocked away, which was exactly the opposite.
Xueling Baisheng's small hands were actually as powerful as a bear, catching him off guard and unable to stop him even if he was on guard.
Xueling glanced at him lightly and slid behind Chu Li.
Chu Li looked at Song Zhifan with a smile.
Song Zhifan stood up and left the Grand Master's chair and came to the center of the field: "Mr. Chu, it's our turn!"
Just as Xueling was about to speak, Chu Li waved his hand to stop her and sighed: "Are you trying to grab the Sky-Slaying Sword?"
"We just want to get back the Sky-Slaying Sword." Song Zhifan said: "As for whether to persuade you with good words or to take it by force, it's not up to us, it's up to you."
Chu Li smiled and said: "In that case, let's do it."
He walked slowly to Song Zhifan, smiled and said: "Please——!"
Song Zhifan pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed Chu Li.
Chu Li unsheathed his sword with difficulty and slowly.
Song Zhifan's figure froze, and his expression changed drastically.
The slow and difficult Heaven-Slaying Sword stabbed Song Zhifan's right shoulder.
At first glance, Song Zhifan seemed to deliberately not avoid it, and watched helplessly as the Sky-Slaying Sword stabbed him.
"Leader!" Lu Jun shouted.
Song Zhifan's body trembled, his handsome face flushed, as if he was fighting against an invisible force, staring at the tip of the Sky-Slaying Sword.
"Moo!" Chu Li suddenly shouted.
Song Zhifan trembled again, but did not move again.
Lu Jun rushed towards Chu Li with lightning speed.
Chu Li, however, had already taken two steps back and returned to the Grand Master's chair.
His movements seem to be slow and sluggish, but it is actually an illusion. Everyone has this illusion. In fact, the speed is extremely fast, and it strikes in an instant, but in people's eyes it takes a long time.
This is caused by the power emitted by the Three Heaven-Slaying Styles. This power is so strange and unpredictable that Chu Li has not been able to figure it out. He is using the Heavenly Star Cave Art to deduce insights and want to find the source and cultivation method of this power.
How to use.
"Okay, it is indeed the Sky-Slaying Sword!" Song Zhifan shouted excitedly, covering his shoulders.
Lu Jun also nodded vigorously, staring at the Sky-Slaying Sword on Chu Li's waist with bright eyes.
Chu Li smiled: "Master Song, are you still going to take action?"
"Chu Li, although your swordsmanship is good and your cultivation level is high, you are no match for me." Song Zhifan let go of his hand. The wound on his shoulder was no longer bleeding. He said to Chu Li seriously: "So it's better to be wise. I can still do it."
Save some mercy."
Chu Li laughed: "Come and snatch my sword, I hope you will show mercy. I don't know how noble Mr. Song is!"
"Hmph, you'll never be able to imagine how noble he is!" Lu Jun snorted.
Chu Lidao: "Even if he is the master of the Overlord, he is not as noble as Young Master Song?"
He frowned secretly.
Logically speaking, if Song Zhifan is really the leader of the Immortality Cult, he should not reveal his identity at this time. Although few people in the world know about the Immortality Cult, they are all among the top figures.
Once the Immortality Sect reappears, it will naturally become a piece of fat, unless they have enough strength and can protect themselves, so they dare to appear in broad daylight.
If this is the case, then you cannot be careless.
"Of course!" Lu Jun said proudly.
"Xiao Lu, forget it!" Song Zhifan said.
"Yes!" Lu Jun nodded without hesitation and took a respectful step back.
Chu Li looked at Song Zhifan, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Master Song, let's go, I won't see you off."
"I will come again." Song Zhifan said.
Chu Li said: "I will accompany you at any time."
"Okay!" Song Zhifan looked at him deeply, turned around and left.
Lu Jun glared at Chu Li and sneered: "If you don't know what is good, it won't be just the two of us next time!"
Chu Li frowned, his eyes flashed, and Lu Jun was startled.
Lu Jun immediately became angry from embarrassment, glared at him fiercely, turned around and followed Song Zhifan, strode out of Duke Yiguo's mansion, and walked away.
Li Meng hurriedly said: "You just let them go? Why don't you teach them a lesson?"
Chu Li glanced at her sideways: "How about you go up and teach them a lesson?"
"I haven't practiced martial arts, otherwise I would definitely take action!" Li Meng said hurriedly.
Chu Li shook his head, turned around and walked back.
Xueling followed him to the small courtyard, sat in the small pavilion, and Xueling made tea herself.
When a cup of tea was served, Chu Li took a sip and Xueling sighed: "Master, their origins are very extraordinary?"
She could see Chu Li's fear.
The young master doesn't seem to be so afraid of the masters of the gods, but why is he so afraid of these two people?