Deng Tianlun seemed to have lost his courage. He came behind Jing Santan and put his palms on his back to help him heal his injuries. There was a muffled "bang" sound and he took two steps back, and his palms were opened.
His expression changed drastically, and then he realized what Jing Santan was doing and why he was hurt so badly.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward again, unconvinced and slowly placed his right palm on it. The white light around him flashed, indicating that he had tried his best.
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and he took two steps back. His palms were numb, and his whole body was numb in waves. It took a while before he recovered.
He was secretly shocked by the viciousness and strangeness of this palm power, and knew that he could not help.
"Puff!" Jing Santan vomited two mouthfuls of blood. There was already a large puddle of blood on the ice in front of him, which was shocking.
Deng Tianlun stared at Jing Santan, watching his expression continue to fade and his aura weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and knew that he could not wait any longer.
"Chu Li!" Deng Tianlun shouted in a deep voice.
Sun Mingyue and Xue Luoyu opened their bright eyes, looking at him with two pairs of bright eyes. Zheng Yueming's sarcastic smile also appeared in front of him. He wished he could slap Zheng Yueming half to death with one palm.
Although his face was burning, Deng Tianlun still endured the humiliation and said solemnly: "No one can be killed in the sword discussion!"
Chu Li glanced at him and continued to look at the cliff: "I can't die."
"What do you want to do?" Deng Tianlun said solemnly: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"
Chu Li smiled, shook his head and continued to look at the cliff.
Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's admit defeat!"
"Junior Brother Deng!" Jing Santan gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Don't do anything nonsense. In Sanyang Palace, only those who die with their heads held high will not live with their heads down!"
Deng Tianlun blushed and shouted unwillingly: "Senior Brother Jing!"
Jing San sighed: "I can't die!"
Deng Tianlun turned his head and glared at Chu Li, and said slowly: "What do you want to do before you are willing to take action?"
Chu Li smiled and said, "Just admit defeat."
He waved his sleeve gently, and the invisible palm force reached Jing Santan's body.
Jing Santan felt a lightness all over his body. The strange changes, the alternation of yin and yang, and the unpredictable palm power suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared before. The previous scene seemed to be just his illusion!
He stared at Chu Li in disbelief.
Chu Li said: "Because you are like this, you should practice your martial arts honestly when facing the great Asura."
"What I have given you today will never be forgotten!" Jing Santan said slowly, holding his fists in his hands.
Chu Li shook his head with a smile and continued to read the Heavenly Book of Wangqing.
"Senior brother." Deng Tianlun handed over the porcelain vase.
Jing Santan shook his head, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out the red pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly, the hot breath flowed, and in the blink of an eye, it circulated around the internal organs, and the injury was relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief and finally came to life.
Chu Li said that it would not kill him, but he knew that if he really held on to the end, his martial arts would be wasted and even his roots would be damaged. By then, it would be difficult for him to reach the peak if he practiced again, and he would not be able to reach his current state.
Just thinking about it makes me feel a little nervous, this Chu Li is really vicious!
"Let's go!" Jing Santan stood up and said calmly.
"Senior brother?" Deng Tianlun was surprised.
Jing Santan glanced at Chu Li and hummed: "Are you going to humiliate yourself by staying?"
Deng Tianlun said helplessly: "We have to look at the experts from other sects."
"Then you can stay." Jing Santan said calmly: "Take a good look and don't offend anyone!"
Jing Santan looked at Xue Luoyu, but Xue Luoyu had already closed her bright eyes.
Jing San sighed long and long, cupped his fists and saluted, "Miss Xue, I'll take my leave and go ahead."
Xue Luoyu opened her bright eyes and said calmly: "Please."
Jing Santan squinted his eyes and glanced at Chu Li again, jumped up with fists in his hands, and disappeared like a flash of light, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Xue Luoyu sighed: "Chu Li, you have made a deadly enemy."
"It depends on his ability." Chu Li smiled disapprovingly.
He has had many mortal enemies and has yet to take revenge. Although Jing Santan is strong, he is not a threat. Although his look before leaving was full of resentment and deep-seated hatred, it was difficult to disturb his heart.
Deng Tianlun hummed: "Chu Li, don't underestimate Senior Brother Jing, he will definitely come back with revenge!"
Chu Li glanced at him and said lightly: "Either go, or shut up!"
Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth and groaned, closed his mouth and sat on the ice pier aside, more than ten meters away from Chu Li.
He was resentful, but he did not leave Chu Li and his group. Instead, he sat together and did not go near the sixteen young people.
In his opinion, no matter how hard the people of the Nine Tribes fight, the Nine Tribes are still the Nine Tribes, and they are one step higher than the other sects. Sitting with those guys is a waste of humiliation, and they still have to sit here.
Zheng Yueming glared at him and ignored him.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Sun Mingyue and Xue Luoyu closed their eyes slightly, looking up at the cliff from time to time, and they were also reading the Book of Forgetting Love casually, doing so without doing anything, not paying much attention.
It is said that enlightenment can best be achieved in this state. The more diligent you are, the harder it is to achieve success.
Chu Li, however, was concentrating on the deduction and needed to keep looking at it. Once his eyes left, the Book of Forgetting Love in his mind also disappeared and could not be observed. This made him value the Book of Forgetting Love more and more.
He has been thinking of ways to allow Xiao Qi and the others to enter Tianwaitian.
They don't have to come up, but they can come up if they want to. This is the ideal situation.
Although they are busy dealing with government affairs, he still wants them to come up and accompany him. It is not convenient for him to go back at any time now. After all, there is Tianmen across the road. He has to go in and out of Tianmen every time, and his whereabouts are known by others.
Time flies by, and a day passes by unconsciously.
In the early morning, Wangqing Cliff was getting colder and colder, and it felt even worse when sitting on the ice pier. However, they all had Gang Qi protecting their bodies, so they were protected from cold and heat. Even though they were breathing white air in their mouths, there was still no movement.
Chu Li kept staring at the Heavenly Book of Forgetfulness, his face was calm, his eyes were peaceful, and he felt tired even though his soul power was strong.
He was struggling to deduce it endlessly, and it became increasingly difficult to deduce the Heavenly Book of Oblivion. It seemed that there was an invisible force resisting it, making it impossible for him to deduce the Heavenly Star Cave Art.
He couldn't help but frown and thought, feeling that something was not right.
It stands to reason that the disciples of the Taiqing Sect do not have the ability to deduce heavenly secrets. They are the secrets of Shaotian Tower, otherwise Shaotian Tower would not have such a status.
It’s really strange that a disciple of the Taiqing Sect could understand the Heavenly Book of Forgetfulness even though he didn’t have the ability to deduce heavenly secrets. How did he break the resistance of this invisible force?
He suddenly said: "Ninth Princess, how old was the founder of Wangqingya when he founded Wangqingya?"
Xue Luoyu opened her bright eyes, thought for a while and said, "I think she is in her forties."
Chu Li said: "Why can he understand the Heavenly Book of Forgetting Love?"
Xue Luoyu shook his head: "I'm afraid this is the secret of Wangqingya. Most disciples don't know it."
Chu Li nodded slowly. Could it be that he really had to be depressed to connect with the invisible power and understand the Book of Forgetfulness?
Two Wangqingya disciples appeared in the sky again, followed by a young man with an imposing manner, wearing a green shirt and wearing a long sword at his waist.
Chu Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could tell at a glance the identity of this young man, a disciple of Wanjian City!