"Then there's nothing to say, just kill him." Lu Yurong said.
Chu Li said: "Allow me to ask a few questions before killing you."
"Ask quickly, so as not to cause trouble." Lu Yurong said.
He was afraid that if the other party had help, it would be more troublesome if he delayed for a long time. If he failed to pursue him, he would be chased instead, which would be too annoying.
The two of them floated down the treetops.
The three people in the small pavilion noticed something was wrong, put down their dry food and dried meat, and looked over.
Chu Li and Lu Yurong floated down to the steps of the small pavilion and looked at the three of them.
"Who are you?" The chubby middle-aged man stood up, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice: "If you are friends traveling the same way, you can sit down and chat together!"
Chu Li shook his head: "We are not on the same journey,...you killed Zhou Yuanwailang, right?"
"You are from the Secret Guard Mansion!" The chubby middle-aged man smiled.
The other two also smiled, another one was going to die!
Another handsome middle-aged man also stood up, while the young man in a scholar's shirt still sat steadily, looking very impressive.
Junyi, a middle-aged man, chuckled and said, "You really can't underestimate the Secret Guard Mansion. One wave after another, it finally got a little more interesting!"
"Did you hurt the three people before?" Chu Li said.
"Those three guys are too useless." Junyi, a middle-aged man, said with a smile: "The skill of escaping is very good. We are too lazy to chase. Otherwise, who would have tipped us off and come here to die?"
"Have you Guangming Holy Sect obtained the lower part of the Great Guangming Sutra?" Chu Li said.
The expressions of the three people changed slightly.
They looked at each other and their expressions became solemn.
This was a foolproof strategy, enough to confuse everyone, but unexpectedly it was seen through!
Junyi, a middle-aged man, shook his head and sighed: "You are really looking for death, why do you need to say it out loud! ...Who knows?"
Chu Li said: "Don't worry, it's just the two of us!"
"Alas... Such a beauty as beautiful as a flower!" The handsome middle-aged man looked at Lu Yurong, his eyes were shining, and he shook his head: "It's the time to be like a flower. What a pity! What a pity!"
"Old He!" the young man in Confucian shirt said solemnly.
"I understand!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, nodded: "I won't delay the business, I'm just saying that you should kill him or you must kill him!"
Chu Li said: "Is there another group of people carrying the Great Light Sutra?"
"You know quite a lot!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, laughed: "The more you know, the faster you will die!"
Chu Li said calmly: "Where are they?"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, looked at him with a smile: "Why, you want to get the Great Light Sutra?... Boy, it's too late. The Great Light Sutra has returned to the Holy Religion. The return of my Holy Religion is just around the corner, but you can't see it!"
Lu Yurong hummed: "I don't think you may have gone back?"
The handsome middle-aged man smiled and said, "What do you think, girl?"
Lu Yurong said: "They should still be on the way, otherwise you don't have to stay, just run away!"
"Haha..." Junyi, a middle-aged man, shook his head and said: "Cleverness leads to cleverness. We are not staying here to attract attention, but just for fun. After meeting the masters of the Secret Guard House for a while, we were disappointed. These idiots are still famous.
Secret Guard Mansion?"
Lu Yurong glanced at Chu Li.
Chu Li coughed lightly and said, "Let's send you on your way!"
He turned to Lu Yurong and said, "They don't know the whereabouts of the Great Light Sutra either."
"Fart." Junyi, a middle-aged man, snorted: "Of course we know, come on, come here and die!...I can't bear to lay hands on that beautiful woman like a flower. Come on, Old Sun!"
"...Leave it to me!" The chubby middle-aged man nodded slowly.
Chu Li said in a deep voice: "Why do you want to kill Zhou Yuanwai Lang?"
"Because he knows something he shouldn't know!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, snorted.
"Okay, Lao He, stop talking nonsense!" the young man in Confucian shirt said calmly.
Although his speech was not clear, he had an air of majesty that made the two middle-aged people obey solemnly: "Yes!"
They pounced on Chu Li and Lu Yurong.
Chu Li was about to take the opportunity to sharpen his Shura Palm.
He greeted the middle-aged Junyi like a ghost. Halfway through Junyi's punch, the Shura Palm had already arrived, so he could only change his moves midway and meet the Shura Palm.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the handsome middle-aged man staggered back two steps.
His face turned red and he stared at Chu Li.
Chu Li's physical body was powerful, and his Shura Palm was extremely pure, reaching the Yin to the Cold. Together, the two were so powerful that the handsome middle-aged man couldn't even receive a single palm, so he took two steps back.
The young man in scholar's shirt had been sitting steadily. Seeing this, he just frowned: "Old He, don't be careless!"
"Yes!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, said in a deep voice.
His face turned red, and the momentum around him suddenly surged like a huge wave, and he performed a secret technique.
Chu Li did not use the Heavenly Demon Technique and only used Shura Palm to greet him.
Junyi, a middle-aged man who was a bit thinner in stature, was extremely powerful and extremely fast. He immediately suppressed Chu Li and forced Chu Li to retreat further and further away from the small pavilion.
Chu Li was neither impatient nor impatient. He retreated and fought at the same time, focusing only on Shura Palm.
This is a good opportunity to practice Shura Palm. Under pressure, Shura Palm advances by leaps and bounds, and the initial retreat slowly stabilizes.
His great round mirror reflected on Lu Yurong with wisdom.
Lu Yurong suppressed the chubby middle-aged man and gained the upper hand.
The round-faced middle-aged man had already used his secret technique, but Lu Yurong didn't use it. Even so, he couldn't suppress Lu Yurong, and was forced back by Lu Yurong, almost retreating to the young man in scholar's shirt.
The young man in scholar's shirt frowned and stared at Lu Yurong.
They originally thought that Daji Secret Guard Mansion was nothing more than that, without any top experts.
Among the three people who came earlier, one was a top expert, and the other two were just ordinary people. They were quickly beaten until they vomited blood and were almost disabled.
The man and woman in front of him are even younger than himself, but their martial arts are so powerful. As expected, the martial arts in Daji should not be underestimated.
"Bang!" The young man in scholar's shirt suddenly struck out with his palm, and it bounced away from Lu Yurong's jade palm a few inches away. The two of them took a step back.
"You have some skills!" Lu Yurong said coldly.
The young man without a scholar's shirt was struck to death by Lu Yurong's palm, as was the round-faced middle-aged man.
This young man in Confucian robes has unusually strong palm power and is extremely skilled. He can be described as a top master.
"Come again!" Lu Yurong appeared behind the round-faced middle-aged man and wanted to kill him.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The young man in scholar's shirt stood in front of her again, and the two of them kept hitting each other with their palms, from inside the small pavilion to outside the small pavilion.
Chu Li took a look and continued to hone his Shura Palm.
The young man in Confucian shirt is the branch leader of the Guangming Holy Sect. He is young but has top-notch cultivation.
After a few palms, Lu Yurong's face suddenly became crystal clear.
A ray of light from the sky fell on her, and her body quickly absorbed it. Her face and skin turned into warm white jade, her eyes gradually became colder, and she lost all her joy and anger, and looked down at the life in the world.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the young man in scholar's shirt received a slap on the chest and flew out.
He sprayed a bloody arrow in the air, and then his face turned red, and his Confucian shirt rustled as if in a strong wind.
When he was about to fall, he paused.
As if a rope pulled him hard, he suddenly turned back and swooped towards Lu Yurong like an eagle.
"Bang!" Lu Yurong and the young man in Confucian shirts met their palms again and stepped back at the same time, making it difficult to tell who was up and down.
Both of them used secret techniques to fight to a draw again.
The round-faced middle-aged man pounced on Chu Li.