"Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about?" Yue Ru stamped her feet, her face flushed.
Chu Li said: "It doesn't matter, he can't hear it."
Yue Ru said angrily: "It's nothing, don't talk nonsense!"
Chu Li smiled and nodded: "I won't say anything, but you should understand what Senior Bai will do if he knows about it."
Yue Rudai frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.
"Senior Bai will never look down on this kind of guy." Chu Li pointed at Lu Xiaofeng, shook his head and said: "With gold and jade on the outside, but failure on the inside, how can he be worthy of Miss Yueru, this is what Senior Bai thinks.
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"How can I be so good!" Yue Ru shook her head and said, "Besides, Mr. Lu is not that bad either. He is the number one young master of Chiyang Sect and has a bright future."
"Okay, that's up to you." Chu Li said: "Today is for your sake, otherwise, this Mr. Lu would not want to survive. I have never been soft on my enemies, just like that guy!"
He pointed at Old Huang who was motionless.
Lao Huang's life was gone and his body began to stiffen.
Chu Li had long disliked him. He had taken the lives of many innocent people and deserved to die a long time ago. Since he was in his own hands, there was no reason to spare him.
"Is he dead?" Yueru's face changed slightly.
Chu Li nodded: "Do you think I will let him live?"
"Mr. Zhao..." Yueru said dissatisfied: "I just scolded you a few words, and my words were a little damaged, so I won't kill him, right?"
"It's up to me to kill or not." Chu Li said lightly: "You can check the lives on his hands and you will know whether he should die or not!"
Yueru hesitated for a moment and looked at him doubtfully.
Chu Li pointed at his eyes and said: "My eyes are very accurate in seeing people. He is a heinous person. If you kill him, you will do justice to heaven!"
Yue Ru shook his head.
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood.
Chu Li curled his lips and said: "He is really weak, do you want to help him? Don't really beat him to death, you will blame me for the rest of your life."
No woman would be attracted to his appearance, and it would be useless no matter how strong his martial arts were. He used this appearance in the first place to reduce entanglements with the people around him.
At this moment, he felt a little uncomfortable. No matter how much he said that a beautiful woman ignored him and had her heart set on another man, he would not feel comfortable.
"Let him do it by himself." Yueru said hurriedly.
Chu Li said: "You take good care of his self-esteem."
Yueru said hurriedly: "No way, I don't think there's anything to do. Since you've been beaten, let's beat him. There's no need to save him."
Chu Li said with a smile: "Then I really can't help him. He can't be cured with his own abilities. The Great Bright Divine Fist is not an ordinary boxing technique. Once the fist force cannot be suppressed, the injury will become more and more serious."
"...No need." Yueru said slowly.
Chu Li pretended not to see her hesitation, and felt very happy. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll go up first, and you can take good care of him."
He said, pushed up the lamp, stood up, and went straight away.
Yue Rupan sent him away with a gift, returned to the house, and checked the breath of Old Huang, and found that he was indeed dead.
She probed Lu Xiaofeng again.
At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng's face was as pale as paper, his breathing was short, and his injuries were getting worse.
It seems that Zhao Dahe did not exaggerate. The power of the Great Light Divine Fist is so powerful that Mr. Lu cannot handle it, and his injuries will become more and more serious.
Thinking of this, she took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out two mortal pills and stuffed them into Lu Xiaofeng's mouth, and whispered: "Master Lu, do you want me to help you?"
Lu Xiaofeng shook his head gently.
Yue Ru took a step back and sat at the table, watching Lu Xiaofeng cross-legged and perform his kung fu. White steam was steaming from the top of his head, and after a while the kung fu became as thick as smoke.
After a while, the thick fog above Lu Xiaofeng slowly dissipated. His face was still as pale as paper, covered with a layer of green air, and his injuries were a bit more serious.
Yue Ru frowned and clutched her sleeves tightly. Her elixir had no effect. She no longer cared about Lu Xiaofeng's thoughts and sat cross-legged behind him, pressing her palms on his vest.
A misty internal force entered his body, and the originally burning flames suddenly swelled. All the internal energy rushed into the flames and was burned by the flames, strengthening the flames themselves.
Yue Ru was astonished, this ball of flames was so pure that there was no threat to her when using her internal energy, but instead became the nourishment for its growth. With such a difficult punch, no wonder Lu Xiaofeng suffered such a big loss.
She slowly withdrew her inner strength and did not dare to help anymore. She would be doing a disservice.
"Poof!" Lu Xiaofeng spat out another mouthful of blood, which was black and smelly.
Yueru wanted to ask Master, but knew that Master would never help.
"Mr. Lu," Yueru whispered, "I'll ask Mr. Zhao for help."
Lu Xiaofeng opened his eyes with difficulty, wiped the corners of his mouth, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it clean, then straightened up his appearance, gritted his teeth and got up, swaying: "I will never let him help, I will take the first step!
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"Is it okay?" Yueru held her hands up and said worriedly, "I'll find someone to take you back."
"No need." Lu Xiaofeng looked down at Lao Huang and sighed: "I will find someone to come and pick him up. Miss Yueru, I'm offended."
Yueru shook her head: "You blame me for this, I shouldn't have let you meet."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled self-deprecatingly. He was full of confidence and was very unconvinced by Zhao Dahe, but now he found that his eyesight was too shallow.
Chu Li's punch made him know what it means to have deep cultivation and what it means to be out of reach.
He staggered out of Fengxian Tower and returned to Lieyang Hall with difficulty.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall, someone noticed that his expression was not right and hurriedly came over to help him.
He tried his best to support himself and came back, but he reached his limit and only whispered: "Send me to Master."
He fell unconscious instantly.
Everyone hurriedly sent him to Zhang Junrui's yard.
Zhang Junrui was dressed in a green shirt and was sitting in the courtyard, drinking and drinking. The moonlight was like water, and he was leisurely and contented.
Hearing footsteps and knocking on the door outside, he shouted: "Come in!"
Four people carried Lu Xiaofeng in.
Zhang Junrui frowned and came closer, checked Lu Xiaofeng's pulse, and hummed: "You guys, please step back and leave it to me!"
"Yes." Everyone responded, feeling his anger, and cautiously exited.
Zhang Junrui carried him to the couch in the house, straightened him up and sat behind him, and used Qigong to help him heal his injuries.
In the early morning of the next day, the bright sunshine shone on the window paper, and the interior of the house was reflected brightly and softly.
Zhang Junrui let go of his hands and looked gloomy.
The power of this Great Light Divine Fist is extremely difficult to control.
Chu Li's Great Light Divine Fist is even more difficult to deal with. It incorporates a trace of the characteristics of the Jueyun Divine Skill, swallowing and strengthening itself. Unless the opponent has an overwhelming advantage and suppresses it like a mountain, otherwise it will rise and fall, and it will become stronger and stronger.
It took Zhang Junrui a whole night to suppress the power of the Great Light Divine Fist, but he could not completely dispel it. It was a hidden danger that remained in his body. Once he faced the owner of this Great Light Divine Fist, he would be in danger.
His face was extremely gloomy, and he stared at Lu Xiaofeng, waiting for him to wake up.