"It's just a piece of land, it's just rubbish." Chu Yiliu looked at the pale-faced Zhao Jun and said calmly.
Even the spiritual pulse ball cannot measure his spiritual veins. How strong is his spiritual veins! Such arrogant words are absolutely arrogant when spoken by someone, but when they come out of Chu Yiliu's mouth, they are somewhat humble.
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"Impossible!" Father Zhao shouted sternly. Everyone saw that he was climbing up towards the high platform, pointing at Chu Yiyi, with scarlet eyes, and shouted: "Little beast, you must be cheating."
For so many years, all of Chu's cultivation resources have been taken away by his father and son. How could he conceive and cultivate such a powerful spiritual vein? It must be a fake! Others are doubtful, but Zhao's father definitely doesn't believe it, because Chu Yiyi's embarrassing situation is all.
It was given by him.
Zhao Jun was defeated by Mo Ji, and Chu Yiliu showed his astonishing talent...
How is this possible! Father Zhao pointed at Chu Yiliu with trembling hands, wanting to tear him to pieces on the spot.
Chu Yiyi's face darkened slightly, he glanced at Zhao's father, and said coldly: "How brave, a mere servant dares to talk to his master like this?"
The evil servant father and son have been deceiving their master for many years, and yet they dare to act wildly in front of everyone.
The expression of the silver-robed elder changed slightly, and he vaguely felt something was wrong. This was not like the tone of a servant speaking to his master.
At this time, Zhao Jun struggled to get up from the ground and glared at Chu Yiliu. The good-for-nothing master he had always looked down on actually slapped him in the face in front of everyone. How could Zhao Jun accept it?
"That's enough!" He shouted and roared: "Chu Yiliu, since what you said is true, you might as well let me see how strong you are."
As he spoke, his four spiritual powers condensed on his fists, and he punched Chu Yiliu with a ferocious expression, leaving no room for mercy.
Mo Ji let out a low growl, stepped forward, and punched Zhao Jun again, sending him flying to the ground like a dead dog.
"You're not worthy of me taking action." Chu Yiliu said calmly.
"What a loud tone." The purple-shirted disciple Zheng Feng stepped forward and looked at Chu Yiliu coldly, with a serious look on his face.
He had already received a gift from the Zhao family and his son, so naturally he wanted to do something for them.
"Tell me, what on earth are you playing?" Zheng Feng's eyes widened angrily, he pointed at Chu Yiliu and yelled, an aggressive aura exuded, which looked a bit scary. The white-robed disciples on the side retreated to the side one after another.
Sideways.
There was a noise in the audience, and everyone started talking quietly.
"It's over, this kid has angered the purple-shirted disciples in the academy." Someone said softly, giving Chu Yiyi a sympathetic look.
"That's right. It's too confusing to offend the purple-shirted disciples before you even enter the palace." Someone sighed and shook his head.
You must know that these purple-shirted disciples are all superior to others in the academy, and it is too late for ordinary people to please them.
Zheng Feng scolded Chu Yiliu indiscriminately. The Ni Bodhisattva was still angry, let alone Chu Yiliu.
Chu Yiliu glanced at him indifferently and said in a deep voice: "What does it have to do with you if I teach my slave a lesson? You should have nothing to do with this matter."
"My servant?" Zheng Feng's face darkened. Very few people of his generation dared to speak to him like this. His voice suddenly became serious and he said sternly: "Zhao Jun is already a member of my Canghai Academy. As a senior brother, I naturally want to
Stand up for him!"
"Then I hope you have the ability to stand out." Chu Yiliu said calmly.
There are always some people who are self-righteous, think they are great, and look down on others.
"You..." Zheng Feng's voice suddenly became shrill and shrill, and his spiritual energy circled around him.
"Senior brother, I'm sorry to trouble you to take action on this trivial matter, leave it to us." Immediately, some disciples in white robes came forward. Normally, they would never have a chance to curry favor with Zheng Feng. How could they give up now that they have such a good opportunity?
A white-robed disciple stepped forward and stared at Chu Yiliu with a serious look.
"Kneel down and apologize to Senior Brother Zheng, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!" His voice was cold and stern, and he looked at Chu Yiliu with contempt.
In Canghai City, the disciples of Canghai Academy are superior to others and are not taken seriously by their peers. Therefore, the disciples in white robes have the confidence to speak like this.
It doesn’t matter if you have great talent, you have to bow your head when you should bow your head.
Mo Ji shouted angrily and almost wanted to rush out.
The white-robed disciple's expression darkened. Since he dared to stand up, he was ready to deal with Mo Ji. He thought that Mo Ji was Chu Yiliu's backer, and if he beat Mo Ji, Chu Yiliu would naturally surrender.
However, Mo Ji was stopped.
He was stopped by Chu Yiliu.
"You don't need to do this, let me do it." Chu Yiliu said calmly.
He took a step forward. In comparison, his momentum was a bit weaker than Mo Ji's. If he hadn't exploded a spiritual ball before, he might have been a little inconspicuous.
"Oh?" The white-robed disciple chuckled and said sarcastically: "I thought you would be so scared that you hid behind that big guy. I didn't expect you would dare to stand up and die."
He wears hunting robes and takes one step forward, full of momentum.
"As expected of a disciple of Canghai Academy." Someone in the audience praised him.
Father Zhao's shy and angry face showed a look of pride inadvertently, and he sneered in his heart: Little beast, even if you have a peerless talent, if you dare to go against the disciples of Canghai Academy, you are still seeking death!
Everyone's eyes fell on the field, and almost no one thought highly of Chu Yiliu.
"Death?" Chu Yiliu shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you're not worthy of it!"
Two strands of spiritual power swirled up in his hand, while the white-robed disciple opposite him sneered, and five strands of spiritual power roared in his hand.
The second level of Qi Condensation versus the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Where did the courage come from? Everyone looked at Chu Yiliu with pity.
The white-robed disciple moved.
"The secret book of the lower-level Huang rank - Stone Fist!" He roared angrily, and five rays of spiritual power circled around his fist, emitting a ghostly light that was extremely shining.
A look of pride appeared on his face, and this punch was enough to knock off all of Chu Yiliu's front teeth.
Chu Yiliu raised his brows slightly, staying the same to cope with all changes. When the white-robed disciple punched him, his eyes burned brightly, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile.
"Is this the level of Canghai Academy? I'm a little disappointed." He sighed softly and shook his head.
The proud look on the white-robed disciple's face instantly turned into shame and anger.
When all the Canghai Academy disciples heard the sound, they were all furious and said sternly: "What a loud tone. Senior Brother Zeng will teach him a lesson and let this kid know how powerful he is."
Bang...
There was a muffled grunt, the sound of a punch hitting the flesh, which sounded a little numb.
"Ah! My belly." The white-robed disciple suddenly screamed and squatted on the ground holding his belly, curling up into a ball. A large amount of sweat rolled down his forehead.
But Chu Yiliu still maintained his stance of punching.
Apparently, the gravel fist did not touch the hem of Chu Yiliu's clothes, but the white-robed disciple was taught a lesson by Chu Yiliu.
"Oh my god, how is that possible?" someone exclaimed.
The disciples of Canghai Academy represent the strongest among their peers in Canghai City, and now the white-robed disciple was punched to the ground by Chu Yiliu.
It seems that what Chu Yiyi said before was not alarmist, he really did it.
In the audience, the eyes of everyone looking at Chu Yiliu changed from disdain and contempt to awe and confusion.
The sneers on the faces of Zhao and his father instantly froze. Chu Yiliu defeated the Canghai Academy disciples so easily?
Zheng Feng's pupils shrank slightly. The speed of Chu Yiyi's punch just now was so fast that even he could only see an afterimage. He felt a little annoyed and said coldly: "It's a good trick, but I underestimated you.
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Chu Yiyi glanced at Zheng Feng and said, "Senior Brother Zheng will probably not interfere in the private affairs of our Chu family now."
"Private matters?" Zheng Feng sneered and looked at Chu Yiliu with an unkind look. He was extremely greedy and stingy. Chu Yiliu contradicted him in full view of the public, which undoubtedly touched his inverse scale. How could he let him go so easily!
"With me here today, I want to see what you can do to Junior Brother Zhao?" As he spoke, he glanced at the silver-robed elder behind him, but the elder did not speak.
Zheng Feng knew in his heart that the silver-robed elder was giving face to his master, who was the head of the golden-robed academy! Now, the reason why he acted for Zhao Jun was not just because of the gift, but because of his face.
Chu Yiliu frowned and thought to himself: There is something wrong with this guy. He insists on interfering in the private affairs of my Chu family?
"What do you want?" Chu Yiliu asked calmly.
Zheng Feng glanced at Chu Yiyi coldly and said, "Aren't you extremely talented? As long as you can catch my three moves, I won't ask anything about it. If you can't, you have to kneel down and give it to Junior Brother Zeng and Junior Brother Zhao."
Apologize!"
Junior Brother Zeng is the person who was knocked to the ground by Chu Yiliu just now.
And Junior Brother Zhao is Zhao Jun.
Let the master kneel down to the evil servant! How will Chu Yiyi's face be saved in the future? The Chu family of the glorious family will also be disgraced because of this.
"Only three moves?" Chu Yiliu's voice was slightly cold.
"Yes, just three moves!" Zheng Feng sneered. With his strength, one move would be enough to deal with the second level Qi Condensation monks. He was just on the safe side.
Chu Yiyi glanced at him and asked, "What if you lose?"
lose?
The white-robed disciples all around had sneers on their faces. Is this guy crazy? Senior Brother Zheng Feng is a disciple of the Head Academy. Will he lose to him?
"Madman, a madman who overestimates his abilities!" A disciple in white robe sneered.
"Losing?" Zheng Feng glanced at Chu Yiyi with disdain and sneered: "I'm just going to block my three moves with you?"
The disdain in his eyes became more and more intense. So what if Chu Yiliu could defeat the white-robed disciple with one punch? He could do the same, and it was easier.
"However, in order to make you feel at ease when you lose, I promise you. This bottle of sixth-grade Qi Gathering Pill is yours!" Zheng Feng shook the jade bottle in his hand.
Sixth Grade Qi Gathering Pill!
The eyes of the white-robed disciples all around showed a scorching light. You must know that only the top few among the purple-robed disciples and white-robed disciples can obtain the sixth-grade Qi Gathering Pill, and it is expensive.
Chu Yiliu glanced at the bottle of Qi Gathering Pill, nodded and said: "For the sake of the pill, I will promise you."
What?
This guy still dares to challenge!
Zheng Feng is a high-level monk in the eighth level of Qi Condensation! With the power of three moves, he can defeat even a white-robed disciple, let alone a disciple like Chu Yiliu who has not yet started.