Emperor of Nine Suns

The air in the entire mission hall condensed, and the confrontation between the Yin Leng disciples and Chu Chen made everyone feel uneasy.

"Since you said you took my medicine, I'll take care of it."

Chu Chen calmly walked towards the middle-aged disciple who was lying on the stretcher and vomiting blood, but the Yin Leng disciple reached out to stop Chu Chen, "You have harmed my senior brother like this, how can you solve it? We don't believe in your character. , I don’t dare to put my senior brother’s life in your hands again, just give me a decision.”

As soon as the Yin Leng disciple said this, everyone in the mission hall frowned. They were clearly bullying Chu Chen and wouldn't even let him get close to the disciple who was vomiting blood. How could Chu Chen deal with it.

"Get out of the way." Chu Chen's eyes turned cold.

"Little Medicine Saint, I say again not to come close. If you must approach my senior brother without permission, be careful and I will kill you!"

Before the Yin Leng disciple finished speaking, Chu Chen stretched out his left hand and grabbed his wrist. The Yin Leng disciple sneered, "An outer sect disciple dares to take the initiative to attack an inner sect disciple. No one can blame him for seeking death."

Chu Chen's movement seemed to be very slow. Yin Leng's disciple Lightning retracted his elbow, preparing to retract his elbow first and then use his palm to severely injure Chu Chen. However, he found that his wrist hurt and was clasped by five steel-like fingers.

Chu Chen, the legendary best loser in the outer sect, actually controlled an inner sect disciple with extremely slow movements!

The Yin Leng disciple's eyes showed horror. He himself couldn't understand why Chu Chen grabbed his wrist when his movements were as fast as lightning.

The severe pain in his wrist felt like it was about to be crushed. When the Yin Leng disciple was in so much pain that he couldn't think, he felt a strong force carrying his body. With a pull and a push, he flew out.

"Bang!"

When the Yin Leng disciple flew more than ten meters and fell heavily to the ground, everyone in the mission hall almost screamed.

"Which of them is the outer disciple and who is the inner disciple? There is such a huge difference in strength. Is there a mistake?"

"What a domineering pusher, this is not the Little Medicine Saint, it's clearly the Little Martial Saint!"

"I didn't expect that a gentle person like Little Medicine Saint could be so harsh. Please don't bully honest people in the future."

After pushing the Yin Leng disciple away, Chu Chen quickly walked to the middle-aged disciple who was coughing up blood.

At this time, no one dared to stop Chu Chen anymore.

The disciples who were looking for trouble all looked at Chu Chen with horrified eyes. The middle-aged disciple who was vomiting blood was obviously more mature and continued to pretend to be dying.

"I said, my matter will be solved by myself. I only want to ask you one question. Did you start vomiting blood after taking my blood-building pill?"

A strange look flashed in the middle-aged disciple's eyes, and he nodded, "I was seriously harmed by your boy's fake medicine..."

After Chu Chen's eyes glanced at him, he said coldly, "I know the reason. The hematopoietic pill caused too much blood in your body, and it's just some congestion. Just spit it out and you'll be fine!"

"Bang!"

Before the middle-aged disciple could react, Chu Chen suddenly took action and punched him hard in the chest. The middle-aged disciple's slightly raised body was directly knocked to the ground.

He opened his mouth suddenly and spit out a large mouthful of blood, sprinkling a large blood stain on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the expressions on the faces of the inner disciple who was getting up and the disciples who were carrying the stretcher changed dramatically!

But Chu Chen didn't give them a chance to react. He quickly dug his fingers into the pool of blood spit out by the man, pinched out a thin transparent film-like thing, and slowly stretched it into the air. Make it visible to everyone around you.

Immediately, there were screams of surprise, but some disciples had already recognized what it was.

This is a blood bag. It is obvious that the blood that the middle-aged disciple vomited before came from this.

"It's so shameless. He used a blood bag to pretend to vomit blood and slandered the Little Medicine Saint."

"This bitch has ruined his conscience and ruined the reputation of the Little Medicine Saint."

Chu Chen threw away the blood bag and asked coldly, "Don't you want me to solve it? Tell me what solution you want."

A trace of resentment flashed in the middle-aged disciple's eyes, and then a forced smile emerged from his face, "It's okay... It's okay now, it was just a misunderstanding."

"Who said it's okay? You said it's okay, just because you said it's okay? After taking my medicine, you have to tell me it's okay. You haven't vomited all the congestion now, so you have to keep vomiting!"

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

Without saying a word, Chu Chen hit the middle-aged disciple with heavy punches one after another. Three punches in a row, each punch was much heavier than the last one. Everyone could clearly hear the sound of ribs breaking. The middle-aged disciple who was stuck to the ground spat out mouthfuls of blood, and the four disciples who were carrying his stretcher were covered in blood.

This time, everyone knew that what he vomited was real blood! This time he was dying and could hardly survive.

The four disciples carrying the stretcher quickly exchanged glances and prepared to take action together. The Yin Leng disciples also gathered around.

Chu Chen stood up slowly, "Since you have all taken my medicine, I will be responsible for making you vomit out all the congestion." As he spoke, his strikes were like lightning and his punches were like mountains.

"Bang!"

The tall disciple who was closest to Chu Chen didn't even hum. He hugged his lower abdomen and flew out like a shrimp because of the severe pain. Blood was still pouring out of his mouth.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was the muffled sound of two more heavy punches hitting the flesh. The weapons of the disciples on both sides who were about to attack in succession flew away from their hands. They spit out blood and their bodies were violently spun and thrown away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every time Chu Chen punched, a disciple who vomited blood flew into the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

Among the several disciples, the Yin Leng disciple flew the farthest and vomited the most blood. He flew directly out of the mission hall and rolled out of the steps.

The mission hall was deathly silent, and everyone was stunned. This was like a little medicine saint turning into a little martial arts saint in just one second.

With such terrifying attack power, being an enemy of him is simply asking for abuse. Is he really Chu Chen, the legendary best loser in the outer sect?

Maybe he really has the possibility to compete with Yao Jinghai!

"The pharmacist knows martial arts, even the gangsters can't stop him!"

"It's so scary. This is probably the strongest outer disciple in history."

"Is he really an outer disciple who just stepped into the spiritual water realm and only condensed a drop of spiritual water?"

Most of the male disciples in the mission hall looked at Chu Chen as if they were looking at monsters, while the female disciples, who already had a good impression of the Little Medicine Saint, now had a bit more admiration in their eyes.

Senior Sister Chixia, who had been in the mission hall and was preparing to help Chu Chen, suddenly felt that her idea of ​​protecting the little Medicine Saint was too...ridiculous. How could the Little Medicine Saint need her own protection? Chixia couldn't help but feel a few thoughts when she thought of this. Feeling disappointed.

"I'm sparing you a life because I don't like killing people." Chu Chen said calmly, "At the same time, I also ask you to give your master a message, don't play with these useless things. We will see the real results in the annual competition. I am ready to accept the position of Senior Brother of the Sect."

As soon as Chu Chen said this, the few disciples who were seriously injured and vomited blood got up from the ground as if they had been granted amnesty, staggeringly supported each other and fled out of the mission hall.

As if nothing happened, Chu Chen returned to the taskbar and completed all the first-level elixir refining tasks except the beauty elixirs before leaving.