White-Robed Chief

Deng Tianlun seemed to have lost his courage. He came behind Jing Santan, pressed his palm on his back, and helped him to heal his wounds. He suddenly stepped back by two steps with a loud bang, and his palms were opened.

His face changed so much that he knew what Jing Santan was doing and why he was so hurt.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward again, slowly put on the right palm in dissatisfaction, the white light around him flickered, and he was already doing his best.

"Bang!" In another muffled sound, he took another two steps backwards, his palms were numb, and his body was numb for a while, then he eased over a moment.

He was startled at the weirdness of this palm, knowing he couldn't help.

"Yeah!" Jing San sighed and vomited two blood, the ice in front of him was already a large pool of blood, shocking.

Deng Tianlun stared at Jing Sanshang, watching his face steadily decline, his breath weakening at a rate visible to the naked eye, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer.

"Chu Li!" Deng Tianlun sang in a deep voice.

Sun Mingyue and Xue Luoyu opened their bright eyes, two pairs of bright eyes looked at him, and Zheng Yueming's sarcastic smile appeared in front of him. He could not wait to slap Zheng Yueming to death with a single palm.

Although his face was hot, Deng Tianlun still endured humiliation and said: "On the sword will not be fatal!"

Chu Li glanced at him and continued to look at the cliff: "Can't die."

"What the **** do you want to do?" Deng Tianlun said in a deep voice.

Chu Li smiled, shook his head and continued to look at the cliff.

Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth and said, "Well, let's lose!"

"Brother Deng!" Jing Santan gnashed his teeth and slowly said, "Don't come here, we only have heads dead in Sanyang Palace, no heads alive!"

Deng Tianlun blushed and shouted unwillingly: "Brother Jing--!"

Jing San sighed, "I can't die!"

Deng Tianlun turned his head and stared at Chu Li, slowly, "How do you want to shoot?"

Chu Li smiled and said, "Just give in."

He waved his sleeve gently, and his invisible palm strength reached Jing Santan's body.

Jing Santan only felt light all over his body. The original weird changes, the yin and yang turning, and the unpredictable palm power disappeared as if never before. The previous scene seemed to be his own illusion!

He stared at Chu Li in disbelief.

Chu Lidao said: "It's just you guys who have nothing to do with Asura. Let's practice it honestly!"

"Given today, Yongzhi is unforgettable!" Jing San sighed and said slowly.

Chu Li smiled and shook her head, and continued to look up to forget the love story.

"Brother." Deng Tianlun handed the porcelain bottle.

Jing San sighed, shook his head, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out the red crimson pill inside the mouth, and the hot breath immediately flowed around. He blinked around the internal organs in a blink of an eye, and the injury suddenly lightened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and finally came alive.

Chu Li said that he would not die, but he knew that he would really end it, and his martial arts would be abolished, even hurting the roots. At that time, it would be difficult for him to re-train himself and reach the current state.

This kind of thought makes me feel a little palpitated, this Chu Li is really wicked!

"Let's go!" Jing San sighed and said lightly.

"Brother?" Deng Tianlun was surprised.

Jing San sighed at Chu Li, humming, "Do you want to stay away from the insult?"

Deng Tianlun said helplessly: "Always look at the other masters."

"Then you stay." Jing San sighed lightly: "Look at it, don't offend people!"

Jing Santan looked at Xue Luoyu, but Xue Luoyu had closed his eyes.

Jing Santan sighed long and sighed, holding his fist in a polite manner: "Miss Xue, leave next, go ahead."

Xue Luoyu opened his bright eyes and said lightly, "Please."

Jing Santan narrowed his eyes again and glanced at Chuli again, and hugged his fist, as if a stream of light had disappeared, and the shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xue Luoyu sighed, "Chu Li, you have a dead hatred."

"It depends on his ability." Chu Li smiled disapprovingly.

He has more revenge, and has not been able to retaliate yet. Although this Jing Santan is strong, there is no threat. Although he is leaving the eyes full of resentment and deep-seated hatred, it is difficult to disturb his heart.

Deng Tianlun hummed: "Chu Li, don't underestimate Brother Jing, he will come back for revenge!"

Chu Li glanced at him, and said lightly: "Or go, or shut up!"

Deng Tianlun gritted his teeth, closed his mouth, and sat on the ice pier aside, about ten meters away from Chu.

He was resentful, but instead of leaving Chuli from them, he sat on one side instead of approaching the sixteen young people.

In his opinion, no matter how the people in Jiubu fight, it is still Jiubu, one line higher than the other gates. Sitting with the guys and humiliating and losing their identity, they still have to sit here.

Zheng Yueming glared at him and ignored him.

The surroundings suddenly calmed down, Sun Mingyue and Xue Luoyu narrowed their eyes, looking up from time to time to glance at the cliff, and also inadvertently understood and forgotten the heavenly scriptures.

It is said that in this state, you can get the most insights, and the harder you work, the harder it is.

Chu Li, however, is concentrating on the deduction, and needs to keep watching. Once his eyes are gone, the forgetfulness book in his mind also disappears and cannot be observed, which makes him pay more attention to the forgetfulness book.

He has been trying to find ways for Xiao Qi to enter Tianwaitian.

They don't have to come up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but they can come up when they want to. This is the ideal situation.

Although they were busy dealing with the administration of the court, he still wanted them to come up to accompany him. He is not convenient to go back at any time now. After all, there is a sky gate behind him.

Time passed quickly, and the day passed unknowingly.

In the early morning, the cliff of forgetfulness became more and more cold, sitting on the ice pier, it feels very much, but they all have suffocating body, cold and summer invasion, despite the white gas in his mouth, there is still nothing moving.

Chu Li has been staring at Forgotten Heaven, with a calm face and a calm look, even though his soul power is overbearing, he feels tired.

The endless sleep of enlightenment and enlightenment, he is struggling abnormally, and this forgetful love scripture is getting more and more difficult to infer, as if there is an invisible force to resist, so that his starry hole virtual art can no longer be inferred.

He frowned and couldn't help thinking.

Theoretically speaking, the disciples of Tai Qingzong did not have the technique of inferiority, it is the secret biography of Shao Tianlou, otherwise Shao Tianlou does not have such a status.

It is really strange that the disciple of Tai Qingzong was able to comprehend the heavenly scriptures without the know-how of inferiority. How did he break the resistance of this invisible force?

He suddenly said, "Nine princesses, how old was the ancestor of Forgotten Cliff?"

Xue Luoyu opened his eyes and thought for a while, "It seems to be in his forties."

Chu Lidao said, "Why can he realize that the scripture of forgetful love?"

Xue Luoyu shook his head: "I'm afraid this is the secret of forgetting the cliff, ordinary disciples don't know."

Chu Li nodded slowly, could it be true that he could only fit in with that invisible force in a despondent situation, and realized that he had forgotten love?

There were two disciples in the sky again, followed by a young man, Qi Yuxuanang, a blue shirt and a sword at his waist.

Chu Li's eyes narrowed, and he saw the identity of this young man, a disciple of Wan Jiancheng!