Chapter 111: I don't know whether I live or die

"I don't want to talk anywhere!" After that, Elder Lie Chixin took advantage of a gap and ran out, and the jade wind chased him out like a wind.

Su Yanyue pointed to the weapons placed behind the screen in the front hall, and said coldly: "Elder Lie, could you please pick a weapon first?" ”

Lie Chixin didn't look at him, he didn't look at him at all, this kid who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it was actually very talented, and he had long been a master of the Xuantu Nine Grades, but he had been abandoned to play for so many years, and Xuanli had not improved at all, and he was still the Xuantu Nine Grades.

And he is already a Xuanshi level, the gap between them is like a chasm, and it is impossible to cross it at all, I really don't know where this self-defeating kid got the courage to dare to challenge him?

"There's no need to be so troublesome, let's just fight with our bare hands, I don't want you to lose too ugly!" Lie Chi said with disdain, such a gentleman, if he was not the only son of the old pavilion master Su Qingtian, what qualifications would he have to sit in the position of pavilion master?

It is precisely because of his uselessness that he allows himself to be subject to a little woman everywhere, and he is just aggrieved by himself, and he also makes the whole cabinet suffer with him, which is really unbearable!

"Okay, since Elder Lie gives face like this, then I might as well obey my fate if I am respectful!" Su Yanyue hugged her fists and prepared to make a move.

Linglong Pavilion is mostly known for cultivating fire-based exercises, so he first used a move that was a red practice fist that those who practiced fire-based exercises would fight. This is a kind of fire-based primary exercise, there are ten layers in total, and with each cultivation layer, the cultivation level can increase by one level, and the red practice fist can have one more light, which is called the fist tail.

He threw a punch, but it was only the strength of the cultivation to the third or fourth layer, and the tail of the fist was only three or four, and the beam of light was extremely short, and it disappeared in a flash, and Lie Chixin erupted into a violent mockery: "A gentleman is a gentleman, no matter how it is, it can't become a climate, so let's do what you should do!" ”

Immediately after that, he was hit with a violent punch like raindrops, and only the terrible sound of bones breaking was heard, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips down the corner of his mouth.

Su Yanyue also felt embarrassed, blaming himself for not cultivating well on weekdays, and he was embarrassed at this time, but thinking that this madman actually humiliated his father's body, he felt that even if he died here, he would have to fight with him to the death!

He refused to be discouraged, got up again, and said loudly: "It's not so easy to hit me!" ”

Lie Chixin glanced at him coldly, and the corners of his lips were mocking: "I don't know whether to live or die!" ”

But even if it was death, he didn't want to fall down like this, and his unwilling obsession made him wave his fist that was difficult to raise again, and a piece of flesh and blood that had long been invisible blurred to his face, and raised a persistent smile: "I still want to fight, unless I die, I can't be ashamed of the pavilion master!" As he spoke, he glanced at the dazzling figure not far away with his starry eyes, and it turned out to be blurry, like a white light.

So he stubbornly straightened up again, condensed a slap of Xuan Li in his palm, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean dripped on the back of his hand, which was heart-piercing......

When the punch was launched again, it could have five layers of skill, and the tail of the fist of the five Yeyan swords shone like a rainbow throughout the front hall, and at this moment, the dantian that had not been worshiped for a long time was boiling again, and a light orange light lingered around the body.