Chapter Eighty-Nine: If You Touch It, You Won't Die

"Haha, don't resist, as long as you're not a barbarian, you won't die if you let me touch it!" Zhao Li shouted strange remarks as he rushed towards the beggar disciples who were actively evacuating.

"Hugh is rampant!" Several agile masters who had been restraining Zhao Li glanced at each other, and they were all a little ashamed in their hearts, and they all shouted in unison, and rushed towards Zhao Li again.

It must be mentioned here that in addition to watching the excitement, the injured and dying, and the people who are fighting with Zhao Li, there are also a group of special people on this venue, that is, they have been "teased" by Zhao Li.

After many Jianghu women were touched by Zhao Li without the power to resist, they were extremely ashamed - they can't blame Zhao Li, after all, they can't control the touching places well while fighting, and many women have been touched in the face and other places... And because this bastard didn't grasp his strength, it made some heroines blush.

For these women, it is impossible to go up and fight by themselves, they can't beat them in this life, look at how many first-class masters are drunk on the spot, so they have to look at the big masters on the field pitifully, and let them go up to take revenge.

The elders sent by the White Cloud Palace and the Golden Light Temple to participate in this martial arts conference were extremely ashamed and indignant at this time, not only because the heroines were full of expectant eyes.

Although the martial arts conference was held in Daye Temple, the actual initiators were Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple, except for these two giants joining forces, other sects did not have this kind of advocacy, and this martial arts conference had extremely important things to discuss - the results of the discussion of this matter may even affect the future rise and fall of the entire martial arts, but the current situation is that important matters have not yet begun to be discussed, and several important sect leaders have been seriously injured and killed.

And because there are extremely important things to discuss, the heads of Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple did not come to avoid attracting the attention of the Daheng court... After all, thousand-year-old temples like Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple, religious holy places, and rivers and lakes are all the objects of the imperial court's usual supervision.

"Could it be that because the head of the sect didn't come, we messed up this martial arts conference? And it was also messed up by a little-known little bandit in the rivers and lakes?" Once this kind of thinking took root in the hearts of the elders of Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple who came to participate in the meeting as representatives, it quickly grew stronger, and made them feel so guilty that they almost wanted to die.

With such an idea, seeing that Zhao Li was going to continue to touch people, the two elders of Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple could no longer bear it, fighting the idea of losing both, one of the two elders made a sword, and the other made a stick, both of them used the most powerful moves, infused the most internal force, and hit Zhao Li's back.

At Zhao Li's speed, it was a matter of an instant to pounce on these crowds of onlookers who were crowded together, Zheng Gong, a little white-collar worker, and Zhang Xiaozhuo, a high school student, had already entered the crowd when they saw the situation, and the other beggar gang disciples also saw that the situation was not good, and they followed closely behind, but it was the beggar gang leader and the great elder who fell behind.

In terms of the entire rivers and lakes, the leader of the beggar gang and the great elder can also be regarded as first-class masters, but after seeing Zhao Li's strength with one enemy, he still has self-knowledge, so in the face of Zhao Li, who rushed over, he was thinking about defense, and it was a big deal to let him touch it...

What I didn't expect was that Zhao Li's attack this time was much heavier, with one palm on each hand, not only easily removing the defensive posture posed by the beggar gang leader and the great elder, but under the force, the two masters only felt that their hands were numb, as if they had lost consciousness.

At the same time, Zhao Li continued to reach forward with both hands, grabbed the collar of the beggar gang leader and the great elder, and lifted the two of them up like chickens, and at the same time used the two of them as shields, blocking the attack from behind.

This time touching people, from the very beginning, Zhao Li thought about it in order to solve these agile and dexterous masters, although the damage caused by these people is not great, but it is really annoying, just like flies have been "buzzing" around you when you are eating...

Touching people, making these masters who held the conference embarrassed and angry, forcing them to fight with themselves, is Zhao Li's idea - as for throwing these two people who grabbed them as shields, it was Zhao Li's temporary idea, because he suddenly thought that if he was injured, he would have to spend free attribute points to recover, now the drug resistance is too high, the attribute points are not easy to get, and it is a little bit to save a little, and until now, several free attribute points have been used up to fight with these masters.

Zhao Li's move greatly surprised the expectations of everyone present.

For Baiyun Palace, Jinguang Temple, and the other guys who fought with Zhao Li, Zhao Li had never done such a despicable and obscene thing before, so now that the two of them had fought with all their might, it was too late to retract their strength...

"For the stability of the entire rivers and lakes, for the peaceful convening of this martial arts conference, I'm sorry, I will avenge you..." This was the only thing that the elders of the White Cloud Palace and the Golden Light Temple could say to the beggar gang leader and the great elder at this time.

"My life is at stake!" The Great Elder closed his eyes in despair, Zhao Li's palm was too strong, his hands were numb, and he couldn't lift it at all now, and at this time he was used as a shield to resist the full force of the Golden Light Temple Elder...

To say that the young man can mix with the position of the gang leader, it is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp, unlike the great elder, the beggar gang leader actively launched a self-rescue action, just a simple sentence, it was successful.

"I know where the barbarians are!"

Seeing that the elder of the White Cloud Palace was about to pass through his chest, the words of the beggar gang leader also shouted.

"Barbarians?" Zhao Li's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned around, and flicked the raised beggar gang leader to the side, avoiding the blade.

Smack-

Poof-

A stick blow and a piercing sound of flesh were heard at the same time.

The Great Elder of the Beggar Gang was hit in the chest by the elder of Jinguang Temple with a stick, and the whole person flew out sideways, lying on the ground motionless, afraid that he was already lifeless.

Zhao Li carried the beggar gang leader in a cold sweat with one hand, holding his head high, sneering with disdain on his face - a three-foot Qingfeng was inserted in his left chest, a few inches deeper, and he almost hit the heart.

The elder of the White Cloud Palace held this sword, his face was gloomy as water, he couldn't imagine that this full force blow failed to penetrate the chest of this giant man, it seems that this giant man's horizontal practice of foreign kung fu is even more terrible than imagined, but it's okay, this sword is already a heavy blow, as long as you come again...

While thinking about it, the elder of the White Cloud Palace tried to insert this sword into it a little more and pierce the other party's heart, but his face couldn't help but change.

No matter how hard he tried, the long sword in his hand did not move, as if it had been welded to death, and he could neither pull it out nor insert it.

"Good, it's the worst injury I've ever had. Zhao Li said coldly, and now the muscles in his body were tightening together, firmly locking the sword in his chest.