Emperor of Nine Suns

The air in the entire mission hall condensed, and the confrontation between the cold disciple and Chu Chen made everyone feel uneasy.

"Since it is said that I took my medicine, I will solve it."

Chu Chen calmly walked towards the middle-aged disciple lying on the stretcher, but the cold disciple reached out to stop Chu Chen, "You have caused me to be like this, how can we solve it? We don’t believe in you, neither Dare to hand the life of the brother into your hands again, just give me a decision." "Fiction" novel chapters are updated fastest

As soon as the cold disciple said this, everyone in the mission hall frowned. They made it clear that they were bullying Chu Chen, and they didn't even let the disciple who vomited blood get close. How could Chu Chen solve it.

"Get away." Chu Chen's eyes were cold.

"I'll say once again don't approach, if you must approach my senior without authorization, be careful to be killed by me!"

Before the cold disciple spoke, Chu Chen stretched out his left hand and grabbed his wrist. The cold disciple sneered, "A disciple of the outer sect dared to attack the disciple of the inner sect.

The movement seemed to be very slow. The cold disciple Lightning retracted his elbow, preparing to retract the elbow first and then take out his palm to inflict a heavy injury on Chu Chen, but found that his wrist was hurt and he was caught by five steel fingers.

Chu Chen, the legendary No. 1 Outer Sect, used extremely slow movements to control an inner disciple!

There was horror in the cold disciple's eyes, and he himself couldn't figure it out, his movements were as bright as lightning, why was Chu Chen clasping his wrist.

The severe pain in his wrist seemed to be crushed. While the cold disciple was so painful that he couldn't think, he felt a strong force carrying his body, pulling and pushing, and he flew out.

"Boom!"

While the cold disciple who flew more than a dozen meters fell heavily to the ground, everyone in the mission hall almost exclaimed.

"Which of them is the outer disciple, who is the inner disciple, so much difference in strength, is it a mistake!"

"What a domineering pusher, where is the little medicine saint, it is clearly the little martial saint!"

"Unexpectedly, the people of Xiaoyao Sheng's shot are so heavy. Don't bully the honest people in the future."

After pushing Fei Yin Leng disciple, Chu Chen quickly stepped to the middle-aged disciple who was hemoptysis. At this time, no one dared to stop Chu Chen anymore.

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

"I said, my business will be solved by myself. I only ask you Wèntí, did you start vomiting blood after taking my hematopoietic pills?"

A strange color flashed in the middle-aged disciple’s eyes and nodded, "I was badly hurt by your fake medicine..."

After Chu Chen glanced over him, he said coldly, "It's my reason, the hematopoietic pill made you have too much blood in your body, and you have some congestion. If you vomit it, it will be fine!"

"Boom!"

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

He opened his mouth violently, spouting a big mouthful of blood, and sprinkled a lot of blood on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the inner disciples who were getting up and those who carried the stretcher changed dramatically!

It's just that Chu Chen didn't give them a chance to react. He drew his fingers in the pool of blood that the man vomited very quickly, pinched out a thin transparent film-like thing, and slowly stretched it into the air. Let everyone around you see it.

Suddenly, there was a cry of exclamation, but a disciple had already recognized what it was.

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

"It's shameless to use a blood bag to pretend to vomit blood and slander Little Medicine Saint."

"This kind of **** has darkened his conscience to ruin the reputation of Little Medicine Saint."

Chu Chen threw away the blood bag and asked in a cold voice, "Isn't it for me to solve it? What is the solution, you say."

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

"Who said it's okay? Do you say it's okay? If you take my medicine, I want me to say it's okay. You have to vomit after the blood is not vomiting up!"

"Bah!" "Bah!" "Bah!"

Without saying a word, Chu Chen hit the middle-aged disciple with one punch after another, three consecutive punches, each of which was much heavier than the previous one. Everyone clearly heard the sound of the ribs breaking. The middle-aged disciple sticking to the ground spurted out one mouthful of blood, and the four disciples who stretched him were splashed with blood all over.

This time, everyone was Zhuīdào what he vomited was real blood! This time it was dying, almost unable to live.

The four disciples carrying the stretcher quickly exchanged their eyes, preparing to take action together, and the cold disciples also gathered around.

Chu Chen stood up slowly, "Since you have all taken my medicine, I will be responsible for letting you vomit out all the bruises." As he spoke, he shot his hands like electricity and fists like a mountain.

"Boo!"

The tall disciple closest to Chu Chen didn't even hum, holding his lower abdomen, his whole body bent like dried shrimps because of the severe pain, and blood was still pouring out of his mouth.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

There was another muffled sound of two heavy boxing hits, and the weapons in the disciples who were about to strike out on both sides shot away, vomiting blood, and the body whirled and flew out fiercely.

"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 cold 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 deadly silent, and everyone was shocked. It was like a second from the little medicine saint to the little martial saint.

With such a terrifying offensive power, being an enemy of him is simply looking for abuse. Is he really the legendary No. 1 outsider Chu Chen?

Maybe he really has the Kěnéng who can compete with Yao Jinghai!

"The pharmacist knows martial arts, and he can't stop it!"

"It's terrible~www.ltnovel.com~ 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 with monster-like eyes, while the female disciples had a good impression of Little Medicine Saint, and at this time they had more admiration in their eyes.

Senior Sister Chixia, who had been in the mission hall and was going to help Chu Chen, suddenly felt that she wanted to protect Little Yaosheng too... ridiculous, how could Little Yaosheng use her own protection? Feeling lost.

"Leave you a life because I don't like killing people." Chu Chen said lightly, "At the same time, let you bring words to you. Don't play with these useless things. Everyone will see the truth in the annual competition. I’m going to accept it."

As soon as Chu Chen said this, the few disciples who were severely wounded and vomiting blood got up from the ground like an amnesty, staggered and helped each other to escape from the mission hall. As if nothing had happened, Chu Chen went back to the taskbar to use it on his own, taking up all the first-order refining tasks except for the beauty pill before leaving.