917: C917 Xing Yi and Shen Chui!

C917 Xing Yi and Shen Chui!

"I am Zhuo Lee, the descendant of the ninth generation of the Xiyang Palm. May I ask which sect does Little Friend come from?"

The green-robed middle-aged man, Zhuo Lee, seemed to have noticed that Ye Hong was not an ordinary person.

After all, it was already enough to surprise Zhuo Lee that he was able to neutralize his penetrating force without any injuries. Therefore, there was a trace of seriousness in his tone.

Ye Hong did not respond. He just gently placed Xue Jianing to the side and asked Qin Hongshuang to take good care of her.

Immediately after, he raised his eyes and a dignified feeling rose up. It was as if he had turned from a delicate and pretty young man to the King of Emperors who controlled life and death in an instant.

He approached Zhuo Lee step by step, and the aura on his body gradually grew stronger with each step he took.

Ye Hong didn't want to let Zhuo Lee go.

After these days of interaction, Ye Hong had long regarded Xue Jianing as his disciple as a family member.

Now that he saw her being seriously injured, the anger in Ye Hong's heart was instantly ignited.

Needless to say, this guy was Liu Ji's companion.

The threat Liu Ji gave Qin Hongshuang just now was still vivid in Ye Hong's mind.

However, he had yet to teach Qin Hongshuang a lesson. In front of Liu Ji, Xue Jianing had indeed taken the lead.

Now that he was angry and angry, the anger in Ye Hong's eyes seemed to have turned into a substance as he pressed down on Zhuo Lee.

"Ding! Activate the pressure of a proficient-level!"

Raging flames surged into the sky like a mountain pressing down on the peak!

Zhuo Lee held his breath as if he was being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast. His calf started to tremble in shame.

"How is this possible?! How can I be afraid of a brat?!"

Zhuo Lee roared in anger. He immediately decided not to let Ye Hong strengthen his aura any further. He immediately struck out his palm when Ye Hong was halfway there.

"Second Prince of the Xiyang Palm Style, Wu Huan Di!"

Zhuo Lee's pair of iron palms seemed to be burning. They brought along a fierce hot wind as they rushed towards Ye Hong's face.

"As the first person to be tested by me, you should feel lucky for three lifetimes."

Facing the extremely violent fist force, Ye Hong suddenly said indifferently.

Zhuo Lee's expression was irritable as he roared. "You are still playing tricks when you are about to die. Go to hell!"

Looking at the approaching palm shadow, Ye Hong suddenly clenched his fists and chanted in an ancient tone.

"Three fist strikes, invisible, as if you can't see a shadow..."

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound, a mysterious fist shadow went up from the bottom and directly hit Zhuo Lee's palm.

"Form and Will Boxing - Strike of Form and Will - Eight Hands - Lion Roar!"

Zhuo Lee felt a vibration coming from Ye Hong's fist. His palm went numb and he was almost knocked away by Ye Hong's fist.

"Form and Will Boxing? That's impossible. There's no such technique in the Form and Will Boxing!"

Zhuo Lee roared in disbelief.

When he was young, he had also visited the Bailu City's Ji Family. He had seen Grandfather Ji's Form and Will Boxing's various styles. He had never heard of such a move before!2

"There are many things you don't know!"

Ye Hong looked at him coldly. He continued to read, "There is truth in the void, but there is truth in the void. "

"Form and Will Boxing, Strike of Form and Will, Eight Hands, Lock!"

Ye Hong's fist changed again, but it was much faster. It left afterimages in the air.

Whether it was real or fake, Zhuo Lee's palm force was firmly locked in an extremely small area. It made him use his powerful palm technique, making him feel extremely aggrieved.

"Damn it, open it for me!"

"Xiyang Palm Form, Three Five Steps, Accelerate the Sky!"

"Xiyang Palm Form, Qi Lu, Huang Ying, descend!"

"Xiyang Palm...."

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