Chapter 917 Mystery

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"Zhuo Li, the ninth-generation descendant of Xia Xiyang Palm, dare to ask where your little friend is from?"

The green-robed middle-aged man was Zhuo Li, and he seemed to see that Ye Hong was not an ordinary person.

After all, it was enough to surprise Zhuo Li that he was able to resolve his penetrating dark energy unscathed, so there was a hint of solemnity in his tone.

Ye Hong didn't respond, but gently put Xue Jianing aside and asked Qin Hongshuang to take good care of her.

Immediately, his eyes lifted, and his sense of majesty rose directly, as if from a handsome young man next door, he instantly turned into a king who controls life and death!

He approached Zhuo Li step by step, and the momentum on his body gradually increased with each step.

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

After getting along these days, Ye Hong had long regarded Xue Jianing as a relative.

Seeing her so seriously injured now, Ye Hong's anger was instantly ignited.

Not to mention, this guy is also Liu Ji's companion.

Ye Hong's intimidation against Qin Hongshuang by Liu Ji just now is vivid in his mind.

It's just that Xue Jianing took the lead before he taught Liu Ji a lesson.

The anger in Ye Hong's eyes seemed to turn into reality, and he pressed it towards Zhuo Li!

"Ding! Trigger mastery coercion!"

The flames of anger are soaring, like the top of a mountain!

Zhuo Li took a breath, as if he was being stared at by an ancient beast, and his calf trembled shamefully.

"How is that possible!? How can I be afraid of a furry boy!"

Zhuo Li roared angrily, and immediately decided that he couldn't let Ye Hong's aura be further strengthened, and immediately slapped Ye Hong's palm when Ye Hong was halfway there!

"Xiyang's palm-style Erwu · Hate without a ring!"

Zhuo Li's pair of iron palms seemed to be on fire, and a fierce hot wind rushed towards Ye Hong's face!

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

Facing the extremely violent fist, Ye Hong suddenly said lightly.

Zhuo Li looked irritable and roared, "I'm still pretending to be a ghost when I'm about to die, give me death!"

Looking at the palm shadow that was getting closer, Ye Hong suddenly squeezed his fists and muttered a simple and simple tone in his mouth.

"Three punches can't be seen, if you can't see the shape, you can't..."

Accompanied by this cadenced voice, a mysterious fist shadow shot from bottom to top, directly hitting Zhuo Li's palm.

"Xingyiquan, Xingyishen Strike, Eight Hands, Lion's Roar!"

Zhuo Li only felt a shocking force coming from Ye Hong's fist, his palms numb, and Ye Hong's palm was almost dissipated.

"Xingyiquan? This is impossible, there is no such move in Xingyiquan!"

Zhuo Li roared in disbelief.

He also visited Ji's house in Bailu City when he was young, and saw all kinds of Xingyiquan routines of Ji Yueling, the grandfather of Ji, but he had never heard of such a move by Xingyishen!

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

Ye Hong stared at it coldly, and continued to read in his mouth: "The truth contains the truth, the truth contains the truth..."

"Xingyiquan, Xingyi Shenshi, Eight Hands, Button Lock!"

Ye Hong's way of boxing changed again, but it was much faster, and afterimages were drawn in the air.

Either virtual or real, Zhuo Li's palm strength was firmly sealed within a very small range, making his fierce palm technique useless and extremely humiliating.

"Damn, open it to me!"

"Xiyang Palm-style Sanwu · Collapse of the sky!"

"Xiyang Palm-style Qilu·Huang Ying drops!"

"Xiyang Palm..."