Chapter 2017 (1/2)

However, the Wang Hai in front of us is different.

Xi Yue's face did not change. He took out a pair of gloves made of gold and silver threads from the space, put some powder on them, and then stepped forward slowly.

Wang Hai's weapon was a broadsword, but Xi Yue didn't have one, so he put his broadsword aside. ”You're a junior, I don't bully a junior with a big one.”

But before he had finished speaking, Xi Yue's figure had disappeared.

Wang Hai was stunned, then flashed a sneering smile. It was too tender to attack him in this way.

As expected, Xi Yue soon appeared in front of him, and a gloved hand came close to his chest.

Wang Hai is about to fight back, but suddenly he feels a smell of medicine lingering around his nose.

This smell of medicine, like spirituality, penetrates into his body and makes his chest feel a little comfortable.

Wang Hai was stunned, that is, the pause of this moment. Xi Yue clapped his hand on his chest.

This palm is very light, with the fragrance of medicine. It seems that it is harmless. Wang Hai's face is white, and he spits out a mouthful of blood.

The onlookers were stunned. Mei Shuhai exclaimed, ”it's impossible!”

Wang Hai was a monk in the period of Kongming. He was selected slowly from the martial judgment after graduation from Lingwu branch of inner gate for many years.

How could Xi Yue be injured in his first baby?

Xi Yue's speed is getting faster and faster. He hits Wang Hai's acupoints one by one. Every three palms, Wang Hai spits out blood.

When the thirty-six palms were over, Xi Yue suddenly pushed away, and Wang Hai suddenly fell to the ground, covering his chest and gasping for breath.