Chapter 2015： lesson (1/2)

The last thing he wanted to mention was that it was difficult to curb anger.

He was extremely guilty of Bai Lutang's dead disciples. Although they haven't been together for a long time, these disciples are heroes, who killed themselves, resisted the invasion of foreign enemies, and sacrificed for heaven and earth.

Even if their original intention is to achieve meritorious service, in order to get a heavy reward, they should also be respected and grateful for glory.

But the reality is so cold. Not only did the disciples fail to be respected and glorified, but they were ridiculed and ridiculed, feeling that they would be defeated and incompetent, and even Jiubu had the same attitude.

He knew that he was out of step with Tianwaitian because of the different thoughts and concepts in his bones.

In Tian Wai Tian's concept, if you defeat the king, you will gain glory when you win. Failure is sin. Not only will you not sympathize, but you will also disdain.

The rest of Zongmen felt that Jiubu occupied so many resources, it was right to defend the enemy to the outside world, and it was right to win.

Bai Lutang was defeated. The rest of Jiubu not only would not sympathize with the disease, but felt that they lost the face of Jiubu. Those other ancestors were staring at it and felt that Jiubu was incompetent. Bai Lutang's failure made these sects more powerful , The majesty of the nine parts was even more severe.

Zheng Tianlun sneered: ”Why, I'm wrong?”

Chu Lidao said, ”That battle was not the sin of Bai Lutang. If you go against the four Asuras, can you win?”

”Well, wasn't there as many Asuras in that battle?” Zheng Tianlun said.

Chu Li slowly said: ”No less than twenty asuras, not to mention the two teams' asuras are the best among the elite. Can you stop any of your Sanyang Palace?”

”Twenty Big Ashura? Haha!” Zheng Tianlun laughed. ”You dare to say, why not say two hundred Big Ashura!”

Chu Liheng hummed: ”Do you think it's impossible? Go and inquire about shaking the tower and see what they say!”

Zheng Tianlun shook his head and smiled: ”Chu Li, you are the first master of the Nether, but this is not the Nether, it is the sky outside, and you are nothing, just hold your tail up and be honest!”

He also heard that Bai Lutang encountered more than 20 large Ashura-led teams, but he did not believe it. It was Bai Lutang who deliberately exaggerated in order to cover up his failure. There really were 20 large Ashura, Bai Lu. Don't have one left.

”What kind of thing are you!” Sun Mingyue said lightly.

She looked coldly like a sharp sword pierced Zheng Tianlun's eyes, and said lightly, ”Noise, go away!”

Zheng Tianlun's face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at Sun Mingyue coldly, ”Who are you-?”

”Light wins Sun Mingyue.” Sun Mingyue waved his hand and motioned away.

”It's you!” Zheng Tianlun gritted his teeth. ”My name is like a thunderbolt, I didn't expect such arrogance, it really disappointed me!”

Chu Li sighed and waved his hand to stop Sun Mingyue's words.

Sun Mingyue closed his mouth with a glance.

Chu Li sighed: ”Go ahead and talk nonsense, don't blame me for it!”

”Haha ...” Zheng Tianlun laughed. ”It's a real tone. Come, I'll see how good you are!”

Chu Li shook his head: ”No tears without seeing the coffin!”

The blue light flashed in his eyes.

”Bang!” Zheng Tianlun flew out immediately.

A layer of white light shrouded him, protecting him in the middle, blocking the strike of the **** of thunder and thunder.

Zheng Tianlun was frightened, but he couldn't react to the fact that he had been shot, but there was suffocation in his body. He was instantly settled, and he wanted to laugh out loud and even fight back. Suddenly the white light mask flickered again.

”Bang!” With a muffled sound, he flew out again in the air.

Chu Li shook his head without chasing.

He knew that it was impossible for the sword to kill the killer, and to learn martial arts, the killer was on his way. After entering the cliff of forgotten love, he could not kill any more.

Zheng Tianlun flew a hundred meters away, and fluttered to the ground, his white mask was still there, but he had no confidence at all.