Chapter 2017 (1/2)

However, the present Wang Hai is somewhat different.

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

Wang Hai's weapon is a dagger, but he saw that Xi Yue didn't have a weapon, so he also put his dagger aside, ”you are a junior, I don't bully the small.”

Just his words haven't finished, but Xi Yue's figure has disappeared in situ.

Wang Hai was stunned, and then passed a sneer. It's too tender to attack him in this way.

Sure enough, Xi Yue soon appeared in front of him, a hand wearing gloves to his chest suddenly close.

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

The fragrance of this medicine, like spirituality, penetrated into his body, making his chest pain all the time feel a little comfortable.

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

This palm is very light, with the fragrance of medicine, it seems that it has no killing power, but Wang Hai's face is pale, and he spits out a mouthful of blood.

The onlookers were shocked, and Mei Shuhai exclaimed: ”it's impossible!”

Wang Hai was a monk in the empty and dark period. He graduated from Lingwu branch of inner gate for many years before he was selected from the martial judgment.

How could Xi Yue be injured in his infancy?

Xi Yue's speed is faster and faster, one hand after another hit in Wang Hai's main acupoints, every three palms, Wang Hai will spit out a mouthful of blood.

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