Chapter 3647
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"Senior Weng?" Yue Ru was surprised. "I'm Yue Ru, a disciple of the Tian Luo Sect. Greetings, Senior Weng."
Chu Li glanced at her.
Yue Ru smiled. "Senior Weng, you're very famous. It's my honor to be able to meet you in person."
Weng Hua gave a fist salute and said, "You're welcome, Miss Yue Ru."
Yang Ying said, "Master, this is Zhao Dahe, the Clan Leader of the Holy Church of Light's Radiance Clan."
"Oh, it's Clan Leader Zhao. My apologies." Weng Hua looked at Chu Li in surprise.
She did not expect that this ugly and calm young man in front of her was the famous Zhao Dahe.
Everyone in the White Tiger Sect knew Zhao Dahe's name. Everyone knew that he was a genius.
"Bang!" Suddenly a muffled sound rang out, and a figure suddenly shot towards Lu Xiaofeng.
This person's speed was extremely fast. Before the two middle-aged guards could react, he had already arrived in front of Lu Xiaofeng.
He was a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes and a face like a red date. His palm looked as if it had been smeared with blood as he slapped at Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng snorted and countered with a palm strike.
"No!" Yue Ru abruptly tugged at Lu Xiaofeng's sleeve.
Chu Li waved his hand, and the middle-aged man was sent flying as if he was hit by a galloping horse.
Clutching his throat, he slammed into the window and shot out of the building with it.
Lu Xiaofeng's face darkened as he frowned and asked, "Who is this person?"
Two middle-aged guards hurriedly stood in front of him, their hands on their long sabers as they stared at the surroundings vigilantly.
Yue Ru looked at Chu Li. "A disciple of the Church of the Bloody Garment!"
Chu Li nodded. "Looks like they've arrived."
Lu Xiaofeng snorted, "Why would he attack me? The disciples of the Blood-robed Cult are indeed strange! "
He recalled the previous scene and felt a lingering fear in his heart.
Bloody Garment Divine Art! If it were not for Yue Ru's tug, his right palm would have collided with that fellow's. Then, his blood essence would have dried up by now and he would have become a dried corpse. Zhao Dahe had also saved his life.
This made him feel a little awkward.
Yue Ru warned, "Don't ever come into contact with their palms. The Bloody Garment Divine Power is too vicious and strange."
"It won't happen again!" Lu Xiaofeng snorted.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, a figure entered through the window. It was the middle-aged man from before.
There was only a thin line of blood on his throat, and the wound had almost healed. He glared at Chu Li fiercely before pouncing at him.
Chu Li shook his head and raised his hand again.
"Bang!" The middle-aged man flew out of the window again.
Chu Li waved his hand again, and a middle-aged man flew up from the crowd.
Then, he waved his hands at the same time, and another two middle-aged men flew into the air and crashed into the window.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened. He didn't know who these guys were.
Yue Ru was shocked. These four middle-aged men were much more powerful than the ten men who had come before them.
She took out a flute from her bosom and blew it gently.
The flute whimpered, as if it was weeping and complaining, causing everyone's heartbeats to quicken.
Chu Li said, "Clan Leader Lu, protect Miss Yue Ru. I'll go and have a look!"
With that, he shot out of the window.
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