Chapter 204 It's difficult to save people

The people around her seemed to have become decorations. Han Ruoli only had Ling Qianxue in her eyes, and Ling Qianxue was hugged by Han Ruoli. She had forgotten that this was the gate of the Shushan School. There are always some ignorant people who like to destroy harmony.

For example, Pan Zhiqiang, the second disciple of the Shushan School, is one of them. Pan Zhiqiang took a sword, hid behind the crowd and shouted, "Who are you? Stand in front of the Shushan faction and kiss me. If you don't get out of here quickly, don't blame us for being rude.

Ling Qianxue and Han Ruoli seemed to have never heard this long-lost feeling that they were greedy for each other. Pan Zhihao, the eldest disciple of the Shushan School, blocked Xiao Yuer and died under the palm of the ice. Now Pan Zhiqiang, the second disciple, has replaced Pan Zhihao.

Pan Zhiqiang saw that the two people did not respond and were in front of many students, which made him feel ashamed and shouted, "If you don't get out of here, I'll do it..."

Han Ruoli raised his head and looked at Pan Zhiqiang's bastard...

"It's you!" Pan Zhiqiang recognized Han Ruoli. Because Han Ruoli had been tired for three days and nights, his clothes were dirty and tired, and the appearance of the beggar was more obvious. "How dare you come back? It's all because you made the little sister like that. I want to avenge the little sister..."

"Wait!" Tang Ziyan stood in front of Han Ruoli and Ling Qianxue and said to Pan Zhiqiang, "They are my friends."

Pan Zhiqiang said viciously, "Miss Tang, this beggar is obviously Han Ruoli. He once pretended to be a beggar and sneaked into our Shushan faction. He is plotting to be cheat. Now he is with this white-haired banshee, and he is absolutely not good-hearted. With so many of us, we don't believe that we can't subdue the two of them..."

Han Ruoli released Ling Qianxue, bypassed Tang Ziyan's body and walked to Pan Zhiqiang. Pan Zhiqiang never thought that Han Ruoli could do martial arts, nor was he not afraid of Han Ruoli. A sword was mounted on Han Ruoli's neck. "I'm going to avenge my little sister now--" Pan Zhiqiang's arm was about to scratch Han Ruoli's neck.

"Assistant!" This time, the speaker is the eldest of the female disciples of the Shushan School and the recognized elder sister - Pan Xiaofeng.

But what speaks faster than Pan Xiaofeng is Ling Qianxue's sword. Ling Qianxue has pulled out her sword and intersects with Pan Zhiqiang's blade, shaking the sword in Pan Zhiqiang's hand and dropping it to the ground.

Many disciples of the Shushan School were amazed. It is really hard to imagine such a fast sword, but they saw it with their own eyes and suspected that it was not true.

Ling Qianxue's eyes glanced at everyone, and everyone found that Ling Qianxue's eyes were empty and deep that people could not see through.

Han Ruoli said to Pan Zhiqiang, "I'm not here to kill people, I'm here to save people."

"Get out of here." Pan Zhiqiang said kindly, "Xiao Yuer is so good to you, but you have made Xiao Yuer like this. I won't forgive you..."

"Hit!" Before people arrive, the voice has echoed in everyone's ears. Who else can have such a strong internal strength besides Mr. Pan? The disciples and disciples of the Shushan faction gave way. Old Pan came out from behind the crowd and came to Han Ruoli. He saw Tang Ziyan and Ling Qianxue standing behind Han Ruoli and arched his hand and said, "I am the head of this Shushan faction. I don't know who you are!"

"Master, haven't you seen it yet?" Pan Zhi said in a powerful voice, "This man is Han Ruoli, who pretended to be a beggar to deceive Xiao Yuer's sympathy. Now that he has come with the white-haired banshee, he is definitely not here to do good deeds."

"Hit!" Although old Pan is old, he is definitely not dizzy. He has seen that Han Ruoli is the little beggar he used to be.

Pan Zhiqiang was not angry, and his vicious eyes seemed to pierce Han Ruoli's body. If his eyes could kill people, Han Ruoli was probably dead hundreds of times. Everyone's eyes are the same and full of murder.

Since Mr. Pan put the etiquette in front, Han Ruoli also arched his hand and said, "The younger generation Han Ruoli learned that Xiao Yuer was injured by the iron palm ice and her body had been injured by the poison of ice, so he came to save people and detoxify."

Old Pan didn't like Han Ruoli or even blamed Han Ruoli. If Ling Qianxue hadn't been here, old man Pan might have been angry, but now there is Ling Qianxue. It is rumored that the white-haired banshee is so powerful, and old man Pan has to be careful. In one, Tang Ziyan is obviously standing on Han Ruoli's side now. It is not a happy thing to offend Tangmen.

Lao Pan looked up and down at Han Ruoli and said, "To tell you the truth, even the pure white master of Mount Emei has been here and can't take out the poison of ice in Xiao Yuer's body. What can you do? You know, although Xiao Yuer has been poisoned by the ice, we will not rush to the hospital.

"He can't do anything!" Pan Zhiqiang said, "If you have the ability, promise me first that you need internal strength to detoxify. Do you have any?"

Han Ruoli doesn't want to pay attention to this Pan Zhiqiang, but this Pan Zhiqiang doesn't know what's good or bad and always comes to make trouble. Han Ruoli said arrogantly, "Do you want to try it?"

"Try it!" Pan Zhiqiang came forward and slapped Han Ruoli in the chest. He would not let go of any chance to teach Han Ruoli a lesson.

Han Ruoli stood there motionless, staring at Pan Zhiqiang in front of him and asking, "Is that it?"

Pan Zhiqiang really lost face this time. He didn't expect that Han Ruoli had no reaction at all. In anger, he made several palms in a row, chapter by chapter, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger. Tang Ziyan and Ling Qianxue were distressed. Han Ruoli was still standing there motionless.

Pan Zhiqiang was really angry this time and said kindly, "Fight back, you and me are in the palm of your hand. Do you have this ability?"

Han Ruoli suddenly took action, and a chapter hit Pan Zhiqiang's chest. Pan Zhiqiang's whole body flew back. Many people behind him were knocked down by Pan Zhiqiang's body. They got up from the ground one by one and were a little more wary of Han Ruoli.

Old Pan said, "Mr. Han's internal strength is really strong. I don't know if he is above Master Void?"

"No!" Han Ruoli did not dare to brag. Although he had not seen the internal skills of Master Void with his own eyes, he expected it would never be bad.

Old Pan continued: "Beside the internal strength of Master Void, he has never solved the poison of ice. Even if Mr. Han's internal strength is very good, he may not be able to help. Please go back."

Han Ruoli said, "I can't solve this poison of ice."

Old Pan said, "As I said, we won't rush to the hospital."

Han Ruoli said, "What if I must go to relieve the poison of ice for Xiao Yuer?" This is undoubtedly a kind of provocation. What will happen if you provoke the other party's leader in front of the whole Shushan faction? There was a riot in the crowd, shouting for Han Ruoli to get out of here.

But Han Ruo has made up his mind, and no one can stop what he wants to do unless he is killed. Old Pan looked at Ling Qianxue again. Ling Qianxue stood behind Han Ruoli and said nothing, but the murderous spirit emanating from her body made Old Pan a little afraid. Old Pan was not because he was afraid of Ling Qianxue, but because he was worried about the life and death of these disciples and doors under the sword of the "white-haired banshee".

But Han Ruoli insisted on going in, and the conflict arose.

Old Pan raised his hand and everyone around him calmed down. Old Pan said to Han Ruoli, "If you want to detoxify Xiao Yuer, show me your real ability."

"Good!" Han Ruoli asked, "How to prove it?"

Old Pan said, "How can I prove it in your own way that I can trust you?"

Han Ruoli stared at Mr. Pan's hands and said, "Get out of your palm."

"Good!" Old Pan had wanted to teach Han Ruoli a lesson for a long time. Now Han Ruoli has said it himself. This is not counted as him bullying the old and beating him out with one slap.

Han Ruoli also stretched out his right palm and put his right palm together with Mr. Pan's right palm.

People around felt an invisible pressure and retreated one after another. Only Ling Qianxue and Tang Ziyan could still have a place. On the side of Shushan faction, the master sister Pan Xiaofeng reluctantly did not retreat, but the expression on her face had begun to be ferocious.

Han Ruoli and Mr. Pan look at each other. At this time, the split is equivalent to "death!". In the master duel, the victory or defeat often only occurs in an instant, and the internal force of Mr. Pan's internal force is gradually concentrated in the palm of his hand.

Han Ruoli began to feel the origin of pressure. After decades of practice, Mr. Pan must have an advantage compared with his palm strength and internal strength, but Han Ruoli practiced Taiji Qigong, which has an absolute advantage. Few people can persist for a minute under the palm of Mr. Pan, but Han Ruoli has persisted for three minutes... ...

Old Pan's forehead began to sweat. Han Ruoli thought of Xiao Yuer. Is she still suffering from the poison of ice at this time? She said silently in her heart: Old Pan, I'm sorry.

Old Pan suddenly felt a burst of heat coming from his palm. In an instant, his whole arm was numb, and the sweat on his body was soaked through his clothes. He felt that he was not playing with Han Ruoli, but against a fireball...

Han Ruoli's whole hand has turned red, which makes the skin look transparent, and the people around feel that the temperature of the air is constantly rising...

Finally! Old Pan couldn't stand it. He stepped back a few steps and was held by the elder sister Pan Xiaofeng. He said, "Iron sand palm?"

Han Ruoli asked, "Do you think this is an iron sand palm?"

Old Pan said, "Except for the iron sand palm? What else can have such a temperature? Only after grinding in the scorching iron sand for a long time can there be such a temperature.

Han Ruoli asked, "Don't you know the Palm of Fire?"

When this question was asked, not only Old Pan was stunned, but also Tang Ziyan was stunned, because there was only one person who could use the palm of fire, that is, the lonely fairy who was like a fiery and never merciless.

"No! Impossible!" Old Pan said, "Don't lie to me. Only Gu Hong Fairy can hold the palm of fire. I once personally begged Gu Hong Fairy for help, but she didn't see me. If you say it's the Palm of Fire, are you an apprentice of Gu Hong Fairy? Or the descendant of the lonely fairy?"

Pan Zhiqiang and others laughed and laughed enough. Pan Zhiqiang said proudly, "Don't brag in front of my master. My master invites people who can't move. Can you invite them? My master said that this is not a palm of fire, but yours is not.

Ling Qianxue suddenly asked, "Does your master have a lot of face?"

Pan Zhiqiang just wanted to curse and found that the other party was the "white-haired banshee" Ling Qianxue. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He took a step back and didn't say anything.

Old Pan sighed. This sigh contained a lot of bitterness and helplessness. The most proud disciple Pan Zhihao has died, and the most distressed disciple Xiao Yuer has become like this. "Sir Han, I admit defeat." Old Pan didn't say anything except this.

Han Ruoli asked, "Can I go to see Xiao Yuer?"

(Does the demon king engage in genies? I love it! Hey, just kidding, thank you for your support as the driving force for creation.)