Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 74: Little pharmacist running away

The air in the entire mission hall was frozen, and the confrontation between the cold disciple and Chu Chen made everyone feel uneasy.

"Since I said I took my medicine, I will solve it."

Chu Chen calmly walked towards the middle-aged disciple lying on the stretcher, but the cold disciple stretched out his hand to stop Chu Chen, "You have harmed me like this, how can we solve it? We don't believe in you. , I don’t dare to put the life of my brother in your hands anymore, just give me a decision. ""Fiction" Novel chapters are updated fastest

As soon as the cold disciple said this, everyone in the mission hall frowned. They made it clear that they were bullying Chu Chen, and they didn't even let the disciple who vomited blood close to him. How could Chu Chen solve it.

"Get out of the way." Chu Chen's eyes were cold.

", I say once again don't approach, if you must approach my brother without authorization, be careful to be killed by me!"

Before the words of the cold disciple, Chu Chen stretched out his left hand and grabbed his wrist. The cold disciple sneered, "An outer disciple dared to take the initiative to attack the inner disciple. It's no wonder that he will die." /

's movements seemed to be very slow. The cold disciple Lightning retracted his elbow, preparing to retract his elbow first and then take out his palm to inflict a heavy injury on Chu Chen, but found that his wrist was hurt and he was caught by five steel fingers.

Chu Chen, the legendary first waste of the Outer Sect, used extremely slow movements to control an Inner Sect disciple!

There was horror in the cold disciple's eyes, and he himself couldn't figure it out, his movements were as bright as lightning, why was Chu Chen clasping his wrist.

The severe pain in the wrist seemed to be crushed. While the cold disciple was so painful that he could not think, he felt a strong force carrying his body, pulling and pushing, and he flew out.

"Boom!"

While the cold disciple who flew more than ten meters fell heavily to the ground, everyone in the mission hall almost exclaimed.

"Which one of them is the outer disciple, who is the inner disciple, the strength difference is so much, is it a mistake!"

"What a domineering pusher, where is the little medicine saint, it is clearly the little martial saint!"

"I can't think of people like Xiaoyao Sheng, who shot so hard, don't bully the honest people in the future."

After pushing Fei's Yin Leng disciple, Chu Chen quickly walked to the middle-aged disciple who was hemoptysis. At this time, no one dared to stop Chu Chen at all.

The disciples looking for trouble all looked at Chu Chen with horrified eyes. The middle-aged disciple who vomited blood was obviously more stable and continued to pretend to be dying.

"I said, my business will be solved by myself. I only ask you a Wèntí, did you start vomiting blood after taking my hematopoietic pills?"

A faint color flashed in the middle-aged disciple’s eyes, and he nodded, "I was badly hurt by your fake medicine..."

After Chu Chen glanced over him, he said coldly, "It's the reason for me. The blood pill has caused too much blood in your body, and you have some congestion. If you vomit, you will be fine!"

"Boom!"

Without waiting for the middle-aged disciple to react, Chu Chen suddenly made a move and punched him hard in the chest. The middle-aged disciple's slightly raised body was directly crushed to the ground.

He opened his mouth violently, spouting a big mouthful of blood, and sprinkled a lot of blood on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the inner disciples who are getting up and those who are carrying stretchers change dramatically!

It's just that Chu Chen didn't give them a chance to react. He poke his fingers in the pool of blood spewed out by the man very quickly, pinching out a thin transparent film-like thing, and slowly extending it into the air. Let everyone around you see it.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation, but some disciples had already recognized what it was.

This is a blood pack. Obviously, the blood that the middle-aged disciple vomited before came from this.

"It's too shameless to use a blood bag to pretend to vomit blood and slander the little medicine saint."

"This kind of **** has blacked his conscience to ruin the reputation of the little medicine saint."

Chu Chen threw away the blood bag and asked in a cold voice, "Don't you want me to solve it? What is the solution, you guys say."

The middle-aged disciple's eyes flashed a bit of resentment, and then a forced smile was squeezed from his face, "It's okay...It's okay now, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Who said it was okay? You said it was okay? You said it was okay? After taking my medicine, I asked me to say it was okay. You are still vomiting up without vomiting, so you have to vomit!"

"Bah!" "Bah!" "Bah!"

Without a word, Chu Chen hit the middle-aged disciple with one punch after another, three consecutive punches, each of which was much heavier than the previous one. Everyone clearly heard the broken ribs. With the sound, the middle-aged disciple who was sticking to the ground heavily sprayed out blood, and the four disciples who stretched him were splashed with blood all over.

This time, everyone is Zhuīdào what he vomits is real blood! This time it was dying, almost unable to live.

The four disciples carrying the stretcher quickly exchanged their eyes and prepared to take action together, and the cold disciples also gathered around.

Chu Chen stood up slowly, "Since you have all taken my medicine, I will be responsible for letting you vomit all the bruises." As he spoke, he shot like electricity and punched hard.

"Bah!"

The tall disciple closest to Chu Chen didn't even hum, holding his belly, his whole body bent like dried shrimps because of the severe pain, and blood was still pouring out of his mouth.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

There was another muffled sound of two heavy boxing hits. The weapons in the disciples who were about to strike out on both sides shot away, vomiting blood, and the body whirled and flew out fiercely.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Every time Chu Chen punched, a disciple who vomited blood flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Of the several disciples, the cold disciple flew the farthest and vomited the most blood. He flew directly out of the mission hall and rolled out of the steps.

The audience in the mission hall was deadly silent, everyone was shocked. It was just a second for the little medicine saint to become a little martial saint.

With such a terrifying offensive power, being an enemy of him is simply looking for abuse. Is he really the legendary No. 1 outsider Chu Chen?

Maybe he really has the Kěnéng who can compete with Yao Jinghai!

"The pharmacist knows martial arts, and he can't stop it!"

"It's terrible~IndoMTL.com~This is probably the strongest foreign disciple in history."

"Is he really an outer disciple who just stepped into the spiritual water realm and only condensed a drop of spiritual water?"

Most of the male disciples in the mission hall looked at Chu Chen with monster-like eyes, while the female disciples had a good impression of Little Medicine Saint, and at this time they had more admiration in their eyes.

Senior Sister Chixia, who has been in the mission hall, ready to help Chu Chen, suddenly felt that she wanted to protect the little medicine saint too... ridiculous, how could the little medicine saint use her own protection, and thought of this Chixia A little bit of a loss.

"Leave a life for you because I don't like killing people." Chu Chen said lightly, "At the same time, let you bring your words, don't play with these useless things. Everyone will see the truth in the annual competition. , The location of the outer door, I am going to accept it."

As soon as Chu Chen said this, the few disciples who were severely injured and vomiting blood got up from the ground like an amnesty, staggered and helped each other to escape from the mission hall. As if nothing had happened, Chu Chen went back to the taskbar to use it on his own, taking up all the first-order refining tasks except for the beauty pill before leaving.