Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

There are many traditions in the Li Zi class.

Eating chili rice dumplings, ice water splashing festival, watching the moon after dueling at Lingjiu Mountain, Colosseum Trial, Sword Trial, one-on-one duel, one-on-many duel, poison testing and matching competition, strange tricks and tricks, etc. These traditions are either a form of joke or are designated by those who have won the first place in the major exams.

But there is one universally recognized, unshakable tradition that is passed down for a lifetime, which is the golden signboard of the Li Zi class.

Hunting Zhou Li.

Zhou Li is very strong, not only strong, but also mean. He is mean and has no taboos, and has all kinds of dirty tricks. Not only is his spiritual talent the best in the entire Li class, but he is also a genius among geniuses in the fields of poison, mechanisms, hidden weapons, tracking, and anti-tracking. In addition to arithmetic, Zhou Li can be said to be the top of the Li class, and he has considerable suppressive power in every aspect.

In the Lizi Class, where the saying "You can't survive without fighting" is practiced, being strong does not mean being surrounded by people and having many followers. On the contrary, because Zhou Li did too many things in the Sword Tomb, he made countless enemies but was never caught or blocked by anyone. This led to the accumulation of anger towards him and never released. Therefore, hunting Zhou Li became the ancestral method of the Lizi Class.

Of course, the old scholar couldn't let Zhou Li be hunted without limit every day, which would only waste his time and talent. Therefore, the old scholar stipulated that the twelfth of every month was a carnival day for hunting Zhou Li. On this day, as long as it was not class time, everyone in the Li character class could hunt Zhou Li without limit.

Today is not the 12th. If you want to attack Zhou Li on a day that is not a hunting day, you must abide by a principle, that is, a maximum of...

"Don't be so humorous."

Zhou Li looked at Wei Wuzhong who was holding a short knife and said cheerfully, "You don't use water magic, but a short knife. What's the difference between this and committing suicide?"

At most five people can attack Zhou Li at the same time.

Without saying anything, the young Wei Wuzhong took a step and rushed towards Zhou Li. At the same time, the sound of bows burst out from Zhou Li's side, and three blunt-headed arrows went straight to Zhou Li's chest, lower abdomen and ankles.

"clever."

Before his mind could react, his body had already moved. Zhou Li waved his right hand upwards, and the immortal spirit Qi condensed instantly, knocking the crossbows directly to the surroundings. At this moment, Wei Wuzhong, holding a short knife, had already rushed to Zhou Li's side. With an expressionless face, he swung the short knife and chopped Zhou Li's lower abdomen.

wave!

Zhou Li drew out his dagger and accurately sent the dagger flying. Wei Wuzhong's other hand, which was ready to strike, also formed a wave and blasted it towards Zhou Li's chest. Without any hesitation, Zhou Li leaned back and put his left hand on Wei Wuzhong's shoulder.

boom!
He violently swung the unprepared Wei Wuzhong in a semi-arc and smashed the table hard, smashing it to pieces. Ignoring Wei Wuzhong's groaning on the ground, Zhou Li dodged to the side and avoided the feather arrow tied with a thin rope.

"Huang Jun, aren't you tired of it?"

Zhou Li looked at the skinny boy crouching on a protruding beam, scratched his head, and said in distress: "Are you not tired of archery yet?"

The thin young man said nothing, but silently put the feather arrow on the bow, pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and three feather arrows swiftly pierced Zhou Li's legs and crotch.

Three metallic clanging sounds were heard. Zhou Li looked at the feather arrows at his feet, weighed the dagger in his hand, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face. "Oh? New stuff?"

The moment the words fell, there was a muffled sound behind Zhou Li, and a heavy punch hit his back directly.

"The king is unyielding."

The immortal energy entangled with the spiritual energy and absorbed most of the impact, but Zhou Li still stumbled forward. He turned his head and looked at the muscular and calm young man, and said with some nostalgia:

"Your brain isn't entirely made up of muscles right now."

The moment the words fell, a group of water needles gathered and pierced Zhou Li.

Wei Wuzhong, half paralyzed on the ground, used up his last bit of strength, his hands hanging limply by his side. He panted heavily, looking at Zhou Li who smashed all the water spikes with his dagger, a look of triumph flashed across his face.

"One, two...three." Zhou Li stretched out his hand, counting and pointing at a few people, "There are still a few people missing."

Tang Cen, who had not taken any action, put the dagger on Zhou Li's neck, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Old Zhou, don't blame me for turning against you today."

Tang Cen raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "It's your fault that you drank too much yesterday and vomited into my food bowl."

"Fuck me."

Zhou Li was immediately furious, "I told you that the groove was vomited by you, why don't you believe it?"

"I usually pass out after drinking half a bottle, so how can I have the strength to stand up, find the basin and vomit into it!"

Tang Cen became even angrier.

At the moment when the two of them were spitting at each other, Huang Jun bent his bow and drew his arrows again, and several feather arrows went straight to Zhou Li's lower back. Tang Cen slashed with the blunt sword in his hand, slashing at Zhou Li's shoulder.

One kick.

Zhou Li kicked Tang Cen directly, almost turning him into Tang Wan. Tang Cen, who was in great pain, had no time to think about why Zhou Li was so fast all of a sudden, and could only hold on to the chair and gasp for air. At this time, Wang Buqu's heavy punch was only half an inch away from Zhou Li, and the punch was as powerful as a tiger.

boom!
Turning around and punching, Zhou Li gritted his teeth and punched Wang Buqu hard. In an instant, a force spread like ripples around. Wang Buqu felt the huge force almost tore him apart, but he did not retreat at all, but just calmly and steadily punched again, intending to collide with the strong.

"Damn, you guys are really outrageous."

Zhou Li didn't want to get entangled with Wang Buqu at all, and took a few steps back while cursing, avoiding Wang Buqu's attack. At this moment, two feather arrows pierced Zhou Li's side, avoiding his body.

Missed the shot?
As soon as this thought appeared in Zhou Li's mind, it was extinguished in an instant.

Impossible. Huang Jun is the old scholar's grandson. Even if his father missed his target, he couldn't.

At this moment, Wei Wuzhong, who had stood up at some point, stood on the podium. Huang Jun, who was on the beam, threw down several thin wires gathered in his hand and threw them into Wei Wuzhong's hand.

"Old Wei, you are hiding here."

When Zhou Li saw the several iron wires in Wei Wuzhong's hand, a strange smile appeared on his face. He finally understood what these four people were going to do after such a long time of "layout".

At Zhou Li's feet, there were patches of water stains, all traces of Wei Wuzhong's previous water magic. Zhou Li's shoes were also soaked. In the water stains, one after another feather arrows connected with iron wires were quietly inserted into the floor, reflecting the light.

A girl with short wheat-ear colored hair walked out from behind Wei Wuzhong. She took the wires and a bright smile appeared on her lovely face.

"Sui Sui, I don't think I've ever offended you."

Facing this talented girl in spiritual magic who loved thunder magic the most, Zhou Li showed a bitter smile.

"uh-huh."

The girl smiled, stretched out her hand, and snapped her fingers.

Lightning surges. (End of this chapter)