Disciple, go down the mountain and harm your sister.

Zuo Mei snorted, stretched out the folding fan in her hand, tilted her head and squinted at Chu Yi.

"What do you want? Could it be that you want to attack me?" Chu Yi subconsciously stepped back.

Zuo Mei turned around and said coldly: "I don't want to cause trouble, and I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."

"you"

"How about this, give me all the pills, and let it go." Zuo Mei's arms stopped in the air, but Chu Yi tucked the square box in his arms after hearing this.

"You still think you can't grab it?" Chu Yi asked coldly.

"That's right, I just want to grab it!"

Chu Yi swallowed, he knew that this would be the result.

In the past, he might not be Zuo Mei's opponent, but not necessarily now.

"If you want to take the pill from me, unless you kill me." Chu Yi narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Zuo Mei withdrew her fan, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. He didn't expect Chu Yi to be so difficult.But his natural arrogance made him unable to tolerate the boy who was half a head shorter than himself talking to him like this. What's more, the expression of Chu Yi and Pang An hit it off made him feel a little sullen, and he couldn't tell where this feeling came from Come, but, if Chu Yi talks to him like this, it won't work!

"In that case, then I don't mind using force to take the elixir from your hand. Let's see what happens." Zuo Mei shouted angrily, flapped the folding fan in her hand, and rushed towards Chu Yi.

Chu Yi's expression froze, he hugged the square box tightly in his arms, and showed a bleeding sword in his other hand, and quickly parried.

Suddenly violent fluctuations of spiritual power emerged from Zuo Mei's body, and the folding fan in her hand kept leaving afterimages in the air.

"So fast!" Chu Yi was secretly startled.

At this moment, Zuo Mei had already flashed in front of Chu Yi, and the folding fan hit Chu Yi's face, while the other hand was already stretched out into Chu Yi's arms.

"Don't think about it!"

Chu Yi stretched the blood sword in his hand forward, stepped back with his right foot randomly, leaned back slightly, and blocked the folding fan.

Zuo Mei swung the folding fan away in an instant, and Chu Yi suddenly felt like some fireflies were flickering in front of him, and when he was distracted, he suddenly found his arms tightened.

"Not good!" Chu Yi was secretly startled.

Randomly hugged the box even more tightly, took a sudden step backwards, twisted his waist, and suddenly rotated the blood sword in his hand, forming a thrusting posture.

The whole movement was done in one go, and in the blink of an eye, Zuo Mei in front of her was shaken away.

That Zuo Mei became furious, she slammed the folding fan in her hand, and took out a piece of yellowed talisman paper from her bosom.

Chu Yi's expression froze, and he focused on Zuo Mei's movements.

Zuo Mei pasted the talisman paper in her hand on the side of the folding fan, and waved the fan away while murmuring words. With a bang, the folding fan in Zuo Mei's hand became several times larger.

"This"

The situation in front of him was beyond Chu Yi's understanding. The fan flew towards him like a sharp blade. Chu Yi tried his best to turn his spiritual power, and put the long sword in his hand in front of him, trying to block Zuo Mei's blow.

"when"

The folding fan hit the sword in front of Chu Yi heavily like metal, and Chu Yi suddenly felt as if he was being pressed down by a boulder, his chest was heavy and he couldn't breathe at all.

Chu Yi stepped on his left foot, dropped the long sword in his hand, then slid "shua", dodged to Zuo Mei's side, then took something from the air, sucked the long sword into his hand, stepped forward fiercely, stabbed heavily .

Zuo Mei had already expected that Chu Yi would do something, so she sneered and opened her palms, only to see the flying fan draw a beautiful arc in the air, and hit her again.

This indomitable momentum made Chu Yi suddenly at a loss. Chu Yi's action caught Zuo Mei's arms. Zuo Mei and Chu Yi were only half a meter away. Zuo Mei dodged the stabbing long sword, and then bowed to the side. Shan, stretched out his hand to Chu Yi's arms again.

Chu Yi had already expected Zuo Mei's thoughts, and threw the long sword in his hand towards the flying fan in the air, and then he leapt forward, directly stepping a foot away.

Chu Yi learned to fight with Lin Qingying since he was a child, and he can easily grasp all kinds of boxing and palm techniques.

Thinking of this, Chu Yi put his fingers together, and moved the long sword in the air suddenly, and the flying fan flew into the air and flew behind Chu Yi.

It is now!

Chu Yi turned his fingers into palms, leaped upwards, and jumped directly on top of Zuo Mei's head.

"Take over!"

Zuo Mei snorted coldly, her body leaped forward like a cheetah, the speed even Chu Yi didn't expect.

"how come"

Chu Yi couldn't help being shocked, Zuo Mei's speed seemed to be faster than her own, and moreover, her momentum seemed to be stronger than her own.

Chu Yi turned around in an instant, grasped the long sword in the air, and immediately looked into the air.

Sure enough, Zuo Mei had already jumped into the air to catch the folding fan, and the folding fan closed with a snap, shaped like a long stick, and Zuo Mei held it tightly in her hand.

Chu Yi didn't have time to think about it, and went straight to meet him with a long sword, but unfortunately, Zuo Mei seemed to avoid herself intentionally, and this sword missed.

Zuo Mei dodged behind Chu Yi, and slammed down the folding fan in her hand.

Seeing the opportunity, Chu Yi flew forward, and kicked straight up on the stick-shaped folding fan. Suddenly, Chu Yi found that his legs seemed to be anesthetized, and he had no feeling at all.

Zuo Mei gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Don't give it to me yet!"

"Unless I Die"

He didn't really want to call out the spirit mist, after all, with his current cultivation base, every time he used it, he would have to recover for a few days. He wanted to win by himself without relying on this spirit field!

Chu Yi flipped back, but heard a crisp "click" in the air.

"Oops! The lock is open." Chu Yi was shocked.

In an instant, a hundred Sanhuadans fell to the ground profusely.

Chu Yi was suddenly anxious, turned around, and tried to catch the elixir in the air, but it was too late.

"Hahaha I asked you to give it to me earlier, it's better now, the pills are all destroyed, why bother?" Zuo Mei laughed wildly, her face distorted and ugly.

Chu Yi frantically picked up the elixirs around him, Zuo Mei's voice kept resounding in his ears, and all maroon elixirs appeared in Chu Yi's vision.

"Pa" A cloth shoe appeared in front of Chu Yi, and under the cloth shoe was a pill covered with dust.

The movements in Chu Yi's hands stopped abruptly.

"What? Pick it up! Why don't you pick it up?" Zuo Mei mocked coldly, her tone full of complacency.

"Take your feet away," Chu Yi stopped and said calmly.

Zuo Mei seemed to hear a joke and said sharply: "What?"

Chu Yi got up lightly, put the pill in his hand into the box in his arms, and said word by word: "Take your feet away."

"Unless I die." Zuo Mei's voice was completely different from before, replaced by a cold one.

Chu Yi clenched his right fist, and suddenly felt a surge of spiritual power in his body. This spiritual power was different from his own spiritual power, and it seemed to carry a strong killing intent.

He didn't notice it at all at this time, his eyes were red, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.