After traveling to the world of cultivation, it seems that I am still in college

Ju Jifeng saw from a distance that his favorite student was working like a slave for Qin Shuxue, and he couldn't help but feel that his disciple was very hypocritical. He, the master, never served him, but was so attentive to a little girl. It was simply a textbook example of a love-brained person.

He couldn't bear to see his disciple suffer such injustice, so he waved his hand and called Heng Li over.

Heng Li looked puzzled, but he was reluctant to let Qin Shuxue carry the bag. He walked up to Ju Jifeng with the bag on his back and said with a disrespectful expression, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

Ju Jifeng touched his head lovingly: "Hengli, people should be good to themselves. We can't be like that cheap labor, right? In this way, you come to carry my luggage and fulfill your filial duty, so you won't be considered cheap labor."

Heng Li was so bored that he came here to listen to nonsense. He rolled his eyes and said, "Master, why don't you just give me a flying magic weapon? You don't love your disciple enough. You would rather give it to that villain Ying Yong than to me."

What was this kid saying in broad daylight? Ju Jifeng glanced at the carriage beside him in panic. As Lin Yi's disciple and the sect's distinguished guest of honor, he was naturally traveling with the sect leader and others.

As the saying goes, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to come. Ying Yong obviously heard Heng Li's words, and he even dared to lift the curtain of the car to take a look. He really didn't take his own life seriously.

Although everyone had to wear school uniforms to show their faction when they arrived at Liuli Palace, Ying Yong didn't know whether he wanted to show his identity or to show off, so he wore a very complicated and complicated outfit. The bright yellow color dazzled Hengli's eyes. Seeing that this man dared to come out and confront him, he ignored Ju Jifeng's obstruction and said viciously: "Master, my sect has always been on good terms with the royal family, but this time you sent such a thing that no one cares about. Do you no longer take my Chongyun Sect seriously?"

Ying Yong paused. Heng Li dared to step on his minefield. He wanted to endure it for Qin Shuxue's sake, but now he couldn't stand it at all: "Although I don't have a high status, my words are more useful than yours."

"Hey, you only know how to use your status to pressure others, no wonder you are hated by others."

Ju Jifeng stared at his apprentice in amazement. Although Hengli usually said no nice things, he was not as harsh as he was now. He had always thought that Hengli's style was to stop talking when he could take action? And he was not on good terms with the prince. If this got out, how would Chongyun Sect deal with it?

He quickly stood between the two people, protecting Heng Li and said, "Heng Li, don't you remember what I taught you every day? As my master's disciple, you must always pay attention to your words and actions."

Ju Jifeng was well-known for protecting his disciple - after all, he was on the side of his own disciple. It would be best if he could scold Ying Yong a few times to calm him down. If that didn't work, he could just beat Ying Yong until he lost his memory.

Ying Yong would not report this to the emperor. He just wanted to fight with Heng Li: "I am a disciple of Chongyun Sect. Sect Master, there is no need to be nervous. It is normal for disciples to have some minor conflicts. We can just deal with it between the two of us."

Ju Jifeng thought about it and decided not to stop him if Ying Yong insisted, after all, there was no way Heng Li could lose. But are you sure you want to fight here, so that everyone can gather and enjoy the magic show? ?

Heng Li had exactly this idea. He wanted to let everyone see how he defeated Ying Yong. If he continued to fight in Liuli Palace, it would be somewhat embarrassing for his own faction.

Ying Yong took out the rope dart and prepared it. Heng Li snorted and put down his bag. He didn't even bother to prepare with him and just raised his hand to hit him. Neither of them said anything. Ying Yong knew that he was going to be beaten, but he couldn't just stand there. He swung the rope dart and wrapped it around Heng Li's hand.

Although the weapon was not heroic, Ying Yong had practiced it before, and he grabbed Heng Li's arm and immediately stabbed into his flesh. Heng Li grabbed the rope and pulled it back, causing Ying Yong to stagger. He looked up and asked in confusion, "Aren't you hurt?"

He had to teach this bastard a lesson, no matter how painful it was. Thinking of this, Heng Li raised his foot and kicked Ying Yong in the chest. Ying Yong quickly let go and stepped back, and the weapon was caught by Heng Li. He defeated his weapon with just one move, and Ying Yong's face turned red and white, which was very ugly.

Heng Li pulled the rope dart out of his arm, threw it behind him, and attacked Ying Yong again. Ying Yong could only fight back with his fists and feet. After more than ten moves, Heng Li's arms could no longer hold out. So Heng Li stopped fighting immediately, slid behind Ying Yong, and hit him in the lower back.

After all, Ying Yong was no show-off. When he saw Heng Li dodge, he knew he was going to sneak attack. He jumped up to avoid the punch and kicked Heng Li in the air. Heng Li could only raise his hands to protect his head, and was kicked several steps away by Ying Yong.

Now it was Heng Li who looked unhappy. He tried to grab Ying Yong's ankle, but he could have grabbed it, but Ying Yong's robe was slippery and he couldn't use any strength. He slipped away as soon as he tried. Ying Yong was also startled, and only he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Heng Li didn't succeed, and landed steadily on the ground.

If this battle drags on, he might be the winner. Ying Yong looked at Heng Li's arm. Blood was already flowing down, dripping onto the ground with a sound of dripping.

Ju Jifeng was not worried when he saw Heng Li injured. If he couldn't cure such a minor injury, how could his Chongyun Sect survive? He just hoped that his disciple could win. Fighting within the sect was not considered a fight against the royal family.

Of course Heng Li was going to win. He pounced on Ying Yong as soon as he landed on the ground and kicked him. He knocked him to the ground with a sweeping kick and immediately used earth magic to wrap up Ying Yong.

Ying Yong struggled desperately inside, summoning a fierce stream of water to break open a hole, and got out in a mess, his clothes were all covered with mud, not noble at all. Ying Yong really couldn't stand it anymore, what was the difference between this and humiliation, and cursed: "Come on, don't use magic, it's probably not pleasant to hit people like this, can't you just fight me with your fists and feet?"

"Okay." Before Ying Yong finished speaking, Heng Li suddenly punched him. Ying Yong quickly raised his hand to block it. Fortunately, it didn't hit his face. Heng Li was bleeding and still so strong. He was not afraid of the wound breaking. Did he want to show it to Qin Shuxue to gain sympathy? What a cunning Heng Li! Ying Yong thought with gritted teeth and decided not to give Heng Li this opportunity. He shouted and went to meet him.

Heng Li snorted, and instead of kneeling down to beg for mercy, he became even more arrogant, and immediately threw another punch to block Ying Yong's attack, and his other hand went straight to hit Ying Yong's stomach. Ying Yong blocked the attack, and took advantage of the situation to grab Heng Li, putting him in a dilemma, and directly kicked him in the lower body.

The two men fought fiercely. Both were so angry that they had to teach the other a lesson. Their eyes turned red and they no longer fought skillfully. They just punched each other. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was particularly loud.