Chapter 370: History of bitterness

"it is good!"
"Liang Shixiong, beautiful!"
"Liang Shixiong is really mighty!"
"Teacher, yes!"
The disciples of the Jianshan ancestors broke out with a burst of sound.
It’s like a self-defense team who took a teammate and collectively buckled 666 is a nature.
Liang Qiu’s face also showed a smug smile.
He turned his face and looked up.
Zhou Zongzhuo nodded gently, smiling.
Liang Qiu knew in his heart that he really won this game.
Even if you don’t say anything, don’t do anything. In the next time, Lushan Jianzong will not treat himself.
Gao Ge did not speak.
He looked at the happy and fascinating Shaoshan Jianzong disciples, his expression was very calm.
Angry?
not at all.
The other party has won the victory, and happiness is inevitable.
Just like if Li Hui was out of victory, he will definitely jump up excitedly at this time, and he will stand in the chair and jump to C周C哩.
He can guarantee that the other party will never be angry.
This is the privilege of the winner.
Who can say that is not convinced?
Not convinced, then you are the winner!
Li Hui’s performance is really bad.
Gao Ge suddenly realized that he had overlooked a problem.
The mentality of these people has not been adjusted at all.
Moreover, they have never killed anyone.
Just like now, because of Li Hui’s death, they are trapped in a state of six gods.
If they don't take the time to adjust their mentality, then they will go to the disciples of Shangshan Mountain, I am afraid the results are still not very good.
Although he also saw a lot of students before Xia and Haicheng Xiuxian College, he also understood that Xia Wei said to them, although it is useful, but the use is not too big.
After all, it depends on their self-regulation.
This is something that outsiders can't help.
And this time.
The middle-aged man of Jianshan Jianzong began to read his name again.
In Haicheng Xiuxian College, another student came out.
Looking at the bright red blood left on the ground, his legs were shaking slightly.
From his face, he saw timidity.
The singer is sinking.
This situation is very bad.
"Come on, tension, you are good!" The students of Haicheng Xiuxian College began to cheer for their classmates.
In fact, the effect is minimal.
This is a psychological barrier.
Even the best psychiatrist can't help much at this time.
The tension took a deep breath.
He calmed his own mood as much as possible.
"What's wrong, boy, are you afraid?" The disciple who was shot by Jianshan Jianzong was not too old, but he was 17 or eight years old, but he directly called tension as a child.
It can be seen that in his heart, how much does not take tension seriously.
With the opening of Liang Qiu, the disciples of Lushan Jianzong also realized that most of the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College were small scorpions who had never seen blood.
A little bit more, you can scare their legs soft.
Before, the disciples of Lushan Jianzong, on this topic, laughed for a long time.
This is the sorrow of the loser.
Can only be laughed at by the winner.
"Tension, if you don't kill him, he will kill you!" Xia Yan said with a bite.
The tension turned to the face, looked at Xia Wei, and moved his eyes back.
Look at the opponent in front of you.
The contemptuous eyes of the other side made him feel uncomfortable.
He clenched his fists, biting his teeth, and his eyes gradually changed.
The Shaoshan Jianzong disciple frowned slightly.
He noticed the momentum on the other side and a subtle change is taking place.
"I am still an ordinary student. When I go to school, there are many people. Like you, I feel that I am a soft egg." Zhang sneered.
"Isn't it?" The disciple of Jianshan Jianzong smiled and did not agree.
Zhang smiled and smiled: "In the beginning, it was indeed. When they were in class, they fell on me. I got up to answer the teacher's question. They would lick my stool. When they were out of school, they would stop me and use a kind of Very arrogant, looking for me to borrow money, saying that I borrowed money, but they did not intend to pay back."
Having said that, the expression on the tension face is already bitter.
to him.
That is obviously a painful memory.
Everyone has a painful memory of their own.
"My family conditions are not bad, so I can give them some money, but then, their appetite is getting bigger and bigger. I only dared to ask for a dollar at first, then ten, one hundred dollars, and finally one thousand. Block, I have no money, they will yell at me. In fact, they are also being bullied. The money they grab from me has to continue to pay." Zhang sneered, "You said they are very ridiculous?"
The disciple of Lushan Jianzong took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "How long do you want to say? To be honest, I don't have the time to listen to your bitter history."
Tension relaxed and laughed: "Do you think that I am shooting in the sand and pointing to the mulberry, you are not satisfied with the Jianshan swordsmanship?"
The disciple of the sword of Lushan, his eyes are cold.
The tension went a step forward.
"They also said, I am a soft egg. In the end, I couldn't bear it. I brought a dagger from my house. Then I broke into his stomach. He didn't die, but it was also a big heart!" The tension was full of emotions. If it weren't because of it, I suddenly became a cultivator, maybe now I have been locked in a cell and sang a window of tears."
"Shut up! You still have to die!" The disciple of Shushan Jianzong rushed toward the tension.
The tension is the same, and it’s indifferent.
Gao Ge and his fists are clenched and excited.
Chief Zhou finally nodded slightly and turned to look at Fulong around him. He smiled and said: "It seems that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College, the speed of self-regulation is still very fast."
Fu Long laughed and said nothing.
He is looking at the change in tension.
Even if nothing is said in the mouth, but the blind man can see it, this moment, he is proud to be the dean of Haicheng Xiuxian College.
The strength of tension is not weak.
And the disciple of this Laoshan Jianzong in front of him can be said to be quite equal.
The two fight together and stifle.
With a sigh of anger, the tension suddenly reached out and grabbed the other's blade.
Blood spilled.
When the disciples of Jianshan in Lushan were still swearing at the gods, the tension on his face showed a cruel smile.
He lifted his other hand and made a fist.
A fist smashed in the past, breaking the wind and driving straight into the air.
Solidly, squatting on the opponent's chest.
"咔嚓"
This is the sound of rib fracture.
The tension sighed you.
This voice is listening, in the end, there is no sound when the dagger breaks the flesh and blood.
The disciple of Jianshan Jianzong flew out.
Tension took the step and went up again.