Chapter 2187: Waste?

The injury in the middle of the week was really serious. This coma was a week's time. Thanks to the practice of the law of life in the middle of the week to the Dzogchen, the law of life can slowly nourish oneself and finally wake up.
"Where is this?" Looking around in the middle of the week, this is an unfamiliar room. The two girls were throwing towels in the basin. When they turned back and saw that they were awake in the middle of the week, they were immediately happy.
"Are you awake? I'm going to inform the elder!" The girl with a Guazi face put down the towel and hurried out.
The girl with the oval face came over with a towel and handed it to Zhou Zhong, and asked concerned: "My son, you have been in a coma for a week. Are you better now?"
Zhong Zhou took the towel and wiped his face, nodded and said, "Thank you, I'm much better already, may I ask where is this?"
Seeing the dull look in the middle of the week, the girl with the oval face suddenly smiled and said: "My son, this is the Battle Star Sect. Our master is the elder Yang Zhipeng of the Battle Star Sect. The elder saved you."
Zhou Zhong gradually remembered what happened before the coma. He remembered that Yang Zhipeng shot and stopped Wang Hao before he fell into a coma. It seems that this elder Yang has a strong cultivation base and can bring him out of the Wanxing Sect.
At this time, Yang Zhipeng walked in with Lu Xingshi and other apprentices, and when he saw Zhou Zhong wake up, he smiled and asked, "Boy, how do you feel?"
Zhou Zhong got up and thanked Yang Zhipeng: "Thank you, senior, for helping me. The kid feels much better."
Yang Zhipeng nodded slightly and praised the middle of the week: "Boy, you performed very well in Wanxingzong. From today on, you will be my apprentice of Yang Zhipeng. Just stay here and practice! How is your injury recovered?"
Zhou Zhong said, "Thank you elder, but my injury is very serious, and my meridians are broken. I am afraid I can only exert my strength in the supernatural period."
"What?" Yang Zhipeng's face changed instantly when he heard this, he grabbed Zhou Zhong's wrist and checked it. When he saw that Zhou Zhong's injury was so severe, Yang Zhipeng was speechless for a long time, stood up and said coldly, "You should recover first. ."
After speaking, he said to the oval-faced girl: "You will take care of him in the future!" Then he strode out of the room without saying anything else.
The middle of the week was a bit inexplicable. I didn't know what Elder Yang said and changed his face. He laughed before, and suddenly he left.
But Lu Xingshi and the others can understand why Master left in anger. Master brought this boy back because he fancyed the boy’s talent cultivation base. I wanted to focus on training mid-week, but now I find that this boy is a waste. It's ridiculous, the people who sweep the floor in the Battle Star Sect are all in the supernatural stage of cultivation, and this kid will be smashed into the cold palace in the future.
The Guazi-faced girl was also relieved at this time, and said contemptuously to the oval-faced girl: "Xiaoying, you will be miserable in the future. You were even assigned to a cripple. Fortunately, the elder didn't let me give it to him!"
The oval-faced girl Xiaoying said worriedly: "Xiaomei, don't say that about the son, he is injured and will get better soon."
"Xiaoying, come on, his injury can't be recovered at all, he must be a worthless person. If you are unlucky, you have followed such a master." Xiaomei said with a triumphant smile, her face full of gloat.
"Okay! Just do what you should do, there is nothing to look at here!" Lu Xingshi said with a sneer, and there is no threat to him now in the middle of the week, and what remains is just a waste.
So none of the disciples greeted midweek, and left the room one after another.
Zhou Zhong didn't mind this at all, these people didn't bother him, he just wanted to be quiet, and now he needs to heal his injuries! The restoration of the cultivation base as soon as possible.
"My son, don't pay attention to what they say, your injury will be healed!" Xiaoying was afraid that Zhou Zhong would be hit and she would never recover, and she encouraged Zhou Zhong.
Midweek laughed and said gratefully to the girl: "Thank you Xiaoying, you go to rest, I don't need to take care of it, I will heal now."
"I'm with the son." Xiaoying said very well-behaved.
Zhou Zhong was about to meditate and heal his injuries. At this time, a group of evil slaves rushed in. After they came in, they arrogantly yelled at Zhou Zhong and the two men: "A who dares to live in such a good yard, shameless? Is there no self-knowledge? Get out, this is not for you to live in this kind of trash!"
Zhou Zhong opened his eyes suddenly, and a purple light flashed, looking at the evil slave headed coldly.
"Damn, what are you looking at? Believe it or not, I dug out your eyeballs?" The leader of the evil slave saw Zhou Zhong and dared to stare at him. He immediately yelled at him. He knew that the middle of the week was a waste now, so he didn't put the middle of the week at all. In the eyes.
Zhou Zhong gave a cold snort, suddenly grabbed the wrist of the lead slave and twisted it down.
"what!"
The evil slave screamed, sweating constantly on his painful forehead, trying to resist Zhou Zhong, but found that Zhou Zhong was extremely powerful, and his initial cultivation base of Tianhe was completely useless!
"The son, stop, he is the housekeeper! It will happen if you hit him!" Xiaoying suddenly exclaimed when Zhou Zhong had caught the housekeeper, her face was full of fear.
Other evil slaves also surrounded Zhou Zhong and shouted: "Boy, are you looking for death, let go of the housekeeper!"