Chapter 370 The History of Bitterness

"good!"

"Brother Liang, you did a great job!"

"Brother Liang is really mighty!"

"Junior brother, not bad!"

The disciples of Xiaoshan Sword Sect broke out waves of voices.

It's like it's a nature that the remaining teammates collectively deduct 666 after taking the first blood in one's own camp.

A smug smile appeared on Liang Qiu's face.

He turned his face and looked up.

Sect Master Zhou nodded lightly with a smile on his face.

Liang Qiu knew in his heart that he had indeed won this match beautifully.

Even if I don't say anything, don't want anything, Xiaoshan Sword Sect will not treat me badly in the next time.

Gao Ge didn't speak.

He looked at those Xiaoshan Sword Sect disciples who were jumping happily, with a very calm expression.

angry?

not at all.

The opponent has won, and happiness is inevitable.

Just like if Li Hui had won just now, he would definitely jump up excitedly at this moment, and by the way stand on a chair and dance a song C mile C mile to Sovereign Zhou.

He can guarantee that the other party will never be angry.

This is the privilege of the winner.

Who can say a word not convinced?

If you are not convinced, then you will be the winner!

Li Hui's performance was indeed not good.

Gao Ge suddenly realized that he had overlooked a problem.

The mentality of these people has not been adjusted at all.

Also, they never killed anyone.

Just like now, because of Li Hui's death, they fell into a state of desperation.

If they don't seize the time to adjust their mentality, then they will face the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, and the result may still not be very good.

Although he also saw that Xia Lu had talked a lot with the students of Haicheng Xiuxian Academy before, but he also knew in his heart that although Xia Lu's reasoning with them was somewhat useful, it could not be too useful.

In the final analysis, it still depends on their self-regulation.

This is something outsiders can't help.

And at this time.

The middle-aged man from Xiaoshan Jianzong started to read his name again.

Another student came out of Haicheng Xiuxian Academy.

Looking at the bright red blood left on the ground, his legs were trembling slightly.

From his face, what can be seen is timidity.

Gao Ge's heart sank.

This situation is very bad.

"Come on, Zhang Li, you are doing well!" The students of Haicheng Xiuxian College began to cheer for their classmates.

In fact, the effect is minimal.

It's a mental block.

Even the best psychiatrist can't help much at this time.

Tension took a deep breath.

He tried his best to calm down his mood at this time.

"What's the matter, little friend, are you scared?" The disciples photographed by Xiaoshan Sword Sect were also young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but they directly called Zhang Li a child.

It can be seen how little tension is taken seriously in his heart.

With Liang Qiu's good start, the disciples of Xiaoshan Sword Sect also realized that most of the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College are young people who have never seen blood.

A little bit of ruthlessness can scare their legs limp.

Before, the disciples of Xiaoshan Sword Sect made fun of this topic for a long time.

This is the tragedy of the loser.

Can only be laughed at by the victors.

"Li, if you don't kill him, he will kill you!" Xia Lu gritted her teeth.

Zhang Li turned his face away, glanced at Xia Lu, and then moved his gaze back.

Look at the opponent in front of you.

The other party's contemptuous eyes made him feel uncomfortable all over.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his eyes gradually changed.

Xiaoshan Sword Sect disciple frowned slightly.

He sensed a subtle change in the opponent's aura.

"When I was an ordinary student, when I was in school, many people, like you, thought I was a softie." Zhang Li said with a sneer.

"Isn't it?" Xiaoshan Jianzong's disciple smiled, disapproving.

Zhang Li smiled: "In the beginning, it was true. During class, they tripped me, and when I got up to answer the teacher's questions, they would pull my stool. When school was over, they would stop me and use a kind of In a very arrogant state, they asked me to borrow money, saying it was a loan, but they had no intention of paying it back."

Speaking of this, the expression on Zhang Li's face looked a bit bitter.

to him.

That was obviously a painful memory.

Everyone has a painful memory of their own.

"My family's conditions are not bad, so I can give them some money, but later, their appetites are getting bigger and bigger. At first, they only dared to ask me for one yuan, then ten yuan, one hundred yuan, and finally one thousand yuan. I have no money, so they beat me up. In fact, they are also bullied characters. They have to continue to pay tribute to the money they robbed from me." Zhang Li sneered, "Do you think they are very ridiculous?"

The disciple of Xiaoshan Sword Sect took a deep breath, and said coldly: "How long do you want to talk? To be honest, I don't have much time to listen to your bitter history."

Zhang Li laughed presumptuously: "Do you think that I am insinuating and scolding Huai, and that your life in Xiaoshan Jianzong is not satisfactory?"

The disciple of Xiaoshan Sword Sect has cold eyes.

Tension took a step forward.

"They also said, I'm a coward, and I couldn't take it anymore. I brought a dagger from home and stabbed him in the stomach. He didn't die, but it was very satisfying!" Zhang Li was filled with emotion, " If it wasn't for the fact that I suddenly became an immortal cultivator, perhaps the current me would have been locked in a prison cell and weeping behind bars."

"Shut up! You'd better go die!" Xiaoshan Jianzong's disciples rushed towards Zhang Li.

Tension's eyes remain unchanged, calm and peaceful.

Gao Ge clenched his fists tightly, excited about it.

President Zhou nodded slightly, turned to look at Fulong beside him, and said with a smile: "It seems that you students of Haicheng Xiuxian College are still very fast in self-regulation."

Fu Long smiled and said nothing.

He could see all the changes in tension.

Even if he didn't say anything, a blind man could tell that at this moment, he was proud to be the dean of Haicheng Xiuxian Academy.

The strength of tension is not weak.

It can be said that it is evenly matched with the disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect in front of him.

The two were fighting together and fighting.

With an angry shout, Zhang Li suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's sword.

Blood spilled.

When Xiaoshan Sword Sect disciples were still in a daze, Zhang Li showed a cruel smile on his face.

He raised his other hand and clenched it into a fist.

With a punch, he broke the wind and drove straight in.

Solidly, it hit the opponent's chest.

"click"

It was the sound of ribs breaking.

Tension sighs at you.

Listening to this sound, it is not as good as the sound of a dagger piercing through flesh and blood.

Xiaoshan Jianzong's disciples flew out.

Tension stepped forward and walked up again.