1713: C1713 The Instructor Is Dead

C1713 The Instructor Is Dead

"Instructor, I heard that Old Master Zhao's son was beaten up. I believe you should know about this as well?" The elder smiled and asked the instructor, after all, the Zhao family was a reputable figure in the capital, so whatever happened to them, it would naturally cause a lot of trouble. If the instructor didn't know about this, then it would be weird, because he had already heard many rumors along the way about the son of the Zhao family getting beaten up.

"Zhao Family? What kind of big family is the Zhao Family, is it worth for you to personally step in? " The instructor smiled, drank a cup of wine, and asked the old man.

The old man put down his wine cup, clearly angry at the instructor's words.

"Instructor, you're actually so arrogant after not seeing you for so many years. It seems like some of the issues at the border haven't been resolved yet." The old man smiled and said to the instructor.

"No matter what, it's not right. I have always had this sort of attitude toward people like you. I believe that you should know about it before." The instructor laughed.

"You!" When a man with a golden hairpin behind the old man heard that the instructor was disrespectful to his master, he immediately rushed towards the instructor and placed the sword on the instructor's neck.

"He's still young after all, there's no need to be so impulsive, right? I was just chatting a little with your master. It's been so many years since I last saw you. Zhong Ming smiled and asked the man with the golden hairpin.

The old man called out to the man with the golden hairpin and he looked behind him. Although he was a bit flustered and exasperated, there was nothing he could do. He understood what his master meant.

"Instructor, looks like you know about this. I advise you to quickly reveal the person. It seems that you don't look too good either. After you expose him, you can go back and rest. I won't bother with small matters like this."

The instructor frowned. He could clearly hear that this old man was threatening him.

"I said I don't know. You guys hurry up and leave, don't disturb my drinking." The instructor raised his glass and drank the wine once more.

"Since the instructor is unwilling to say, then we can only do it ourselves." The old man smiled and looked at the disciples behind him, then said to the disciples: "Search! Even if I have to turn this entire inn upside down, I have to find the person I am looking for and don't let go of every single corner! "

The instructor put down his wine cup and took out his sword. The word 'Capital' impressively appeared on his treasured blade.

"I want to see who dares to take a step forward!" The instructor shouted sternly and pointed his sword in the direction of the old man.

As soon as the instructor raised his sword, the surrounding Karakorum Savant disciples also drew their sword and pointed it towards the instructor's direction.

"Aiyo, Instructor. Since he's not here, why don't you let us search him? It looks like you are related to that group of people as well? " The old man stood up from his seat with a smile and said with a charming smile.

"Cut the crap. It's been a long time since my treasured sword opened up a meat dish. I want to see which top disciple of Karakorum would dare to take a step forward. It just so happens that today my treasured sword will!" The instructor said to the old man with a savage expression.

"Search!" Kill those who block you! " The old man shouted at his disciple.

After the top disciples of the Kunlun Mountains heard their master's order, their faces revealed a charming smile, and they rushed up to the rooftop.

The instructor took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the neck of a peak Karakorum disciple. With a single blade strike, a peak Karakorum disciple collapsed in front of the old man.

"You're crazy! "He dares to kill our top Kunlun disciples? Good, the first few years we went out of our way, he really has a lot of talent. Kill him for me!" The old man gave the order and shouted to the Karakorum disciples beside him.

"Yes sir!"

The Karakorum top disciple nodded and rushed towards the instructor's direction.

The instructor's body was like a swimming dragon, his mind wandered between the gaps of the top Kunlun disciples. With a few more slashes, several top Kunlun disciples fell in front of the old man.

"I think you're courting death!" The old man took out his treasured sword, and in a flash, arrived behind the instructor. He directly inserted the treasured sword into the instructor's body.

The instructor's body went limp and he stabbed his sword into the ground to support his body. The corners of his mouth turned bright red.

"Hehe, since you don't want to live anymore, I'll grant you that wish. No need to thank me." The old man smiled as he withdrew the treasured sword from the instructor's body.

"You bunch of bastards, someone will punish you sooner or later!" The instructor panted heavily as he spoke to the old man with a savage expression.

"But it hasn't appeared yet?" The old man smiled and said to the instructor.

Finished speaking, he fiercely inserted the treasured sword into the instructor's body and pulled it out again. After a few rounds, the instructor was finally unable to continue and the treasured sword in his hand slowly fell off and his body also began to soften.

"Brat, this is what I'm paying you back!" After the instructor finished speaking, he instantly lost all feeling and his body fell to the ground, motionless.

"Hehe, looks like this brat is still hiding in the inn like a coward!" "Find it for me!" The old man smiled and shouted to the disciples.

"Yes, Master!" The disciples of the golden hairpin spoke to their masters in unison before flying upstairs to search.

Zhong Ming took a deep breath and pulled out the sword in his hand. Since it was impossible to hide now, he could only bite the bullet and fight these guys!

Zhong Ming rushed downstairs, then took out his treasured sword and started killing in every direction!

"Hehe, this kid has finally come out."

"It's him! He's the one who fooled my son!" When the Old Master of the Zhao Family saw Zhong Ming, he shouted to the old man excitedly.

"I know, I'm not deaf yet. Be quiet!" The elder rolled his eyes at the Zhao Family Patriarch and said unhappily.

Several of the golden hairpin disciples surrounded Zhong Ming. Then, they drew out their treasured swords and rushed towards Zhong Ming's direction.

Zhong Ming turned around, and the treasured sword in his hand seemed to come to life as he put down all the top disciples beside him.

The treasured sword in Zhong Ming's hand spun crazily, his clothes and floor were already dyed red with blood, it could be said that blood was flowing like a river!

Before long, all the disciples had fallen to the ground and stopped moving.

The old man was slightly surprised. He did not expect Zhong Ming to be so powerful. His disciple was killed by Zhong Ming alone!

"Lad, something." The old man calmly took out his sword and stabbed towards Zhong Ming.

At this moment, Zhong Ming's eyes were already bloodshot. He would kill anyone he saw and his eyes would also turn red as if he had gone mad.

Seeing the old man charge over, Zhong Ming naturally drew his sword and killed him. However, after a few rounds, he was defeated.

"Youngster, the older the wiser, hurry up and tell me where Han Xue'er is!" The old man frowned and asked Zhong Ming.

"Han Xue'er?" What does Han Xue'er have to do with you? I want to kill all of you at the peak of Karakorum! " Zhong Ming shouted and continued to attack the old man.

The old man smiled and rushed towards Zhong Ming. He cut off the tendons in Zhong Ming's hand with one slash and then quickly ran behind Zhong Ming. He also cut off the tendons in Zhong Ming's feet and stabbed towards Zhong Ming's abdomen.

Zhong Ming's vision darkened and he instantly lost consciousness.

"Alright, little brat, you have such a day!" Noticing Zhong Ming falling to the ground and not getting up, the Old Master of the Zhao Family spat out a mouthful of blood and walked towards Zhong Ming.

Who knew that Zhong Ming's muscle memory would cause him to instantly pull out his saber and viciously thrust it in the direction of Old Master Zhao.

The old master of the Zhao Clan also fell to the ground. As he was already old, he had already lost his breath after a short while.

"This... He asked for it, it has nothing to do with me. " The old man looked at Tang Ruubai behind him and spoke to him.

Tang Ruubai sucked in a breath of cold air. Perhaps this was the martial arts world, a place filled with blood, blood, and gore!

"What should we do now?" Tang Ruubai pretended to be calm as he asked the old man.

"Since this kid is already dead, it has nothing to do with us. As for Han Xue'er, we'll just let it be. I believe that without this kid's help, Han Xue'er that guy won't be able to live for long." The old man smiled, then put away his sword and left the inn.

Tang Ruobai looked at the collapsed Zhong Ming and sighed. She then helped Zhong Ming up and put him on the bed.

"Whether or not you can live will depend on your own good fortune." Tang Ruubai helplessly sighed, and then left the inn.

At this moment, the waiter slowly walked out of the inn. When he saw the river of blood flowing out of the inn, his legs instantly softened and he fainted.

Han Xue'er heard that there was no movement outside and quickly found Zhong Ming. Seeing Zhong Ming's appearance, she couldn't help crying.0

"What do we do!?" "Zhong Ming, wake up quickly, don't die!"

Just at this moment, an old man appeared at the inn. When he saw the river of blood on the ground, he felt that something was wrong, so he flew up to the second floor.

Ye Zichen followed the sound and found the room Zhong Ming was in.

After opening the door, he saw Han Xue'er crying beside Zhong Ming.

Han Xue'er raised her head and saw that it was actually Ye Feng, who had been assigned to take the test for Zhong Ming!

One must know that Ye Feng was a well-known alchemist and if he received help from Ye Feng, Zhong Ming might be able to come back to life.

"Grandpa Ye Feng, quickly save him!" Zhong Ming doesn't seem to be able to hold on anymore! " When Han Xue'er saw Ye Feng, she quickly knelt beside Ye Feng and begged.

"What happened?" After all, blood was flowing like a river outside, and this matter was definitely not simple, not to mention, there were disciples of the Kunlun peak outside!

"Zhong Ming and the people at the top of Kunlun Empire had a conflict, it's all because of me! It's all because of me! " Han Xue'er said to Ye Feng in pain.

"Don't worry, let me see what's going on with Zhong Ming." Ye Feng let out a sigh and walked next to Zhong Ming, he used his hand to check Zhong Ming's breath, after that, Ye Feng relaxed a little bit, but fortunately, Zhong Ming still had one breath left, as long as he had a chance at survival, if he didn't have a breath left, then Zhong Ming would be really done for.

Ye Feng comforted Han Xue'er and said: "Don't worry, Zhong Ming is still alive. It's not like he can't be treated."

"Thank you Grandpa Ye Feng, thank you Grandpa Ye Feng." Han Xue'er said to Ye Feng with a sobbing tone.

"If it wasn't for Zhong Ming's special refining ability, I wouldn't have saved him. He also has that kind of life!" Ye Feng nodded at Han Xue'er, took out a pill and put it in Zhong Ming's mouth.

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