Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

Zhuo Yifan had a calm expression on his face, and he never thought of avoiding the opponent's attack at all.Seeing that the point of his knife was about to stab Zhuo Yifan's chest, the warrior showed a stern look in his eyes, and was faintly excited.But before he was happy, the tip of the knife that he thought could stab Zhuo Yifan's chest suddenly slanted and slid towards Zhuo Yifan's side, out of his control at all.It turned out that when the tip of the knife was about to pierce his chest, Zhuo Yifan shot quickly, but with a light flick on the tip of the knife, he deflected the direction the knife tip came from!

The whole body of the samurai rushed forward involuntarily due to inertia. Before he could retract the knife and move again, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then a distance made him fall back involuntarily. It flew out and hit the concrete floor heavily.

When the surrounding group of warriors and disciples saw this situation, it was too late to greet Zhuo Yifan, and a large group of people rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and the three of them.

The melee was on the verge of breaking out, but the scene was overwhelming.Zhuo Yifan laid several warriors on the ground in three or two strokes, holding a samurai sword that he snatched from some warrior in his hand, and stabbed three disciples who rushed up to him, and the blood flowed instantly. It spilled out, and the best condition of the three people who fell on the ground was also cut off with an arm.

Zhuo Yifan's killing skills made the disciples and warriors startled, but the fear in their eyes was quickly replaced by anger.It has to be said that the Bushido spirit of the islanders is indeed very strong. They know that they are going to die, but they still continue to fight.Zhuo Yifan didn't care about putting a high hat on others, since the other party wanted to die, he could only do it.The knife in his hand was so good that he could almost see the sword god clearly, as long as anyone who was within two meters of his body, there was no one who was not stabbed by Zhuo Yifan on the spot, and then kicked to the ground mercilessly!

In a blink of an eye, more than [-] people around Zhuo Yifan fell down, and the scene was quite shocking.

Although Chen Meili and Hou Qing were not as aggressive as Zhuo Yifan, they didn't show any affection at all.All the people who rushed up fell to the ground, and the achievements of the two were comparable to Zhuo Yifan's.

In this way, in less than a minute, the five or sixty people who had just rushed to the front yard all fell to the ground, and none of them could stand!

Just after clearing up this wave, more than 20 people came out from the backyard.Most of these people are middle-aged, with a hostile look on their brows. They all look like menacing people. Naturally, their lives are indispensable, not to mention the group of freshmen who were dealt with earlier. comparable!

"Who the hell are you guys?" A middle-aged man in the lead glanced at the disciples all over the floor, not knowing how many of them were still alive, his expression was extremely gloomy.

"Where's Beichen Pingchuan? If the old boy doesn't come out again, I don't mind killing all the people in your shit dojo!" Zhuo Yifan didn't answer the middle-aged man's words, but said coldly.

"What a big breath." The middle-aged man's nose was almost crooked, and when he was about to attack, he heard a middle-aged man next to him suddenly shouting: "He is Zhuo Yifan...he is the master who asked us to Those who deal with it!"

"Zhuo Yifan?" The middle-aged man came back to his senses, and couldn't help but look Zhuo Yifan up and down, showing a shocked expression.