Domineering

Chapter 8
Chu Xisheng's first thought was to seek help from the martial arts instructors on duty in the building.

But what made Chu Xisheng feel cold was that the attitude of the two martial arts instructors he found along the corridor was very cold.

"They want to harm you? Do you have any real evidence?"

"I think you are hysterical. They are all your brothers and sisters. How could they be hostile to you?"

Chu Xisheng saw disdain and pity in the eyes of these two people.

Seeing this, the teenagers in the back became even more unscrupulous, each with fierce eyes, approaching Chu Xisheng with smiles on their faces.

There are nine of them in total, all of different heights, short, fat, and thin, but without exception, they are all strong and strong.

Chu Xisheng sighed secretly, knowing that she could only rely on herself.

He conveniently picked up a wooden stick used to make scrolls on the nearby bookshelf.This is made of black iron wood, which is not easy to handle and quite heavy.

Chu Xisheng's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about the solution to these people.

It will definitely not work if you carry it head-on.

The strength of these inner disciples who have just been promoted is not much different. Martial arts are at the level of the first glimpse of the door, and the Yangyuan Gong will not exceed the first level.

There are some exceptionally talented people whose strength can reach the realm of 'Ninth Grade Lower', but they are very few.

In terms of fighting alone, Chu Xisheng was confident that he would not lose, but there were nine opponents.

No matter how fast Chu Xisheng's sword was, he couldn't knock them all down in an instant.

What's more, in his hand, it was just a heavy wooden stick.

Therefore, it is necessary to find a narrow alleyway to meet the enemy. In this way, no matter how many opponents there are, there is only one person who can fight him head-on.

Only by maintaining a one-on-one situation can he have a chance of winning.

If it doesn't work, you can also spend one martial arts point to buy a 'Divine Power Pill' from the martial arts treasure house.

It can temporarily increase his strength by twice, his speed by [-]%, and his reaction by [-]%, which is enough to make him invincible.

Chu Xisheng was determined, and immediately ran wildly, and ran out of the encirclement before those young men encircled him, and ran up the stairs with all his strength.

Those teenagers were caught off guard and took half a beat to react.

"Chase!"

The nine people followed behind one after another, catching up to the stairs like crazy tigers.

Just after they left, many inner disciples around were also alarmed and gathered together.

They looked at the stairs suspiciously, talking a lot.

"what happened?"

"I recognize the ones in the back, they all belong to the Haiqing Gang at Chengdong Wharf."

"The person being chased is called Chu Xisheng, the one who almost cut off the hands of the second youngest of the Long family yesterday. These members of the Haiqing Gang should have received money from the Long family and came to trouble Chu Xisheng today."

"Chu Xisheng? I heard that this guy's sword skills are very fast. The owner of Lei Guan personally commented that his talent is not inferior to Li Fenglai, the chief of the true biography. But this time he is miserable. Those people are all good players raised by the Haiqing gang, and their strength is close At the ninth rank, two fists are no match for four hands."

"It's a pity, I'm afraid this person will be abolished. I heard that three years ago, a person offended someone. His hands were broken in the library, but it was reported that he fell down the stairs. He testified, the matter can only be let go."

"Don't you care about the teaching in the building? It's too dark."

"Shut up, if you don't want to hang out in the martial arts hall, just keep talking."

Chu Xisheng ran to the third floor and ran straight to the left.

He saw a small corridor in the east corner on the left side of this floor. The entrance was about four feet wide, and only two people could pass through it at most. It was the most suitable place for him to fight.

While running, Chu Xisheng was secretly puzzled.

He didn't even see a martial arts teacher along the way.

There was nothing in all directions, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Is there no one on this floor?Didn't teach the martial arts master to be on duty?

The moment Chu Xisheng ran into the corner of the corridor on the left, nine wolf-like teenagers rushed up the stairs one after another.

They looked around, looking for Chu Xisheng.

"Where did this guy go?"

This is a tall and fat boy. He also held a wooden stick in his hand, and looked around with cold eyes: "Bastard! He runs quite fast."

Another boy with eyes like copper bells and a bearded face was also looking around: "Look around, it should be on this floor, I didn't hear him going upstairs just now. The other two stairs have ours. People blocked him, so he couldn't get down.

Don't rush to act after you find someone, this guy's swordsmanship is sharp, we are not his opponent if we fight alone—"

The bearded boy's voice stopped abruptly, and they saw a figure coming out of the next room.

This is a handsome man, wearing a red crown, his face is as white as jade, and his lips are like blood.

Between his eyebrows, there was a blue mark like a sword.

After the man walked out of the room, he looked at them blankly, as if he was looking at the garbage blocking the way, with a hint of boredom in his eyes.

The fat boy was annoyed that he couldn't find anyone, so he glared at him immediately: "What are you looking at? Haiqing is doing things for me, get the hell out of here!"

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed with a 'heh'.

Seeing this, the fat boy became even more annoyed, and just when he was about to open his mouth to scold, he saw the Qingjun man stretch out a white jade-like hand and grab him in the air.

"Crack!"

Following this crisp bone cracking sound, the fat boy's hands and calves were folded in half backwards, and he fell to the ground.

He froze for a moment, then let out a heart-piercing scream.

The Qingjuan man flicked his sleeve again, and a burly young man in front of him who swooped forward seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hand, and his whole body hit the wall like a broken sack.When the whole person fell down, his hands and feet were broken, and he was unconscious.

Seeing this scene, the bearded boy couldn't help but froze for a while.

This seems to be the release of true energy?But shouldn't this be the ability only possessed by martial artists above rank six?How could it appear on an inner disciple?
"You are--"

He fixedly looked at the handsome man in front of him, and the blue marks between the man's brows, and suddenly thought of someone.

Then a cold air rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his whole body shudder.

This person is Blood Wind Sword Li Daogui!
Why is an important criminal wanted by the court in the library of Zhengyang martial arts hall?
Just when this idea came to the bearded boy's mind, his hands and feet were pushed back by a huge force, making a crisp clicking sound.

The incomparable pain instantly interrupted his thoughts, causing him to let out an incomparably shrill howl.

The screams one after another not only surprised many inner disciples on the first floor, but also puzzled Chu Xisheng who was hiding in the narrow corridor.

Chu Xisheng was in shock. Could it be that these guys are trying to trick him out of here?
Immediately, he thought that the other party was too crowded and there was no need for it, so he followed the voice and walked over.

When Chu Xisheng walked around the corner, he carefully poked his head outside, and then he was stunned for a while.

He saw the nine teenagers lying on the ground at the foot of the stairs, not only were their hands and feet bent abnormally, they were also completely silent.

What's happening here?
Are these guys dead?Who did it?
Chu Xisheng looked around, but there was no one around.

He hesitated again and again, but still walked over.

After getting close, Chu Xisheng realized that although these teenagers were unconscious, they were still breathing weakly.

Their injuries were extremely miserable, both hands and feet were broken, and they were still the most difficult comminuted fractures to deal with.

Just as Chu Xisheng poked the stick in his hand, trying to turn over the body of one of the fat boys, he heard a burst of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Chu Xisheng turned his head and saw several martial arts instructors leading a group of people running up from the bottom of the stairs.

Before these people walked out of the stairs, their expressions were dull for a while.

They looked at the nine unconscious teenagers on the ground, and then turned their gazes to Chu Xisheng with shocked expressions.

(End of this chapter)