You promised to practice martial arts, but you have mastered the golden body and Dharma?

Chapter 55 Breaking the injustice begins with Li Jiu!

Walking out of the corridor of the training hall, Zhao Qiang held his cell phone in his hand, with anger brewing in his sinister eyes.

drop!
  Missed call and hung up.

"That bastard Wang Shan didn't answer my call!" Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth, tapped his bony fingers on the screen, and made another unmarked call.

beep~
  The phone vibrated, and the corners of his mouth trembled: "Lu Xing, that bastard and hypocrite! Borrow Li Jiu's sword to embarrass my son!"

"What a bullshit swordsman genius, a despicable villain!"

"Just like that old bastard Liu Lingzhi!"

Zhao Qiang clenched his fist tightly and made a thud.

"Di!"

"Hey, Principal Zhao, why did you suddenly contact us? What kind of cooperation are you talking about this time?" When the call was connected, a sharp and rough voice came from the other end, as if the microphone was short-circuited.

Zhao Qiang lowered his eyebrows, and the sunken eye sockets became even deeper: "I'll let you come to Ninth Middle School to kill a student."

"Mr. Zhao, are you kidding me? Are you here again?"

Zhao Qiang snorted coldly: "One hundred parts of martial sandalwood, ten parts of sword sandalwood, plus three fine swords, kill or not!"

"No killing." The other side responded decisively, with a sharp and unclear voice that contained a sense of avoiding disaster: "Zhao Xiao, you don't even look at what time it is now. How many people are you in the Xixiang City Martial Arts Bureau? A supporter was put on trial or transferred away four months ago, how can he still suppress such a big incident!"

"Besides, the new Xing Bureau and his team are not easy to deal with. They have probably been targeting you for a long time. Don't make such a big deal."

"Double the reward!" Zhao Qiang suppressed his anger and roared, and his momentum instantly calmed the man opposite.

The other end of the phone hesitated for a while and asked in a deep voice: "Who does Principal Zhao want to kill?"

"Li Jiu, the core group of Ninth Middle School."

"Who?! No, absolutely not, he is Lu Xing's student, and as far as I know, Lu Xing may think highly of him! Do you want us to die?!"

The person on the other end of the phone panicked instantly, like a mouse talking to a cat, and his expression changed when he heard it.

Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth and said with gloomy eyes: "What about Lu Xing? Doesn't he have nothing to do? Do you have to kill people in front of Lu Xing?"

"Let me tell you, if that old bastard Liu Lingzhi hadn't come back soon and the situation was special, I wouldn't have come to you at all!"

"As long as you can send someone here, I can give you a chance to get close to Li Jiu. Killing him is just a matter of one blow. Once the job is done, the reward will be five times greater, and I can give you another treasured sword!"

As soon as these words came out, there was silence for a long time. Some distant and near noises were vaguely heard, and he said with a teasing smile: "Principal Zhao is worthy of being Principal Zhao. We have cooperated so many times, but I didn't know that you have such a strong foundation. Once If you can come up with so many resources that are prohibited from circulation, fine, we will take over this matter!"

"Other people will contact you next."

beep--

The call has been hung up.

Click!

Zhao Qiang crushed the phone, his face turned pale.    A group of street rats are asking for prices all over the place!
  If it weren't for the fact that the Martial Arts Bureau is keeping a close eye on me now, would I need you to take action?

If it weren't for these damn Li Jiu and Lu Xing, who caused my son to lose and turned against me, what else would I not be able to do in this Ninth Middle School?
  Zhao Qiang took a deep breath, and then his ferocious dark eyes regained some of their composure: "When Li Jiu dies, the only one who is qualified to take the tempering quota is my son. If you lose one game, just lose one game. There is still a long way to go." long"

"Is the election over? Why did Principal Zhao come out first?"

Zhao Qiang, who had just stepped out of the training hall door, suddenly froze in place. A cold wind blew, and his anger suddenly sank.

He turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in a black cadre uniform standing next to the stone pillar with his hands behind his hands, his eyes calm.

The moment he saw him, Zhao Qiang's heart skipped a beat. He took back half of his foot that had just stepped out of the door. He frowned and said, "Secretary Xin, why did you suddenly visit Ninth Middle School without saying a word? How's Xing Bureau doing lately?" ?”

"Haha, it doesn't count as a visit. After all, we have been collecting evidence for four months, and today we are entrusted by Director Lu. Also, Director Xing is very good, he is not blind."

Secretary Xin's smiling face suddenly became solemn, and his sharp sword-like eyes pierced Zhao Qiang, making him take a small step back in shock, his fingers trembling slightly.

On the central martial arts training platform, Li Jiu stood with his back to the strong searchlight, holding his sword, with his own blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

He raised his eyes and glanced around, and saw a large circle of students looking at him, shouting his name at the top of their lungs, and receiving overwhelming applause.

It felt as if there were thousands of drums being hammered around his ears, his internal organs were vibrating, his blood was as hot as boiling water, and his scalp was numb.

In two lifetimes, this is not the first time I have encountered such a scene.

But every time the protagonist is not myself.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and they raised their arms and shouted, and invisible threads implicated everyone.

"It's just to defeat Zhao Li for the Tempering quota."

Li Jiu chuckled and murmured to himself, looking away, no longer responding to everyone's gazes, but his heart was still hot, and the stars in his dark jade eyes shone brighter and brighter.

Even when he stepped off the stage, the mood on the court was still high. A new post in the silent campus forum went straight to the top, and the number of comments exploded!

["Li Jiu's victory over Zhao Li, does it mean that our Ninth Middle School is about to usher in a big change?" "--Anonymous User]
  [Since the establishment of the martial arts class system, our No. 9 Middle School has been developing abnormally like an alien. It is as if no one would have been admitted to Wuhan University without this broken system. This has always been despised! ]
  [The person who is in charge of all this is Vice Principal Zhao Qiang. He was once responsible for the resource docking work of No. 9 Middle School. He has done many disgusting things. He is like a local emperor in No. 9 Middle School. No one except the principal takes him seriously! ]
  [As everyone knows, today his most cherished son Zhao Li lost to the new genius Li Jiu, and he lost with malicious intent! ]
  [I am sure that change is coming, and the injustice in our Ninth Middle School will be broken starting from Li Jiu! (If this post is deleted, Zhao Qiang and his whole family will die suddenly!)]
  Under this post, a lot of students raised their flags and seconded their opinions!

Wu Qi was also one of the supporters. He was so excited that his whole body was shaking with enthusiasm!

"Liu Li, Brother Li Jiu is the number one genius in the Ninth Middle School. Even Zhao Li can defeat him!"

"I always believed in him."

Liu Li just smiled lightly, her expression calm and calm.

Seeing Wu Qi turn his attention to his mobile phone again, he shouted to publicize Li Jiu's hidden past, and shouted the slogan "Who said students from the bottom can't be geniuses"!

She also silently looked away, her green fingers pressing on the screen quickly and accurately.

Snap, snap, snap.

A moment later, an anonymous female user posted a message under the most popular post - Win, win, win, Oye, Li Jiu wins!

(End of this chapter)