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Chapter 540: Inciting and murdering people

Zhengming Martial Arts School...

"Old Master, calm down."

A senior martial artist advised softly, totally ignoring the fact that he was of higher seniority than the other party.

Xue Zhengming, who was being persuaded by everyone, had calmed down a lot and was surrounded by many respectable people who had come after hearing the news.

Among these people, there are old martial arts schools that have been standing for hundreds of years, as well as retainers from aristocratic families, and staff working outside the sect.

In a word, there are no low-level people among the visitors and all the guests are high-class!

When these people travel, they are surrounded by the stars and have a huge entourage. It is a luxury for outsiders to even see them.

But now, they all condescended to come to Zhengming Martial Arts School to talk and persuade Xue Zhengming.

"I am not ignorant of the rules. I have never offended any of my martial arts friends. I really don't know what I have done wrong over the years to deserve being bullied by him."

Xue Zhengming couldn't help complaining to everyone. Several disciples stood by with sad expressions, as if they had something to suffer but couldn't express it.

"Not really. You are exaggerating. It is obvious that Pang Jihui did not recognize the real person and rashly provoked you."

"Don't worry, we are here again today just to vent your anger."

Suddenly, a voice sounded abruptly, "What's the use of the Pangji Society? I think the mastermind behind this is the one from the Daqian Martial Arts School."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Xue Zhengming said suddenly, "Don't talk nonsense, don't involve others."

Pang Jihui is just a small character, but Zhou You is not an ordinary person. Yanshan has suffered at his hands.

After all, the owner of the Daqian Martial Arts School has a powerful backer behind him.

Xue Zhengming knew his situation well, and that powerful 'disciple' might not necessarily help him fight against another powerful warrior.

"Don't be afraid, old owner. We all support you."

A group of martial artists were clamoring, each of them was filled with indignation.

Xue Zhengming calmed down and raised his hand, saying, "Maybe it's a misunderstanding. When Pang Jihui comes, I'll talk to him. If there's no deep hatred, then this matter will be treated as if it never happened."

"Thank you all for your help, but peace is the most important thing, so try not to use violence!"

He wanted to keep things quiet, but others disagreed.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful Zhou Daqian is, he is not greater than reason."

"Old owner..."

Three streets away from Zhengming Martial Arts School...

Pang Jihui collapsed dejectedly in a dark alley. He had originally wanted to commit suicide in public in front of Zhengming Martial Arts School to extinguish the other party's anger.

Unexpectedly, he was ambushed and was about to die silently in this dark corner.

In front of him stood a cold-faced martial artist with blood on his fingertips. It was this man who knocked down Pang Jihui and dragged him into the dark alley.

"Who are you and why are you plotting against me?"

Pang Jihui covered his chest, extremely angry.

"Don't flatter yourself. With your little tricks, I can easily capture you even without a sneak attack."

The cold-faced martial artist grabbed his neck and thrust his hand into his eye socket, saying, "After you die, I will destroy your body and create the illusion that you have escaped to another place."

"Plus, you made a special visit to Daqian Martial Arts School before 'escaping', so Xue Zhengming and his disciples' anger would be directed towards Zhou You."

"hey-hey……

Hearing this, Pang Jihui suddenly realized and pointed at the other party, "Your purpose is to travel around."

"Okay, Liu Chengen plotted against me for this. The nobles are so mean and despicable."

Needless to say, the cold-faced martial artist is also Liu Chengen's man, one of the retainers who came out to do the dirty work.

The cold-faced martial artist answered him, poking with two fingers, about to pop the eyeball and pierce Pang Jihui's head. Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind, "Bull Tiger Divine Power."

A roar erupted from the ground, a bloody wind swept around, and a figure fell from the wall and rushed towards the back of the cold-faced martial artist.

The person who came was Zuo Lu. He used his supernatural power, and his arms were filled with strength and blood, pressing forward with a force of thousands of pounds.

The cold-faced martial artist was worthy of being a disciple of an aristocratic family. He reacted extremely quickly. He kicked out with his right leg, bent the joint backward, and actually flipped over the shoulder and smashed into Zuo Lu's chest like a big hammer.

"High-level martial artist!"

Zuo Lu's pupils contracted sharply, he crossed his arms, and instantly turned into a defensive posture.

Boom!
With a dull thud, Zuo Lu was kicked flying, and the sleeves covering his arms exploded into countless pieces.

The cold-faced martial artist kept moving forward with his punches, and his figure shot out like an arrow, and was about to pierce Zuo Lu's chest.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed from the shadow behind him.

Qi Qingdi rushed out with a short stick in his hand. He, a Qi and Blood warrior, dared to launch a sneak attack, which made the cold-faced martial artist laugh.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The cold-faced martial artist swung his arm like an iron whip and smashed it out. The heavy air fell on Qi Qingdi, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

At this time, Pang Jihui also realized that people were helping him, so he covered his wound and joined the siege.

However, he had been injured before and his blood and energy were running low. After he hastily threw out three or two punches, he was kicked away by the cold-faced martial artist and broke through two layers of blue brick walls.

"Roar, moo!"

Zuo Lu rushed forward with red eyes, as if he wanted to die together with them, and he actually gave up defense.

The cold-faced martial artist said sarcastically, "Okay, now that you've surrendered to a new master, you're actually fighting so hard?"

The next moment, Zuo Lu wrapped his arms around the cold-faced martial artist's shoulders, trying to lock him down.

The cold-faced martial artist had a mocking look on his face. With his physical strength, he could shake Zuo Lu's limbs apart with just a slight shake of his limbs, causing him to become paralyzed and fall to the ground, turning him into a useless person.

Before he could make a move, Qi Qingdi hit him in the lower abdomen with a short stick.

The cold-faced martial artist's expression quickly turned into astonishment, "The Hidden Charm."

This short stick was a magical weapon made from the remains of Qianmei, and it was enough to break through his physical defense.

A stick hit his lower abdomen, and a special force violently exploded and invaded his body.

The cold-faced martial artist's blood and energy were dispersed on the spot, his limbs became numb and sore, and he instantly became powerless.

Now, the situation has reversed and the fish has become the meat.

"Tiger Claw Grappling Hand!"

Zuo Lu stepped forward quickly, clenched his palms into claws, and grabbed and pinched the cold-faced martial artist's entire body. Only the crisp sounds of dislocated joints and shifted bones could be heard.

In a short breath, the cold-faced martial artist's joints were quickly loosened, and he became limp and powerless.

"Quick, take him back alive to the martial arts hall."

To avoid any more trouble, Zuo Lu and Qi Qingdi tied up the cold-faced martial artist into a ball of rice dumpling, threw it into a bucket cart nearby, covered it with a lid, and pushed it towards the Daqian Martial Arts Hall.

"Wait a minute, you two!"

Pang Jihui spit out blood and walked out of the hole, "Take me back, I am still useful. This man is here to kill me."

Qi Qingdi glanced at him twice and nodded to Zuo Lu, "Senior Brother Zuo, take him with you."

Zuo Lu nodded decisively, "Follow me!"

They came here specifically for this cold-faced martial artist and didn't care about Pang Jihui at all.

Pang Jihui followed behind them, sighing in his heart, two disciples were able to capture a high-level martial artist alive without Zhou You even having to show up, the Daqian Martial Arts School was truly unfathomable.

But the opponent is the Liu family, one of the top families in the city. How can Zhou You fight against this behemoth?

(End of this chapter)