The night was hazy, and the yellow street lights were helplessly driving away the darkness, as faint as a soybean. The whole earth seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, so confused that it was impossible to see clearly.

Feng Xiu leaned beside the big tree, looking calmly ahead, as if waiting for something.

Finally, a few noises sounded like a few stones thrown on the calm lake, breaking the long-lost silence.

"Run quickly, Zhu Xingchang is going to chase the leader."

"Oh, it's so scary. I was taken down in one fell swoop two days after coming. Fortunately, the leader led Zhu Xingchang away, otherwise the mad dog would have bitten us to death."

"Who said no, next time I go to a small place, the demons will never come again."

...

"Dear donors, the moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's not advisable to rush forward!"

"who?"

The few people were frightened by the inexplicable sound and quickly looked around and saw a figure under the big tree.

A few people approached a little, followed by the faint street lights, and finally saw the figures under the big tree clearly.

"It turned out to be a bald donkey."

"Children, parents will be worried about coming out so late."

"Hahaha, he's a college student."

"Why are you laughing at? Run away quickly. When the mad dog catches up with the leader, can we still run?"

"Dear donors, please ask the monk to send you all the way."

Feng Xiu stood up, and his mental power was released, and he merged with the power of qi and blood in his palm.

"Great compassionate hand!"

The handprints formed by the power of heaven and earth flew towards the front, and the cult warriors suddenly changed their expressions and struggled to dodge to the side.

But their speed of dodging was comparable to the speed of the handprint moving, just like a snail. The few people had just made movements, and the handprints flashing with golden light had already arrived in front of them.

"Bang--"

At the front, the cult warrior who was laughing the most was beaten into pieces, and the rest were slapped out and died on the spot. After the huge golden handprints passed through several people, they continued to cast off, and they destroyed more than a dozen big trees one after another, leaving a deep trace on the ground.

"Why don't you listen to advice?"

Feng Xiu shook his head, stood up and left.

After a while, the pursuers from the Detective Bureau who were left behind came late and couldn't help but hold their breath when they looked at the messy and bloody scene.

The cold moonlight shone down, the ground was covered with blood-colored fragments, and in the woods next to it, big trees were shattered one by one.

The hunters searched around and found several dead cult warriors.

Someone came forward with the courage to take a look. These dead cult warriors were as eroded as mud, and their bones were all broken.

Too bloody!

Among them is the deputy leader of a cult stronghold, who is a fifth-rank warrior, but he died so miserably.

Was it the master who took action just now?

Several people couldn't help but tremble at this bloody scene.

...

At this time, Feng Xiu had returned home, and there was no blood on his clothes.

The power of the Great Compassionate Palm is beyond his imagination. Even a sixth-grade warrior cannot withstand this palm, but the premise is that he must be able to hit it.

But the disadvantages are not lacking.

A slight sense of tearing comes from the left hand. If you hit this palm, a hand will be ruined in a short time and your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

With his current physical strength, he can use the Great Compassion Palm twice with one hand to hold it to death. He can't fight with an arm injury once, and he is directly seriously injured twice, and he will be useless after three times.

Feng Xiu took pills and began to heal the wound.

...

In the morning, Feng Xiu started packing his luggage and preparing to return to school. When he was about to go out, Lao Feng was carrying a luggage.

"?"

Feng Xiu didn't say anything, and a questioning expression appeared on his face.

"You boy is growing up, and you should walk the rest of the way yourself, and I have to do what I should do."

Lao Feng said with a smile.

"Where is that family!"

Feng Xiu pointed at the house.

"Whoever can come back alive will clean up."

"oh!"

Watching Lao Feng leave, Feng Xiu gradually realized his mind. He broke the killing of killing, and he also experienced the murderous intent to break through reason. No one could help him walk the rest of the road.

As soon as Lao Feng left, the house instantly seemed empty, which was completely different from what Lao Feng felt before when he went out at night and didn't go home in the morning.

It feels different from being alone in school.

He drove his sentimental thoughts aside, cleaned the house, took his suitcase and left the key habitually under the carpet at the door.

His family is not far from Magic Martial Arts. Feng Xiu pulled his suitcase and walked for dozens of minutes before he saw the gate of Magic Martial Arts.

The eyes of the gate, which was more than ten meters high, were seen from a distance.

The school gate was full of vehicles, including students returning to school, and parents who were picking up and dropping off. Feng Xiu brought sunglasses and pulled his suitcase, walked through the crowded crowd, and walked towards the school gate alone.

The sounds around were very noisy and bustling.

At this moment, a small voice of discussion sounded around me.

"How did President Huang come to the school gate today to be a welcome guest!"

"Who knows, maybe enjoy the respect that others say good things to him."

“It’s really perverted.”

Several students walked past Feng Xiu, arrived at the gate, bowed and said, "Good morning, Dean Huang."

Feng Xiu looked up and saw Huang Jing standing at the school gate. The students coming and going bowed to him and said hello. Huang Jing nodded slightly, looking around, as if looking for someone.

Could it be looking for him.

Feng Xiu was a person who thought it was troublesome, so he hurriedly avoided Huang Jing's gaze and followed the crowd into the school. When Huang Jing's gaze swept over, Feng Xiu lowered his head slightly and just avoided Huang Jing's gaze.

Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, my right shoulder was suddenly patted.

"Brother Feng, what a coincidence."

Feng Xiu turned around and looked at him with a bright smile with a flattering tone.

"Qin Fengqing!"

Feng Xiu prayed secretly, never to discover it. Maybe Dean Huang is not waiting for him, but his own self-indulgentness.

"Student Feng Xiu!"

Huang Jing spoke, and the originally noisy school gate suddenly became quiet and they looked along Huang Jing's gaze.

"Director Huang, what's wrong?"

Unknown to the sealing and decoration.

"Student Feng Xiu, I apologize to you for my pride and prejudice. I ask you to forgive me."

Huang Jing bowed slightly, with a sincere expression.

At the school gate, he could even hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. Who is Huang Jing, the dean of the Weapon Academy of Magical Martial Arts University, the strong master, there are only dozens of masters in the entire Chinese country. He, Huang Jing, is equivalent to a person of the level of nuclear weapons in China.

Now he actually apologized to a student, what is the origin of this student, the illegitimate son of the old principal?

"Feng Xiu?"

The magic martial artist suddenly realized that it wasn’t that genius freshman? The magic martial artist’s mentor who could be suppressed by his mental power alone could not be a monster. Unexpectedly, even Dean Huang had to give in.

The mentor of Magic Martial Arts now understood Feng Xiu's status in this school.
Chapter completed!