"But there is only one Zhou Fei in the academy, what about the others? Everyone in the world knows that Qinglian, the second senior brother of the academy, is an extremely proud person, and he attaches the most importance to dignity!" Yongyan was not convinced, and took Qinglian as an example, wanting to refute the statement of the damaged Taoist.

"Huh. The Damaged Daoist smiled: "Qinglian is a very outstanding person, but his dignity is facing the laws of the world and the rules of the Heavenly Dao. But for themselves, they don't fight so much dignity. As long as you can become stronger, faith is something that can be discarded at any time. The goddess is a fart, the way of heaven is a fart, they only have realm strength in their eyes, and they even do not hesitate to enter the demon for this! ”

Speaking of this, the emotions of the Damaged Daoist became a little excited, and his whole face was already red.

The green tendons on the forehead and neck are even more uplifting!

His anger spread, and the entire island seemed to echo the anger of the Broken Daoist, and a burst of unwilling and angry cries rang out from all around the island, heading straight for Xiao Han.

This is very normal on the islands, and it erupts almost every once in a while.

If dignity is to be spoken, these are the people who truly retain dignity.

Prince Yongyan, who was almost half-lying on the ground, was almost torn apart by this powerful resentment, he clasped the floor tightly, and his ten fingers were already dripping with blood.

It took about half a pillar of incense for this powerful resentment to gradually dissipate.

Yongyan's clothes were almost soaked with cold sweat, and they all stuck to his body, which was a little uncomfortable.

The Damaged Daoist regained his normal complexion, his breathing calmed down, and he said indifferently: "What happened to me today, do you know who gave it?"

Yongyan swallowed his saliva, with a little irrepressible excitement in his weak heart, maybe he could poke the pain of the old Tao and give him a little pleasure of revenge.

"I guess it's someone from the academy. ”

"Don't you even dare to say his name?" the Damaged Daoist sneered.

"Xin Zhige. Yongyan gritted his teeth and said.

The Damaged Daoist nodded slightly, "That's right, it's him." You're smart, you can guess it once. Why don't you guess it's the Master?"

Yongyan said cautiously: "Xin Zhige will be so ruthless, if it is a master, he will only kill, not abuse." Because Xin Zhige is a demon, and the demon is a representative of ruthlessness and ruthlessness. ”

"Huh. ”

The Damaged Daoist smiled softly: "There is some truth in that. ”

"Back then, I was cut off by Xin Zhige's sword, and the other people on this island were also placed under Xin Zhige's hands, Frost Sky Sword Intent, how domineering. Although Ye Xin's Canglang Sword Fu was known as the strongest in the world, in front of the Frost Sky Sword Intent, the Canglang Sword Fu was still half a step weaker. ”

"Xin Zhige, that's a real kendo madman. ”

"Over the years, I have dragged my mutilated body to the world, and hatred has strangled my neck like a poisonous snake, making me unable to breathe. I've been thinking about revenge all the time, but unfortunately I can't get revenge anymore in this body. I can't forget the image of Xin Zhige cutting off my limbs, that image has been engraved in my mind and has become a steel seal of thought. Whether I close my eyes or open them, I can see that scene clearly. ”

"Xin Zhige is dead, but my hatred has not dissipated, on the contrary, I am even more resentful, I want to destroy the academy, I want to slash the master. Because Xin Zhige is what he taught, and if the apprentice doesn't teach, it's the master's fault!"

"But staring at your dog eyes and taking a good look, how can I defeat the master like this, even Qinglian I can't beat it." Isn't it ironic?"

"The day you went to the island, we all thought that Yue Jingyu had sent a successor, but you disappointed us too much. There is no skin, no soul. How can a doomed waste material take over our burden? Even if we pass on our skills to you? You still have no chance of winning against the academy, because you are a waste material!"

Speaking of which, the Damaged Daoist entered the scolding mode of the past again.

Yongyan felt that his knees were a little sore, he had never knelt for so long before.

Of course, the fingers are even more uncomfortable.

The nails have all been turned up.

Ten fingers were dripping with blood.

The so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart, even if this kind of pain is Yongyan, it is a little unbearable.

However, he didn't dare to use his aura to suppress the pain, because it would seriously irritate the damaged Daoist who was going crazy in front of him.

If you give it to him again, the pain can soar by ten levels in an instant.

After scolding for half an hour, the Damaged Dao stopped.

Yongyan was already numb.

"You haven't rolled yet?" the Damaged Daoist looked at Yongyan with a little surprise.

Yongyan said: "Seniors, juniors still have a problem. ”

"Just ask. "It is estimated that he has just vented, and the Damaged Daoist has become very good at talking at the moment.

"How can I get rid of the hat of waste wood, how can I really give up my dignity?" Yongyan looked up at the damaged Taoist, and his eyes showed **.

"When you learn to do whatever it takes, it's not a waste material. The Damaged Daoist said.

Yongyan's face was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly, "I chose to absorb stars** just to sneak attack you while you are unprepared and seize the skills of my predecessors, isn't this a sinister method at any cost?"

"It's too far off. The Damaged Daoist said: "Give up all your emotions and treat yourself as a piece of, what else can you not let go of a piece of?"

"A piece of ......" Hearing this word, Yongyan suddenly wanted to vomit.

Not because the is too disgusting, but the values that the word conveys.

Give up everything.

What about faith?

"Faith?" the Damaged Daoist smiled, "Do the people of the academy have faith?"

Yongyan was stunned.

"Throw away the unrealistic, or you'll be a waste forever. The Damaged Daoist said this and closed his eyes.

This means that this is the end of today's conversation.

But Yongyan didn't move.

He didn't silently put the food box back into the bamboo basket and bowed away after the damaged Taoist shut up as in the past.

Yongyan was trembling.

Tears even welled up in their eyes.

Because he found himself facing a curse that was simply insurmountable.

Faith!

Belief in the goddess.

Belief in the way of heaven.

From the moment he came out of his mother's womb, Yongyan was put on all kinds of halos, and faith was also with him from that moment, and he never left for a moment.

Faith has become a part of his mind, a part of his body, a part of his life, and even a part of his soul.

How can this part be cut off?

After cutting it off, wouldn't it be even half of his life to be cut off?

The more I thought about it, the more I feared, and the more I feared, the more I cried.

"Senior, save me. Yongyan kowtowed and cried.

The damaged Taoist frowned and snorted: "Waste materials are waste materials!" I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~