Lu Ping: They are not close to the north exit, and at this distance, only Zhong Qian, who is an archer who intends to cultivate the spirit of over-rushing, has the ability to see clearly. Lu Ping and the others could only see the direction of the north exit, and they quickly became lively after Zhong Qian's arrow sent Wei Kang's head. For this result, he was quite satisfied with Zhong Qian's expression.

But suddenly, Zhong Qian's expression became extremely terrifying, and before everyone could ask, he had already bent his bow and arrows and released a blow.

The arrow was like a meteor, and the sharp sound of breaking the air went straight into the sky, this arrow was very different from the sharp but silent assassination arrow that Lu Ping had seen several times. The sound of the arrow swept away from the branches where they had landed, revealing their hiding place.

Zhong Qian didn't care.

Their nightingale was meant to bring hope to the people, but what was in front of him was the hope of the mountain people who had just boiled, and they were brutally suppressed by the city lord's mansion in an instant. He couldn't help but think of what Lu Ping had said to him not long ago: unattainable hope will only bring deeper despair.

He didn't know how a teenager seemed to have a particularly deep understanding of despair, but just now, on the faces of those sad and depressed mountain people, he seemed to see the deeper despair that Lu Ping said.

This is not what the nightingale expects, and it is not what Zhong Qian wants to bring to people.

So he made a move, unabashedly, even at the expense of exposing their group.

He wanted to let the mountain people know that they didn't need to be so desperate, because with him, with the nightingale, they had been fighting very hard for everyone.

This arrow is not an assassination arrow. Zhong Qian wanted to use such momentum. Convey hope to people.

The whistling of the sky. It caught everyone's ears. Everyone couldn't help but look into the air. Just as I saw this arrow flying straight away, for a moment, everyone's eyes lit up, and everyone really rekindled their expectations.

However, the distance is really too far. Even if the power is not reduced, for Wei Meng, there is already plenty of time to respond. He was still standing on the boulder at the north exit, and the arrow came. He dodged, and effortlessly let the arrow miss. Then he swirled his right arm vigorously.

Click!

Everyone heard the creepy sound, and then saw blood spilled in the air. The poor mountain man was twisted with a strip of cloth by Wei Meng like this, and his head was directly torn off.

"Drink!" Wei Meng shouted, the strip of cloth took off his hand, and the head flew out like this, and flew straight towards the position where the birds in the mountains were startled by the arrow.

All the eyes lit up for a moment, and then they quickly dimmed. It was replaced by a deeper fear. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to expect anything more. I just want to get out of here faster. Wei Meng was still standing on the boulder at the north exit, motionless. He knew that his opponent must be watching him, and he must be able to see him clearly. He just regretted that his eyes couldn't see his opponent clearly, but he really wanted to see his opponent's expression after receiving his gift in return.

The head gurgled and rolled over, and finally happened to roll at Zhong Qian's feet.

The others didn't quite know exactly what was going on, but after seeing the flying head, they could guess a little.

Su Tang had already turned his back, a little unbearable to look at it, while Lu Ping and the others were all looking at Zhong Qian.

Zhong Qian's expression was a little lonely, he lowered his head, looking at the head at his feet, his dead eyes were just facing him. There was pain, fear, and despair in his eyes, but he couldn't see the so-called "hope" that Zhong Qian had always hoped to bring to people.

If you don't have the ability to help others realize hope, don't give them hope indiscriminately.

Zhong Qian suddenly remembered what Lu Ping, the little ghost in his eyes, had said, he had never thought of this, but today, doing what he had done many times in the past three years, but because of the occurrence of such an episode, he suddenly had a very deep feeling.

Do you really have the ability to bring hope to people?

If so, what is happening now? Is it true that what I have been bringing to people is hope that can never be waited for, a deeper despair?

"Damn!" Zhong Qian suddenly scolded, turned around and punched the tough trunk. His fists were clearly not as sharp as his arrows, and blood quickly seeped through his fingers, staining the trunk red.

If you really have the ability, then you don't have to hide so far at all.

If he really has the ability, then that arrow should kill Wei Meng, and the one who falls into panic and despair should be the people of the City Lord's Mansion.

If he really has the ability, then there should not be such innocent mountain people who sacrifice in vain.

"Get stronger. Suddenly, someone whispered in his ear.

Zhong Qian turned his head and saw Lu Ping.

That face that looks childish, but it is always as resolute as a rock. It seems that nothing can move him, and he always calmly says something that is dirty and scummy, but there is no way to argue.

Get stronger.

How could Zhong Qian not understand this truth? How could he still need to be reminded by others? He had never stopped cultivating to make himself stronger.

But it's such a nonsense, Lu Ping still has to take it seriously, as if Zhong Qian doesn't know.

Zhong Qian's answer, of course, will only be one answer.

"Yes. He nodded, "Get stronger!"

The Mansion of the Lord of Gorge Peak.

The news of Wei Kang's death finally came back.

No matter how neatly Wei Meng resolved the riot that occurred at the north exit, Wei Kang's death was still an extremely heavy blow to the City Lord's Mansion and Wei Zhong.

Less than three hours after the start of the full-scale operation against Lu Ping and his party, Wei Bao was lifted back with broken ankles, and Wei Kang only had one head left, not to mention the family guards and secret agents who were damaged before. However, the hairy young men of a few academies actually brought such a heavy blow to the City Lord's Mansion, which Wei Zhong had never suffered since he took over as the City Lord.

Wei Zhong finally couldn't sit still, he couldn't continue to wait in the council hall for news from all sides.

The oldest and most experienced Wei Zhong died.

The smartest and most scheming Wei Ming died.

The most reliable and trustworthy Guardon is also dead.

Wei Zhong didn't want to, but he had to admit that he was a little uneasy in his heart.

A few hairy little ghosts who have never taken it too seriously can actually bring them such big casualties, these little ghosts, are they really just as simple as the intelligence data shows? Is there really no power background at all? And the Wind Picking Academy, what is the secret of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Wei Zhong didn't want to wait.

He was focused on efficiency, and naturally he wanted to take an efficient approach, and he decided to see for himself.

The study of Lu Academy is officially over, and I am a little disappointed...... (To be continued......)