Chapter Seventy-One: Zhou Xing's Wisdom!

Yuan Hai left like this, his bones were gone, and he disappeared forever between heaven and earth.

Everyone's eyes were red, especially Zhou Xing, who grew up with Yuan Hai and entered the training camp together, couldn't cry anymore.

At this moment, he is no longer a ruthless killer, no longer a high-ranking bronze-level martial artist, but an ordinary middle-aged man who can no longer be ordinary, a person who cries bitterly for the death of his friend!

Chen Zijun stood there, staring at the place where Yuan Hai had disappeared.

In addition to lamenting Yuan Hai's death, Chen Zijun was even more thinking about what Yuan Hai's means of outbreak just now, and the sequelae were so serious! He decided that he must figure out this problem.

For a while, everyone was silent, either mourning for Yuan Hai, or thinking about their hearts, and the atmosphere was very heavy.

At this moment, there was suddenly applause from not far away, the applause was crisp and sounded very harsh.

As the applause rang out, an arrogant voice also came, "Yuan Hai, this annoying guy, is finally dead, it's really happy!"

The people in the training camp all looked up and glared angrily.

In fact, not only Chen Zijun found the approaching crowd, but Zhou Xing and other bronze-level martial artists also found that someone was approaching. With the aura they sensed, Zhou Xing and the others even guessed the identity of the other party.

However, on the one hand, the other party did not hide his breath, did not exude hostility, and looked open, on the other hand, Zhou Xing and the others were hindered by their previous friendships, and it was inconvenient to ask.

They never imagined that some of those people would applaud!

At this time, about fifty or sixty people came out of the woods, and the leader was a dignified man with a righteous face.

Zhou Xinghuo Ran stood up, and the ruthlessness in his eyes flashed, "Zhao Laosan, what kind of garlic are you pretending, you kid has to have a kind of fight, fight with my Lao Zhou, and never die, how about it?"

Then he looked at the person in charge, "Zhao Yuanfeng, could it be that your Zhao family wants to turn their faces?" Although the training camp looks weak now, it is still possible to end up together, you can try!"

Zhou Xing's tone was resolute and categorical!

A red-faced man laughed, "Zhou Xing, I am me, the Zhao family is the Zhao family, I can't represent the Zhao family!"

He still wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but Zhao Yuanfeng coughed, "Third child, have you made enough trouble?" The red-faced man was silent.

Zhao Yuanfeng is the current head of the Zhao family, and they used the golden toad to get out of the shell, left Zhaojiabao, and went to Zhongzhou, which happened to pass by.

"Everyone, I apologize to everyone for the third child, and I hope you don't be surprised!" Although he said an apology, Zhao Yuanfeng's eyes did not mean to apologize at all.

Then he continued, "Old Seven, it's time for you to come back, Xiaotian, you are the same! The Zhao family needs you now!"

As soon as Zhao Yuanfeng's words were finished, Zhou Xing and the other bronze-level martial artists all looked at the person standing on the far left.

Zhou Xing came to the man in a few steps, "Yuanqing, have you thought about it, everyone has come together for so many years, and you leave like this?"

Zhao Yuanqing's face was a little unsightly, "Zhou Xing, I know what you said, but now that the leader is dead, how can we go to Zhongzhou? Moreover, no matter what, my surname is Zhao after all, so I can only say sorry!"

After speaking, he walked out of the crowd and came to Zhao Yuanfeng's side.

Zhou Xing sighed, didn't say anything more, and let him go. Then, he looked at Zhao Guangtian, "What about you?"

A look of determination flashed in Zhao Guangtian's eyes, "I, Zhao Guangtian, was born a person from the training camp, and died as a ghost from the training camp!"

"Okay, that's a good point, my old Zhou admires the righteous man the most!" Zhou Xing shouted excitedly after listening to Zhao Guangtian's words.

The eyes of the head of the Zhao family flashed, and he said half-exhortationally and half-threateningly, "Guangtian, you have thought about it, I hope you won't regret it in the future!"

"Family master, I think about it, the Zhao family treats me like a dog and a horse, and I treat the Zhao family like a passerby!"

The head of the Zhao family glanced at Zhao Guangtian deeply, and then led the Zhao family towards the south.

After Zhao Yuanqing left, there were still seven bronze-level martial artists and ten black iron-level martial artists left in the Huangquan training camp.

Zhou Xing looked at the sixteen people in front of him, and said secretly, since Lao Yuan handed over the training camp to him, then he had to stand up and lead everyone through the difficulties in front of him!

Therefore, after the Zhao family and everyone walked away, he faced the remaining sixteen people, "Everyone, I have a few heart-wrenching words to say!"

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Zhou Xing, waiting for his next words.

"Just now Zhao Yuanqing left the training camp and returned to Zhao's house. However, I can assure you that he will not have a good time when he returns!

"If anyone thinks the same way, then listen carefully to what I have to say and see if what I say makes sense. ”

"First, including me, we used to be members of the five major families, whether we were descendants or collaterals, whether we had the same surname or different surnames. But we have all betrayed those families in the past, and this stain will stay with you for the rest of your life!"

"Second, after returning to the family, we will only become a knife in the hands of those people, and if we are not careful, we will become involved in family battles, and finally become the victims and bargaining chips of others. ”

"Third, in the training camp, everything you do is your own decision, take on tasks to kill people, obtain cultivation resources, there is no oppression, no conspiracy!"

"Fourth, don't forget, Lord Huangquan is still alive and has become a silver-level martial artist, think about it, once something happens, will he not support us?"

Zhou Xing's words were mainly aimed at the remaining six bronze-level martial artists, and now they are the targets of various families, after all, even if they have conflicts with their families, after a long time, the contradictions have faded.

And the time for the Black Iron level martial artist to leave the family is still very short, and the grudge is still relatively deep, and it is difficult to resolve it in a short period of time, Zhou Xing's worry is slightly less.

After hearing these words, Chen Zijun also praised Zhou Xing in his heart, no wonder Yuan Hai handed over the position of leader to him, he was really thoughtful and eloquent.

Next, Zhou Xing led the people to take down the resources and food from the corpses, and divided them into sixteen parts, one for each person, and then dug a deep pit and buried all the corpses inside.

As for whether these dead corpses will become zombies in the future, it is not within their consideration, and they can only deal with it in this way at this stage.

On the one hand, it was so humid that it was impossible to burn the corpses, and on the other hand, these people were from the training camp and could not chop the corpses into pieces. Therefore, it can only be buried in the ground.

After doing all this, Zhou Xing spoke, "Everyone, the most important thing in front of you is to save your life and arrive in Zhongzhou safely. ”

"In addition, you can see the attitude of these families towards us. It can be said that this is the most dangerous period of the training camp, and I hope everyone can work together to tide over the difficulties!"

"There are a lot of healing potions and blood crystals here, everyone hurry up and heal and recover, let's set off in half an hour!"