Of course, even if Shaoyang is as powerful as a rainbow and dominates the audience, there will still be a small number of people who are not afraid of death.

One of the big men with a leopard head and a bear-faced face propped his head and shouted:

"Why? Why is she a little girl being our boss?"

Before he could finish speaking, another rough man said:

"It's almost the same as she lifts shoes for Lao Tzu, and she still wants to ride on Lao Tzu's head?"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves

The people in the audience immediately blew up and chattered.

One of the weak-looking young men also said dissatisfiedly:

"We are all strong men, riding on the head by a woman, are we still men? Blood can be shed, heads can be broken, but dignity cannot be lost!"

As soon as these words came out, they were extremely inflammatory, and many people in the audience immediately responded to express their dissatisfaction.

"Resolutely don't let a stinky be in charge. ”

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated"

"It's okay to be a cow for Lao Tzu, but it's okay to be in charge?"

Shaoyang looked at it coldly, and his face was gloomy.

Yuemei on the side was also frightened by the momentum of the people present, and couldn't help but take a few steps back and hide behind him, and then pulled him with her little hand, wanting to speak.

He shook his head, signaling that there was no need to be afraid.

Just as the following discussion was inextricable, suddenly a voice sounded:

"It's not unavoidable for her to be in charge. ”

The sound was small, and the small one was not worth mentioning in this noisy noise.

But as soon as the words fell, the audience actually fell silent, just because this voice was so different, so incompatible with the voice of the audience, that as soon as the words came out, they were like ripples and waves in an instant.

This voice was made by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who was no different from everyone else, but at this moment became the focus of the audience.

Hundreds of pairs of hateful eyes shot at him one after another, especially the few people who opposed loudly just now, and they had the urge to break him into pieces.

This person Shaoyang remembered that he was the first person to play during the test that year.

After the silence, suddenly a person coaxed:

"Are you a little red guy, dare to interject and look for death?"

The man who spoke was none other than the weak young man.

Then the audience chattered again, especially the big man with a leopard head and a bear face, his forehead was bruised, he raised his thick arms, shook his fists at the young man, and wanted to make a violent beating.

The boy couldn't resist it, and lowered his head in fright, not daring to look at the people around him anymore.

"Shut up!"

Shaoyang shouted, like thunder, and the audience quieted down again.

"Why?"

"That's it!"

Before the words fell, Shaoyang waved his big hand, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in the sky.

Then as soon as he grabbed it, the giant hand fell straight down, and directly grabbed the weak young man.

The captured young man struggled desperately, shouting incessantly:

"Let Me Go"

Shaoyang didn't pay attention to it at all, didn't even look at it, and then closed his palm, and at the same time, the giant hand also closed.

"Giggles"

There was a sound of bones shattering, and the weak young man didn't have time to scream before he was crushed by a giant hand.

Blood rushed like water, scattering in all directions.

The people present were all shocked, their faces were terrified, when had they ever seen such a bloody scene?

One by one, they suddenly stepped back, looking at Shaoyang as if they were seeing a devil.

"Ahh

The old man and the young man who were splashed with blood on their faces screamed even more, and their souls were frightened.

Yuemei on the side was also discolored, standing in place in a daze, this kind of bloody scene was also the first time she had experienced, and the methods were too cruel and ruthless.

Looking at Shaoyang's gaze, he couldn't help but show a hint of horror, although Shaoyang did this for her, it was still a little difficult to accept in her heart.

"Is there anyone else who is not convinced?"

Shaoyang's cold voice sounded as gloomy as a soul seducer.

Everyone present was so frightened that they retreated again and again, for fear that the demon would attack again.

"Say it out loud, convincing or not?"

Shaoyang drank a few times.

"Serve!"

"We're served!"

......

In fact, Shaoyang didn't want to do this, but because these people who took the lead in making trouble were too ignorant, they were really cheap. Only by giving a ruthless side, they will be afraid, will they think that you have this qualification, and they will not dare to have any objections.

Shaoyang swept his eyes coldly, and his gaze fell on the big man with the leopard head and bear face, just in time to meet the big man's gaze.

The big man was horrified, like a frightened bird, at a loss, and then hurriedly lowered his head, his whole body contracted, and he did not dare to look directly.

Shaoyang sneered, nodded with satisfaction, and then returned to the residence with Yuemei.

As soon as he left, everyone couldn't help but let out a long breath of relief!

Then he fled and left, not wanting to stay in this terrible place for a moment.

The night was quiet again

And the puddle of minced meat on the snow and the white snow red with blood added to the eerie atmosphere of the night.

Back to your accommodation!

Yuemei didn't say a word, and her spirit seemed a little trance-like.

Shaoyang saw it in his eyes and understood that what happened just now was indeed a little cruel, but after experiencing the fight with Brass, he didn't think that the world was still harmonious, and he could be persuaded by good words.

"Yuemei, are you okay?"

Yuemei didn't respond, she was still thinking about what had just happened.

"Yuemei?"

Shaoyang called again.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong? ”

Yue Mei reacted and looked at Shaoyang's deep gaze.

"I'm sorry, Shaoyang, I ......"

Shaoyang waved his hand and said softly:

"It's okay, I understand your feelings, but Yuemei, think about the pain and grievances you have suffered, all because of those who deceive the good and fear the evil. If I was soft just now, and I just persuaded with good words, I am afraid that they will be even more arrogant, even if they promise to let you be in charge, you will inevitably not be bullied by them in the future. ”

"Shaoyang, I understand. Yuemei nodded, and the more her spirit was relieved.

Shaoyang snorted, and then told Yuemei about some issues that need to be paid attention to when she is in charge, and then began to meditate and cultivate.

The next day, before dawn, Shaoyang went to the Holy Spirit Cave, took Bixue Dan and went to the cultivation institute.

It happened that the monastery was between the Holy Spirit Cave and Yuemei's residence, and he practiced here in the future.

In the afternoon, after absorbing the aura of Bixue Dan, he took out a jade slip from the storage ring.

The jade slip recorded the exercises used in the fireball technique, and Shaoyang's divine sense swept it away and recorded them one by one in his mind.

This fireball spell is a low-level spell, but he thinks it is still somewhat useful, it may not be very effective against the enemy, but it can be used as a cover.

He practiced according to the exercises, slowly mobilized the spiritual energy in his body in the palm of his hand, and then shouted:

"Up!"

"Huh?"

When he opened his eyes, there was not a single spark in the palm of his hand, let alone fire.

He tried a few more times, but nothing changed, and he was not convinced, and vowed to learn.

"Up!"

"Up!"

......

No less than 100 times of practice, but after all, it still didn't work.

In fact, this fireball technique is easy to say, difficult to say, the key is to understand the essence of it.

Although people like brass can learn it, but it is only scratching the surface.

The attack power of low-level spells is weak, so monks rarely delve into it, in fact, this is a misunderstanding.

The real utility of low-level spells is to make the monk understand the basics, because these foundations are the basic skills for the later cultivation of powerful spells.

In low-level spells, the basis is often more direct to the essence of the spell.

Therefore, the simpler it is, the more important it is, and the one that people tend to overlook.