The night was misty, and the miserable yellow street lamps were powerless to drive away the darkness, as weak as a soybean. The whole earth seemed to be shrouded in a light veil, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Feng Xiu leaned against the big tree and looked calmly ahead, as if waiting for something.

Finally, a few noises rang out, like a few pebbles cast on the surface of a calm lake, shattering the long-lost silence.

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

"Alas, it's scary, just two days after I came, I was served in a pot. Fortunately, the leader lured Zhu Xingchang away, otherwise that mad dog would have bitten us to death. ”

"Who says it's not, next time you go to a small place, the magic capital will never come again."

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's not appropriate to hurry!"

"Who?"

Several people were startled by this inexplicable voice, and hurriedly looked around, and saw a figure under the big tree.

A few people got closer, and then the faint street lamp finally saw the figure under the big tree.

"It turned out to be a bald donkey."

"Children, parents will be worried when they come out so late."

"Hahaha, I'm a college student."

"What are you laughing at, hurry up and run, and when that mad dog catches up with the leader, we can still run"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please send you all the way."

Feng Xiu stood up, and his spiritual power was released, fusing with the power of qi and blood in his palm.

"Great mercy and great compassion!"

The handprints formed by the power of heaven and earth flew forward, and the faces of these cult warriors suddenly changed greatly, and they struggled to flash to the side.

But the speed at which they dodge is comparable to the speed at which their handprints move, like snails. As soon as a few people made a move, the handprints shining with golden light had already arrived in front of them.

"Bang-"

At the front, the cult warrior who laughed the most was directly beaten to minced meat, and the rest of them also flew out and died on the spot. After the huge golden handprint passed through several people, it continued to castrate, destroying more than a dozen large trees one after another, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

"Why don't you listen to it?"

Feng Xiu shook his head and got up to leave.

After a while, the pursuers of the Detective Bureau, who had been left behind, arrived late, and involuntarily held their breath when they looked at the messy and bloody scene.

The cold moonlight shone down, and the ground was covered with blood-colored debris, and in the small grove next to it, the big trees were broken one by one.

The pursuers searched the surroundings and found several dead cult warriors.

A person boldly stepped forward to take a look, and these dead cult warriors were as rotten as mud, and all the bones on their bodies were shattered.

It's bloody!

Among them, there was a deputy leader of the cult stronghold, who was a five-rank martial artist, but he died so miserably.

Could it be that the Grandmaster made a move just now?

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

……

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

The power of the Great Compassion Palm is beyond his imagination, even a six-rank martial artist can't bear this palm, but the premise is that he can hit it.

But the disadvantages are not without them.

There was a faint feeling of tearing in the left hand, and when this palm was punched out, one hand would be scrapped in a short time, and the combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

With his current physical strength, he can perform two Great Mercy Palms when he is killed with one hand, once he is unable to fight with an arm injury, twice he is directly seriously injured, and three times he is useless.

Feng Xiu took the pill and began to heal.

……

In the morning, Feng Xiu began to pack his bags and prepare to return to school. It just so happened that when he was about to go out, Lao Feng was also carrying a piece of luggage.

“？”

Feng Xiu didn't speak, with a questioning expression on his face.

"You kid has grown up, the rest of the way is up to you, and I have to do what I have to do."

Lao Feng said with a smile.

"Where's that!"

Feng Xiu pointed to the room.

"Whoever comes back alive will clean up."

"Oh!"

Seeing Lao Feng's departure, Feng Xiu gradually realized in his heart, he broke the killing ring, and he also experienced the killing intent breaking his reason, and no one could help him go the rest of the way.

As soon as Lao Feng left, the house seemed empty in an instant, which was not at all the same as the feeling that Lao Feng went out at night and didn't come home in the morning.

It's not the same as being alone at school.

Pushing aside the sentimental thoughts in his heart, he cleaned the house, went out with his suitcase, and habitually left the key under the carpet at the door.

His house was not far from the Demon Martial Arts, and Feng Xiu walked for dozens of minutes with his suitcase before he saw the gate of the Demon Martial Arts.

The gate more than ten meters high is incomparably visible, and you can see it from afar.

Vehicles were parked at the school gate, including returning students and parents picking them up. Feng Xiu wore sunglasses, pulled his suitcase, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the school gate alone.

The surrounding sound is very noisy, and the hustle and bustle makes people very upset.

At this time, there was a small discussion around him.

"Why did Dean Huang come to the school gate today to be a greeting!"

"Who knows, maybe enjoy the respect that others greet him."

"What a pervert."

Several students walked past Feng Xiu, and when they arrived at the gate, they bowed and said hello, "Dean Huang, good morning." ”

Feng Xiu looked up and saw Huang Jing standing at the school gate, students who came and went bowed to him and said hello, Huang Jing nodded slightly, looking left and right, as if he was looking for someone.

I can't be looking for him.

Feng Xiu was a troublesome person, 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, just avoiding Huang Jing's gaze.

Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, he was suddenly tapped on the right shoulder.

"Brother Feng, what a coincidence."

Feng Xiu turned his head, with a bright smile and a flattering tone, looking at him with a smile.

"Qin Fengqing!"

Feng Xiu prayed secretly and never found out. Maybe Dean Huang is not waiting for him, but he is self-inflicted.

"Feng Xiu classmate!"

Huang Jing spoke, and the originally noisy school gate suddenly quieted down, and they all followed Huang Jing's gaze.

"Dean Huang, what's wrong?"

I don't know about the seal.

"Feng Xiu, I apologize to you for my pride and prejudice. I beg your forgiveness to me. ”

Huang Jing bowed slightly, his expression sincere.

The school gate was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard, who is Huang Jing, the dean of the Weapons College of Mowu University, a strong grandmaster, there are only a few dozen grandmasters in the entire Huaguo, and he Huang Jing is equivalent to a person at the level of nuclear weapons in Huaguo.

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

"Sealing?"

The student of the Demon Martial Arts suddenly realized, wasn't it that genius's freshman? The demon who can't get up with the demon martial arts master who can be suppressed by mental power alone. Unexpectedly, even Dean Huang had to give in.

The mentor of the Demon Martial Arts now understands the status of Feng Xiu in this school.

Not far away, a figure quickly rushed over, this person was Fang Ping, he ran to Feng Xiu's side and squeezed Qin Fengqing away.