Some of the rules of Wuji Gate are extremely harsh, and every quarter of an hour before the morning exercise, a drum is beaten, and the three-way drum cannot be named, and when the master has a bad temper, he may be beaten to death. Even many masters who have become famous have maintained the habit of being disciples a hundred years ago, and they have to go to the school when they hear the sound of drums.

In the hurried flow of people, Tong Hu, who was going to the gate in the opposite direction, was like a carp going upstream, dodging left and right.

Many looked at him with amazement, whispered, and then looked at him with contempt and disgust.

"Isn't this the one that came out of the Yaksha Gate?" someone passed by Tong Hu, brushing the sleeves of his shirt that had been touched, and frowned, "I really want to teach him a lesson." ”

"Then why not do it?"

"No time. Besides, leave it to Feng Qi, Feng Qi is not clamoring to kill him, looking around. ”

Although Tong Hu was wearing the new clothes he had scavenged from Bai Feng and them, he had not taken a bath for a long time, his hair was dirty, and he had a bad smell of sweat when he got closer, even though it was a little uncomfortable for the people who had just eaten breakfast and had just drunk fresh air in the morning, they didn't want to touch it, so there was no friction.

Tong Hu looked at the oncoming crowd and noticed that most of these fellow disciples were in a group of several people, less than three or four people, and many seven or eight people, thinking about it, it was easy to understand, they were all in the same room. If the relationship is good enough, he should also walk with the three of Bai Feng, Fighting, and Crazy Bear, so that they will not cause trouble. As for how to be good friends and build trust with each other, it should be very simple, sleep together, sleep together, right?

Just thinking about it, I saw Bai Feng, Fighting, and Crazy Bear also walking quickly with tired faces. Because Tong Hu didn't come back, the three of them didn't sleep well all night. Suddenly, when he saw Tong Hu walking out, he was so frightened that he dodged to the side, hid in the crowd and passed by sideways, pretending not to see it.

Tong Hu looked at them with a good smile, and the eyes of the three people were secretly looking over, and when their eyes touched Tong Hu, their legs trembled with fright.

Bai Feng's face was even more bloodless, if it was known that he was beaten by Tong Hu last night, he would really lose face, and he couldn't mix it. But if I don't say hello to Tong Hu, I'm afraid that I will be beaten again at night. Finding someone to ask for help is also an extremely difficult thing for him to talk about. Besides, who can they look for? Others don't know, the three of them know very well that Feng Qi's kind of goods will be beaten into a piece of by Tong Hu.

When he was struggling, a young man who had just started was surrounded by seven or eight friends from the same door, talking and laughing, and rushed over, dressed brightly, holding boiled eggs and pancakes in his hands, eating while walking, and suddenly Tong Hu was together.

The young man at the head frowned and said loudly: "Scum, get out of the way!"

The group of people were all disdainful, although Tong Hu was older than them, but Tong Hu's shameless performance in that battle made them feel contempt, so the reaction of the leading teenager was unanimously agreed by everyone.

Fighting whispered: "Brother Baifeng, do you want to say something and settle this matter?"

Bai Feng said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about this. Those little bastards belong to Kunlun Hall. There seems to be a lot of meaning in one sentence. The cockfighting and the wild bear will suddenly understand, and they will provoke a lot of backstage to come out, beat Tong Hu, and they can turn over.

Tong Hu took a look, the young man led by him was wearing a white silk robe, a delicate armed belt tied around his waist, and a waist plate symbolizing the identity of the ten generations of disciples of Wuji Gate, but it was different from him, it was red copper. The little face of the puff puff is full of heroic energy, the eyes are clear, the hat is inlaid with a piece of jade, and the whole person is like a piece of jade, glowing with a vigorous divine light.

Tong Hu kicked on the crotch of the little junior brother who was in the way, making the other party's puffy little face instantly purple, and then broke the other party's fingers, took the boiled egg and ate it, stuffed the egg skin into the young man's arms, and slapped the other party aside.

If you are so mixed that even a group of little rabbits dare to block the way, you will not be able to live this day. Anyway, impermanence said that he could do whatever he wanted.

However, a group of young disciples did not get out of the way, but stood in a row with the same hatred, helped the fallen young man up, puffed up his chest, and glared at Tong Hu angrily.

"Trash!" the beaten boy stood up with a bright red slap mark on his face, gritted his teeth, and said loudly, "Even if you are better than us, you are still a piece of garbage! Even if we can't beat you, we won't give way to such garbage like you!"

Falling in the ears of the tiger child, this is just the mournful cry of the lost dog. Tong Hu swallowed the boiled egg and licked his mouth, after all, one egg was too little. He hadn't eaten anything decent in the Yaksha palace for a long time.

The boy with the pancake in his hand saw a fist in front of him become bigger.

After a few screams, a group of teenagers fell to the ground, rolling in pain. Tong Hu stepped on their bodies and took away the breakfast in his hands one by one. A backbone teenager held a boiled egg and refused to let go, and with a miserable scream, Tong Hu almost broke his fingers.

Tong Hu kicked the young man under his feet to the side, stuffed the boiled egg into his mouth, hit the other party in the face with the eggshell, and walked away. Whether Lao Tzu is garbage or not, it's not your turn to judge. Besides, it's better to be a garbage in your eyes than a grandson in your eyes.

The young disciples wept and wept. The feeling of being bullied was uncomfortable, and the young man at the head shouted: "Don't cry! One day, we will take revenge!"

The people around looked at Tong Hu with disgusted eyes, but no one stopped them. Tong Hu's punches are fast and heavy, and if you don't use Xuan Bing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with. At this time, everyone is in a hurry to go to the school to accept the roll call, and no one wants to cause more trouble. In Wujimen, no matter what the reason, even if you are seriously injured on the road and miss the roll call early, you will also be unlucky.

Several disciples who were obviously higher ranked stretched out their wrists, showed the Xuantie bracelet on their wrists, hesitated for a moment, retracted their sleeves, and snorted coldly. It doesn't matter if you teach Tong Hu a lesson, using Xuan Bing in such a dense flow of people may injure many people by mistake and may also delay time.

Tong Hu didn't care about the disgusted gaze around him, and swaggered through the flow of people.

It seems that even in Wujimen, there is a big difference in the experiences of disciples. Not all of them are born as fighting boys, and there are also young people who spend a lot of money to come to learn art, with a certain inexplicable sense of justice.

For trampling on such weak people, the current Tong Hu can be without sympathy. What's more, about the spirit of this sect, he has already understood very clearly, there is the ability to live, there is no ability to die, Wuji Jingtianmen is a sect of survival, not a righteous sect.

A beautiful girl with a bun on her head looked back from afar, pouting at the handsome man beside her as if she were coquettish.

"Senior Brother Tang, they don't care, you don't care what they do? It's a very simple thing for Senior Brother to teach that disgusting Tong Hu a lesson, right?"