Chu Xisheng's first idea was to seek help from the martial arts instructors on duty in the building.
But what made Chu Xisheng feel chilled was that the two martial arts instructors he found along the corridor had very cold attitudes.
"They want to go against you? Do you have any real evidence?"
"I think you are hysterical. They are all your senior brothers. How can they be malicious to you?"
Chu Xisheng saw a bit of disdain and pity in the eyes of these two people.
When the young men behind him saw this, they became even more unscrupulous, each with a fierce look in their eyes and a smile on their face as they approached Chu Xisheng.
There were nine of them in total, all different in height, short, fat, and thin, but without exception they were all strong and strong.
Chu Xisheng sighed secretly, knowing that she could only rely on herself.
He conveniently picked up a wooden stick used to make scrolls from the bookshelf next to him. It was made of black ironwood, which was not easy to use and was quite heavy.
Chu Xisheng's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of ways to deal with these people.
It's definitely not possible to carry it head on.
These newly promoted inner sect disciples are all about the same strength, their martial arts are at the beginning level, and their Yang Yuan Gong will not go beyond the first level.
There are some people with extraordinary talents whose strength can reach the level of 'lower ninth grade', but they are very few.
When it comes to fighting alone, Chu Xisheng is confident that he will not lose, but there are nine people on the opponent's side.
No matter how fast Chu Xisheng's knife was, he couldn't defeat them all in an instant.
What's more, in his hand, there was just a heavy wooden stick.
Therefore, it is necessary to find a narrow alley to meet the enemy. In this way, no matter how many opponents there are, only one can fight him head-on.
Only by always maintaining a one-on-one situation can he have a chance of winning.
If that doesn't work, you can also spend one martial arts point to buy the 'Divine Power Pill' from the martial arts treasure house.
It can temporarily increase his strength by twice, speed by 60%, and reflexes by 60%, enough to make him invincible.
Chu Xisheng was determined, and immediately ran wildly. He ran out of the encirclement before the teenagers surrounded him, and ran up the stairs with all his strength.
The teenagers were caught off guard and took a moment to react.
"Chase!"
The nine people followed him one after another, chasing up the stairs like a mad tiger.
Just after they left, many inner disciples around them were also alerted and gathered in groups.
They looked at the stairs suspiciously and started talking among themselves.
"what happened?"
"I recognize the ones at the back. They are all from the Haiqing Gang at the east dock of the city."
"The man being chased is called Chu Xisheng, the one who almost cut off the second young master of the Long family's hand yesterday. These people from the Haiqing Gang must have received money from the Long family and are here today to cause trouble for Chu Xisheng."
"Chu Xisheng? I heard that this guy's sword skills are very fast. Master Lei personally commented that his talent is not inferior to that of the true chief Li Fenglai. But this time he suffered a misfortune. Those people were all good players raised by the Haiqing Gang, and their strength was close to him.
At the ninth level, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands."
"It's a pity. I'm afraid this person will be abolished."
"Don't you care about the teaching in the building? This is too dark."
"Shut up. If you don't want to hang out in the martial arts gym, just keep talking."
Chu Xisheng ran to the third floor and ran straight to the left.
He saw a small corridor in the east corner on the left side of this floor. The entrance was about four feet wide and could only accommodate two people at most. It was the most suitable place for him to fight.
While running, Chu Xisheng was secretly doubtful.
He didn't even see a martial arts teacher along the way.
There was nothing in all directions, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Is there no one on this floor? Is there no martial arts teacher on duty?
Just as Chu Xisheng ran into the corner of the corridor on the left, nine wolf-like teenagers rushed up the stairs one after another.
They looked around, looking for Chu Xisheng.
"Where has this guy gone?"
This was a tall, fat young man. He also held a wooden stick in his hand and glanced around with cold eyes: "Bastard! He runs pretty fast."
Another young man with eyes like bells and a stubble on his face was also looking around: "Look around, it should be on this floor. I didn't hear him going upstairs just now. We have ours on the other two stairs.
There are people blocking the way and he can't get out.
Don't rush to take action after you find the person. This guy's sword skills are very sharp. We are no match for him if we fight alone——"
The bearded boy's voice suddenly stopped, and they saw a figure walking out of the room next to them.
This is a man from the Qing Dynasty, wearing a red crown, his face is as white as jade, and his lips are as white as blood.
Between his eyebrows, there was a blue mark that looked like a sword.
After the man walked out of the door, he looked at them expressionlessly, his eyes seemed to be looking at the garbage blocking the road, with a hint of boredom.
The fat young man was annoyed that he couldn't find anyone, and immediately glared at him angrily: "What are you looking at? Haiqing is doing something for you, so get out of here!"
The man was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed with a "ha" sound.
The fat young man became even more angry when he saw this. Just when he was about to open his mouth to scold him, he saw the man Qingjun stretched out a white jade-like hand and grabbed him from a distance.
"Crack!"
Following this crisp sound of bone cracking, the fat boy's hands and calves suddenly folded backwards, and his whole body fell to the ground.
He was stunned for a moment, then let out a heart-rending scream.
The Qingjun man flicked his sleeves again, and the burly young man in front of him who pounced forward seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hand. His whole body hit the wall like a torn sack. When he fell down, his hands and feet were also
Broken bones, unconscious.
When the bearded boy saw this scene, his expression froze for a while.
This seems to be the release of true energy? But shouldn't this be an ability that only sixth-grade martial arts cultivators have? How could it appear in an inner disciple?
"Who are you--"
He looked intently at the Qingjun man in front of him, as well as the bruise between the man's eyebrows, and suddenly thought of a person.
Then a cold air rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making the hair stand on end all over his body.
This person is Blood Wind Sword Li Daogui!
Why is an important criminal wanted by the imperial court in the library of Zhengyang Martial Arts School?
Just when this idea came to the bearded boy's mind, his hands and feet were pushed back by a huge force, making a crisp clicking sound.
The unparalleled pain instantly interrupted his thoughts, causing him to let out an extremely shrill howl.
These screams one after another not only shocked and surprised the many inner disciples on the first floor, but also puzzled Chu Xisheng who was hiding in the narrow corridor.
Chu Xisheng was confused. Could these guys be trying to trick him out of here?
He immediately thought that there were many people on the other side and it was not necessary, so he followed the sound and walked over.
When Chu Xisheng walked to the corner, she cautiously poked her head outside, and then she was stunned for a while.
He saw the nine teenagers lying on the ground at the entrance of the stairs. Not only were their hands and feet bent abnormally, but they also made no sound.
What's happening here?
Are these guys dead? Who did it?
Chu Xisheng looked around and saw no one around him.
He hesitated again and again, but then walked over.
After getting closer, Chu Xisheng discovered that although these teenagers were unconscious, they were still breathing weakly.
Their injuries were extremely severe. Both hands and feet were broken, and they were the most difficult-to-treat comminuted fractures.
Just when Chu Xisheng poked the stick in his hand, trying to turn the body of one of the fat boys over to look at it, he heard a burst of footsteps coming from the stairs.
Chu Xisheng turned around and saw several martial arts instructors leading a group of people running up from the bottom of the stairs.
Before these people even walked out of the stairs, their expressions were dull for a while.
They looked at the nine unconscious teenagers on the ground, and then they all looked at Chu Xisheng with shocked expressions.
This chapter has been completed!