Chapter 250: Into the rivers and lakes, life and death cant help it (1/2)

Liao Cangfang, the supreme lord of Qishan, died, and his limbs were cut off and his flesh was cut off. The process of death was slow and painful.

Cruel? cruel!

But this is also the price that must be paid to kill the disciples!

Jun Chang smiled and smiled, his gaze gradually disappeared, and Xiao Xiaoji came to the two of them, each feeding a healer.

brush!

brush!

Suddenly, the second life jumped up and down.

When seeing Liao Cangfang, who had his limbs severed, and Ling Chi, it was still difficult to subside.

A second-class Wuzong and a sixth-rate martial arts man were just easily tortured and killed, so don't be too scary!

At that moment, Xiao Guiji finally realized that although the head of the club rarely shots on weekdays, his strength was really strong.

It wasn't just Liao Cangfang who died.

There are also martial arts fighters who chase the members of Xiyutang. They all died tragically in the hands of Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo.

Many of them were martial arts of the second and third ranks, but they could not escape the death in front of a group of disciples.

Old rules, licking the bag.

After licking, the bodies were piled together and burned with flames.

The martial arts of various factions are not affluent. The wealthy is Liao Cangfang. A lot of martial arts and spirit stones are stored in the space ring.

There are crystal nuclei, there are a hundred in the middle class and more than ten in the high class.

Jun Chang took it away with a smile and secretly said: ”All invested in the incubator should increase the contribution value by one or two points.”

After everything was done, Liao Cangfang's body was burned, and his disciples were returned to the Iron Bone Pie.

Xiao Yutang, who was bombarded and killed, was carried by Xiao Xinji, with grief and self-blame in his eyes.

If it wasn't for being too careless, and being trapped in the valley by military men from various factions in Hayang-gun, my brother would not have died for me.

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After returning to the Iron Bone School, Jun Chang laughed and chose a feng shui treasure site suitable for burial in Houshan, and then excavated the cemetery.

On the day of the burial, the sky was dark and drizzle.

All disciples of the Iron Skeleton stood by the grave and saw off this fallen fellow.

”Sorry……”

Standing in front of the tombstone, Xiao Xie bowed his head, and his self-blame was even heavier: ”It was my brother and sister.”

Jun Chang patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, ”Qin Li died because of you, so you should live well and keep getting stronger to repay him.”

After that, turn around and leave.

It's meaningless to say more words of comfort, only the parties can really figure it out.

What's more, when a disciple fell and Jun Chang smiled uncomfortably, who could come to comfort him.

Xiao Xinji had no idea, and always stood in front of the tombstone.

Until one day and one night, his fists were clenched tightly, and he murmured, ”Master, I will live well, I will work hard to become stronger, use my own life to guard the iron bones, and defend the same door!”

This is figured out.

He figured it out, Jun Chang laughed and didn't figure it out.

Sitting alone in the study, I still have blame in my heart.

If it were not for the disciples to participate in the martial arts contest, there would be no disciples' death.

The death of a disciple has happened on Heifeng Mountain.

But the disciple was greedy for life and feared death, and in order to survive, he betrayed the martial arts and turned to Zhou Tianba, so he died, and Jun Chang laughed without any psychological burden.

However, Qin Li died because of saving Tongtong, and in the true sense he was the first disciple of the sect to make him feel uncomfortable.

”What do you want? I don't even host morning exercises.” Li Luoqiu did not know when to lean in front of the study, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jun Chang smiled and shook his head: ”Aren't you sad that you have lost a member of Xiyutang?”

Li Luoqiu came and sat in front of him, holding his hands together, questioningly, ”I can't be resurrected from death. Is sadness useful?”

Jun often smiled for a moment.

Yeah, people are dead. Is sadness useful?

Li Luoqiu continued: ”Since we live in this cruel world, what we need to do is not to remember the deceased, but to constantly strengthen to comfort their spirit in heaven.”

This resembled yesterday's words to comfort Xiao Xinji. Jun Chang laughed and hoped his disciples could figure it out, but he couldn't figure it out.

”they?”