C13 (1/2)
Lei Bao and his men immediately told everything that happened yesterday to Zhao Yiming. In their mouths, Yang Fan was simply an unforgivable scoundrel.
”Yang Fan? Which peak's expert is this? ” Zhao Yiming frowned, a trace of doubt appearing in his eyes. Luo Cheng was not weak, he was at the peak of the Third Empyrean, and he was only one step away from becoming a part of the Bronze Man alley, which was even more extraordinary than the thunderstorm. He was only one step away from the Fifth Empyrean realm.
”Master Zhao, it's either the experts from other peaks or our Black Bamboo Peak's Yang Fan. Sss!” Because he was too excited, his wound was pulled, causing Lei Bao to gasp in pain.
”What?” Our summit's Yang Fan? ” Zhao Yiming's eyes were wide opened and his face was filled with disbelief, as if he had seen a legendary ghost. Yang Fan, he had a faint impression that this shy youth with low innate talent was one of the people who would definitely be chased out this year. This kind of trash, not to mention being the number one in Black Bamboo Peak, any of the service disciples in front of him could beat him up to the point of looking for his teeth!
”Master Zhao, it is that Little Brute. You must avenge us!” Lei Bao cried once again. His voice was really sad, and anyone who heard it would cry.
”Truly... Was it really him? But how is that possible!? ” Even though reason told him that what Lei Bao and the others said was the truth and that it was, after all, not something glorious, they did not have the courage to deceive him with this matter, he was still unable to accept it.
Yang Fan was the trash that was famous for their Black Bamboo Peak, and he was definitely going to be swept out. Lei Bao, on the other hand, was the strongest in their Black Bamboo Peak, and he had always placed great expectations on him, so the difference between the two was simply like clouds and mud.
”Master, everything that disciple says is true. I will not lie in the slightest!” Seeing that Zhao Yiming still could not believe it, Lei Bao was anxious, ”This disciple can swear!”
”Looks like all of this is true!” At this moment, even if Zhao Yiming could not accept it, he had no choice but to believe that Lei Bao and the others were truly injured by Yang Fan.
”I plead for Master to uphold justice for us. That Yang Fan doesn't respect our sect in the slightest and heavily injured us like this. He is simply deranged, and cannot be blamed even if he dies a thousand times!”
The moment Lei Bao's voice fell, the emotions of his subordinates exploded as they echoed one after another …
”That's right!” Please redress our grievances, head! ”
”I, Yang Fan, am not convinced!”
”God won't forgive us if we don't punish Yang Fan!”
”All of you shut up and make a ruckus! What a shame!” Zhao Yiming's face suddenly turned cold, ”Men, call Yang Fan over!”
Hearing that, the corners of Lei Bao's mouth curled up as a hint of pride emerged on his face. ”Little Brute, let's see how you die this time!”
Very quickly, Yang Fan was led by a servant to the small courtyard on the peak.
As Yang Fan slowly approached, Lei Bao and the rest all revealed looks of hatred, especially the mummy-like Lei Bao and Luo Cheng, whose eyes were bloodshot and bloody, truly wishing for nothing more than to eat and drink his flesh. If looks could kill, Yang Fan would have been cut into ten thousand pieces by them, and executed by Ling Chi!
It was this Little Brute who had cruelly crippled his four limbs and made it difficult for him to cultivate in the martial way in his life. This hatred was even greater than the heavens and deeper than the seas!