Super Star Martial Arts

"Bitch, shut up if you don't want to die."

The sixteen-year-old boy threatened his sister with a sinister expression.

Zhong Ling was just a spoiled female student. How had she ever seen such a bloody scene?

For a moment, I completely lost my opinion, trembling with fear, and tears streaming down my face.

Zhong Yuanshan's limbs twitched, his eyes widened with anger, and finally he died.

The corpse lay on the bed, dying with eyes closed.

Blood soaked the sheets.

This second master in the slums never dreamed that his beloved youngest son and his most loyal nephew would join forces to murder him.

At the last moment when his life came to an abrupt end, Zhong Yuanshan did not wait for the return of Li Xiaofei, his chosen successor.

"Sister, don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Keep you and dedicate you to Master Dugu Que of the Black Blood Society."

"In three days, go and serve Master Dugu honestly. If you serve him well, your brother and I will be able to secure our position as president."

"For other things, don't say a word."

"Say one more word and I'll have you take your turn now."

"Did you hear that?"

Zhong Yang threatened his sister viciously.

Zhong Ling's heart trembled.

Only then did she realize that her brother might have already colluded with the people of the Black Blood Society.

All this was a conspiracy that had been planned long ago.

It's over.

All is lost.

Even if Li Xiaofei comes back, he can't undo all this.

Zhong Ling sat paralyzed on the ground.

Frightened and frightened, she could only choose to cooperate honestly.

The room soon became quiet again.

After a while.

Zhong Yang and Zhong Yuanbo walked to the yard with sad faces.

"My father is dead."

"Before he died, he passed on the position of president to me."

"From now on, I have the final say here."

"My father also told me before he died that Li Xiaofei had rebellious intentions and needed to clean up the family as soon as possible."

Facing the gazes of the club leaders, Zhong Yang said loudly.

"I testify that what Mr. Yang said is true."

The master of the lobby, Zhong Yuanbo Shi, also spoke in agreement.

At the same time, he released the coercive aura of a third-level master and scanned the crowd.

The big and small bosses looked at each other.

People with brighter minds have vaguely understood what happened.

But facing the powerful lobby owner, no one dared to speak.

Zhong Yang nodded with satisfaction.

Zhong Yuanbo also smiled with satisfaction.

He looked at Zhong Yang as if he were looking at a satisfying puppet toy.

…

…

boom!

The engine roared.

Li Xiaofei rode a heavy motorcycle and roared into the hospital.

When he looked up, he saw the white mourning hall that had been decorated.

Li Xiaofei's heart trembled.

not good.

Could it be that Master has already left Hexi?

"Li Xiaofei, where the hell did you go? You didn't answer the phone and you just came back at this time?"

Zhongyang people rushed out of the mourning hall, attacked Li Xiaofei first, and cursed Li Xiaofei.

Li Xiaofei ignored this second generation ancestor.

He strode into the mourning hall.

He saw his master, Zhong Yuanshan, the former second master of the slums, now wearing a shroud with a pale face, lying quietly in the white jade material.

Closed my eyes forever.

In front of the coffin, kneeling was a nineteen-year-old girl.

The girl has snow-white skin and picturesque eyebrows.

Her appearance is very delicate and beautiful, her figure is thin, like a lily in bud, and she has a delicate aura that is rare for women in the slums.

If you want to be pretty, be filial.

Wearing this well-fitting white mourning dress, the hem of the dress was soaked with tears, making her look even more pitiful.

It was Zhong Ling, Zhong Yuanshan's eldest daughter.

Zhong Ling raised his head and looked at Li Xiaofei with tears in his eyes, but hesitated to speak.

Li Xiaofei nodded to her and said nothing more.

He knelt in front of the white stone coffin, offered incense and wine, and then kowtowed three times.

"Master, don't worry, old man, I will definitely kill Dugu Que and avenge you."

He said solemnly.

The so-called kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water.

The revenge of killing the master must not be unavenged.

"Revenge is up to you?"

Zhong Yang's extremely arrogant sneer came from behind, "Li Xiaofei, who are you? You don't deserve to talk nonsense in this mourning hall." .??.

Li Xiaofei stood up slowly and bowed to the old man who was sleeping in the coffin.

"When will Master be buried?"

He turned around and asked calmly.

"none of your business."

Zhong Yang did not hide his pride and sneered, "This old guy is my father, not your father. I can bury him whenever I want..."

The words have not yet finished.

Snapped.

Li Xiaofei raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Zhong Yang was caught off guard and was beaten clockwise in a circle, his mouth and nose bleeding.

"You...you dare to hit me?"

He was stunned and looked at Li Xiaofei in disbelief.

"This slap teaches you that as a son of man, your father's body is still cold, but you are rude and swearing in the mourning hall, disrespecting human relations."

Li Xiaofei said calmly.

Zhong Yang was furious, "Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a dog raised by my Zhong family..."

Snapped.

Li Xiaofei slapped him again.

Zhong Yang turned counterclockwise.

"This slap will teach you that as a junior, you don't know how to respect your senior brother."

Li Xiaofei still said calmly, "If you dare to curse one more time, I will smash your mouth."

Zhong Yang was stunned.

He was a little scared.

He covered his face and looked at Li Xiaofei in shock and anger.

what happened?

Li Xiaofei today seems to be a different person.

In the past, let alone scolding him, even if you spit on his face, you would just wipe it, and you would not fight back.

"Li Xiaofei, you are too arrogant and domineering. The old president's body is still cold, and you are beating up his beloved adopted son in the mourning hall. Do you still care about me, the master of the hall?"

A bald middle-aged man walked in from outside and spoke

Accusation.

Li Xiaofei frowned.

The memory of his predecessor told him that this person's name was Zhong Yuanbo.

He is the nephew of the old club president, with a three-level star power cultivation level, and is now the number one hall master of Yuntian Club.

He is also an ambitious guy.

In the past, when the old president was here, he could still suppress him.

Now that the old president died, he couldn't wait to jump out and cause trouble.

"As a senior fellow, what's wrong with me teaching my junior fellow apprentices a lesson?"

Li Xiaofei asked rhetorically.

He is Zhong Yuanshan's disciple, and he can be regarded as Zhong Yang's senior brother.

"Even if you are a senior brother, you should not be violent in the mourning hall. Xiaoyang is the child that your master worked so hard to raise."

Zhong Yuanbo sneered and reprimanded without explanation, "I think you clearly saw that the president was dead and wanted to take the opportunity to rebel... Someone is here."

Footsteps sounded.

Thirty or forty elite swordsmen who had been ambushing them for a long time appeared and surrounded both the inside and outside of the mourning hall.

The sword flashed.

It's freezing cold.

Li Xiaofei's expression did not change.

To be honest, he was surprised at how quickly he adapted to this jungle world.

When he first crossed over, perhaps such a murderous scene would make his legs weak.

but now?

I can't scare him anymore.

When Zhong Yang saw the situation reversed, he suddenly became arrogant again.

"Li Xiaofei, you didn't expect it, we were already prepared."

He looked up to the sky and laughed triumphantly and said, "Hahaha, kneel down now and pray for my forgiveness, otherwise, you will die without any body parts under the knife."

"Don't kneel down yet."

Zhong Yuanbo also shouted sharply.

Clang Clang Clang.

More than thirty swordsmen all showed their machetes and pointed at Li Xiaofei.

The huge mourning hall was suddenly filled with cold light and murderous intent.

Third update.

Looking for collections and various iaoiao.

The new book issue requires everyone to irrigate and fertilize.

In addition, a brother asked about the difference between Xinwu and Daxia Ancient Wu. This will appear later in the article. If you are interested, you can find out.