The sandbags in the audience were in an uproar. The core disciple obviously used all his strength, which was obviously to kill Jun Wuhui.

The Shabao Camp has unwritten rules. Although the life of the Shabao seems to be not a life for everyone, it is the property of the sect after all. It cannot be easily beaten to death. Once it is beaten to death, it will have to compensate a lot of spirit stones. Because the special nature of the Shabao is not easy to collect.

Therefore, no one will deliberately beat the sandbag to death. The deacons in the sandbag camp are responsible for managing these matters. Once they find that a disciple deliberately uses the sandbag to vent their anger, they will record it and punish them severely. If it is an accidental mistake, a fine will be imposed according to the severity of the circumstances.

However, some disciples are rich and do not care about these things, and today this core disciple is probably pursuing this purpose.

"Ahem...puff..."

Jun Wuhui fell to the ground from a high altitude, and blood gushed wildly. He wanted to force himself to get up, but he tried several times but didn't get up.

The core disciple Zhang Chao sneered and said, "Okay, I didn't expect that the Dantian was destroyed and still resisted the beating so much. OK, okay, I'll see how many punches you can get from me today?"

The deacon of the Shabao Camp saw Zhang Chao's words and knew it was not good. He hurried over and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, that's OK. If you continue to kill this sandbao, you will be beaten to death."

Zhang Chao raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "What? Do you dare to stop me?"

The deacon of Shabao Camp was heartbroken. He knew that this Zhang Chao should not be offended, but his duty was so dependent on his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, I don't mean that. You should also know the rules of Shabao Camp. If you deliberately beat Shabao to death, you will have to be severely punished. I will consider you."

Zhang Chao smiled and said without a smile: "You are kind! But I don't need to think about me. I have some spirit stones! Today I will kill this sandbag. If you don't want to lose your arms and legs, it's better to stay away from me! There are some people you can't afford to offend."

Then Zhang Chao untied the Qiankun bag and rushed down directly. The shiny spirit stones scattered all over the ground. A brief look at the low-grade spirit stones were nearly hundreds of fast.

All the sandbags were stunned. When did they see so many spirit stones?

When the deacon of Shabao Camp heard Zhang Chao say this, he was shocked when he saw the spirit stones scattered all over the ground. Who are the words of "some people"? Thinking about Jun Wuhui's identity and rumors, is it...

The deacon of the Shabao Camp suddenly shuddered and retreated repeatedly. This involved the battle between the upper class, and it was not something that he, a small deacon, could intervene.

"I dare not, I dare not..."

Everyone looked at Jun Wuhui with pity on his face. This guy is dead now.

At this moment, everyone saw a person suddenly appearing beside Jun Wuhui, helping Jun Wuhui up and nodding with a smile: "Yeah... not bad, not bad, the physique is quite strong, thirteen bones were broken, two meridians were broken, and the spleen was bleeding. It's okay, I can't die."

Everyone was stunned. Isn’t this person Boss Ye who was in the limelight yesterday? Why is this guy...

Jun Wuhui saw Ye Qiu coming to support him, his scattered pupils suddenly gathered, and he was moved in his heart. Then he said anxiously: "Senior brother... cough cough cough... don't worry about me, this person... cough cough... I came to take my life... cough cough... I can't escape the disaster today..."

Then Jun Wuhui smiled and said, "It's a pity that I just met my senior brother yesterday... I really met you... I regret it was too late!"

Ye Qiu rolled his eyes and said, "Don't make it like a separation from life and death. Stop calm down, don't talk. It will be troublesome if the ribs penetrate into the heart. With me here, you can't even die."

Then Ye Qiu reached out and kneaded Jun Wuhui's body a few times, resetting the broken bones on Jun Wuhui's body, took out a golden needle, and took out a few "swipe" and stabbed it on the big acupoint around Jun Wuhui's body.

Ye Qiu smiled and patted Jun Wuhui and said, "When you go back, you will get some medicine. This minor injury will be cured in three days."

Everyone was stunned. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jun Wuhui was 90% away from his life, but in Boss Ye's mouth it turned into a minor injury, and he didn't fool people like this.

However, as the person involved, Jun Wuhui was already shocked. People who practiced their bodies knew very well, and he could feel that his injuries were really curbed.

All the broken bones were returned to their positions, and the internal organ bleeding was strangely reabsorbed by the body. The extremely serious injury was cured by several golden needles. If the medicine was taken properly, it would be necessary to recover in three days.

Ye Qiu patted the shocked Jun Wuhui with a soothing pat, stood up and looked at Zhang Chao, and said with a smile: "This senior brother, Shabao Camp is a place for martial arts practice, not a place to vent his anger. It's a bit too much to deliberately kill someone?"

As soon as Ye Qiuhe spoke, the audience's face changed. This guy was too brave, but as a sandbag, he dared to talk to his core disciples like this.

Zhang Chao smiled and pointed at Ye Qiu with a angrily smile, saying, "What are you? How dare you blame me? A bunch of dirty and despicable sworms, pigs, garbage. I will kill you if you say you want to kill you, and cut you if you say you are cut you. Who dares to say no? If you don't have any trouble, just get away, otherwise I will even die you!"

When all the sandbags heard this, their faces looked extremely ugly. Although they had almost lost their dignity, this extremely vicious and sinister curse still made the souls of these sandbags feel deeply hurt, but they only dared not speak out.

Ye Qiu was not angry and still smiled and said, "What are you? The identity of a core disciple? The outstanding talent? The noble identity? Are these your proud capital?"

Ye Qiu seemed to ask Zhang Chao again, and then shook his head and answered directly without waiting for Zhang Chao to speak: "No, no, no, you are just a poor worm, a chess piece driven by humans, a mediocre talent who can't get too far or too far. Compared to the sandbag silently enduring fate, you are more like a self-pity clown. In front of the sandbag, you are as noble as a god, and in front of the more noble people, you are not as low as a dog?"

Ye Qiu raised his chest and looked up at Zhang Chao proudly and contemptuously. Everyone was stunned when he heard this. A sandbag actually pointed at his nose and scolded a core disciple. Every sentence was bloody, and every word was heartbroken. Although he didn't have a dirty word, it seemed like a pot of blood was pouring over the sky and pouring it on his heart.

No one can imagine that even cursing can be so elegant and graceful. This is not a swearing person, it is simply art.

Even the inner disciples who were training here were stunned and looked at Ye Qiu in shock at Zhenzhen's words, and his hands stopped.
Chapter completed!