Has it been abolished?

Doesn't it mean that now all Zhao Yuanjun's cultivation has disappeared, he no longer has any combat effectiveness, and has become a complete useless person?

Li Lin wanted to laugh a little. He actually had a quarrel with someone. Wasn't he lowering his status?

Squinting his eyes slightly, Li Lin focused on Zhao Yuanjun's storage bag. With a wave of his hand, the storage bag fell into his hand. Without even looking at the contents, he withdrew the foot that was on Zhao Yuanjun.

He flew away without looking back.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanjun felt a little relieved. Although the storage bag was lost, his life was finally saved.

When Li Lin's figure was about to completely disappear from everyone's sight, his words came through: "This waste is left to you to deal with."

Many disciples who were still mocking, ridiculing and despising Zhao Yuanjun, their eyes lit up and they smiled at Zhao Yuanjun:

"You are already a useless person. The sect will not raise useless people. You are no longer an inner sect disciple and are not the same sect as us."

"You dare to disturb our practice, you are a waste, you are so courageous!"

"Now, even if we want to kill you, the sect won't have any objections!"

"You dare to ruin our good deeds. How do you think our former brothers and sisters will repay your kindness?"

"We can give you a decent chance and you can kill yourself!"

"Senior Sister is right. Even if we kill him now, the sect will not only not punish us, but will be pleased with our actions!"

"Well, let's do it. We have to beat him."

"What do you want to do? I'm a disciple of the Ziyue Sect, you can't kill me!" Zhao Yuanjun, who was lying on the ground, saw them surrounding him. He was so frightened that he lost his mind and trembled. He couldn't move even if he wanted to.

"Hey, look at my feet that are beyond recognition."

"Look at my unicorn arms."

"Watch me sweep through the Tianya Fist."

"Look at my Bahuang** Palm."

A group of people gathered around, smiled cruelly, and punched and kicked Zhao Yuanjun. The sound of banging and banging was like setting off firecrackers during a festival.

"Senior sister, I was wrong, let me go..."

"Senior brother, please spare me, I really didn't mean it..."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Please let me go!"

"Let...let...me go."

One group of people were beaten violently, and then another group was replaced. Zhao Yuanjun's screams were extremely shrill and harsh, spreading in all directions.

The hell-like feeling was too strange. Zhao Yuanjun was knocked unconscious, and less than a minute later, he was woken up by a violent storm of fists and kicks. Repeatedly, Zhao Yuanjun realized what it meant - he couldn't live but couldn't die.

I didn't feel it when I bullied others. It turns out that this is how I feel when being bullied, cruel and helpless, and I want to resist but can't do anything.

You are a swordsman and I am a fish and meat!

I don’t know how many times I fainted or woke up from the pain. Zhao Yuanjun has become numb. Gradually, his eyes become blurred and he is also at a loss. He is recalling every bit of the past. It is so beautiful!

However, all this has nothing to do with him.

No matter how much I regret it, I can't go back.

"I regret so much..." Before Zhao Yuanjun finally passed out, a voice echoed in his mind consistently, as if it would never dissipate.

I beat Zhao Yuanjun violently for about half an hour, but I don't know if he is dead.

Seeing Zhao Yuanjun's ragged clothes, unrecognizable, bloodstained, scarred, and with less air coming in and more air coming out, they knew that he would most likely not survive the day, so everyone left in unison with unsatisfied thoughts.

"Let's go, stop fighting, he won't survive."

"It feels so good. The feeling of beating up a useless person is much more comfortable than fighting."

"It would be great if I could beat up a waste like him every day. It's a pity that there aren't many wastes like him in the sect. We are lucky this time, and we met Senior Brother Li Lin to take the lead."

"Trash is trash. Even my unicorn arm can't bear it. It's really trash."

"Hmm, we need to find more trash to come and play with us in the future. Practicing blindly is too boring, so it can be used to relieve boredom."

"It makes sense. Let's go. It's not good if you kill him. How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife?"

The group of them dispersed in a hurry, and while walking, they discussed their feelings. They felt physically and mentally comfortable, happier than they had broken through. This sullenness was finally vented, and it could be said that the clouds were cleared.

However, they did not expect that the half-dead Zhao Yuanjun could still move. He turned over and crawled on the ground with his hands. Although the speed was very slow, no one took a second look at him. Even if they discovered it, they would not hesitate.

I chose to ignore it.

Area for handyman disciples.

Chu Heng’s cabin.

"Hey, why did I wake up?" Chu Heng opened his lazy eyes and looked at the big hole in the wall. It was still gray and it was not yet dawn.

"Cultivation is indeed very powerful. The higher the level of cultivation, the less time you have to sleep. Maybe later, you won't need to sleep anymore!" After Chu Heng woke up, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After not sleeping, I got dressed, washed, and prepared to light a fire to cook.

In a daze, he was about to go outside and bring a pile of firewood in. He opened the door and walked out. After just one step, Chu Heng stopped walking. He frowned and looked at his feet: "Hey,

What is it, why is it so soft?”

"Let me choke, it's actually a person!" When Chu Heng saw it clearly, he was startled and stunned. In front of him was an unrecognizable and scarred person. His hair was disheveled and his appearance could not be clearly seen.

If Chu Heng hadn't been able to hear his breathing, he would have thought he was a ghost. He communicated with Taotie Lord with his mind, made a defensive posture, and then asked the man: "Who are you?"

"Chu...senior brother...I...was wrong."

"Please...give...my...cultivation...back to me!"

This man was grinning, which was obviously caused by the numerous scars on his body. He was out of breath when speaking, he was dying, and he was hesitating.

What is your cultivation level?

"What's your cultivation level?" Chu Heng frowned and instantly understood who the person in front of him was, but he was a little unsure: "Are you Zhao Yuanjun?"

Chu Heng muttered in his heart: He was fine yesterday afternoon and evening, how could he be like this now? This change is too fast, there is no turning or transition at all, it is completely contrary to common sense.

As the saying goes, it takes three days for a scholar to see each other with admiration.

No, not even a night later, Chu Heng had to look at him with admiration.

"It's...me."

This person was Zhao Yuanjun. He knew that his cultivation was suddenly lost and there was nothing left. It must be Chu Heng's fault. After all, he only offended Chu Heng yesterday, and Chu Heng's words and deeds were all...
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