Chapter 71 Mutual Killing

Hua Buxiu glared at his wayward disciple, whose face clearly said 'I'm innocent,' before slowly withdrawing his gaze. "Today, I will be your teacher, however..."

He changed the subject abruptly, "The room is too small, let's go outside to assemble."

Before the stools had even warmed up, the students, filled with trepidation, lined up and went to the open space outside.

Hua Buxiu slightly bent one long leg, leaning against the door frame, exuding a myriad of charms, unrestrained and carefree.

His gaze lingered on the small transparent bottle at Jiang Xianwan's waist, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Today we're having a different kind of class."

The disciples looked at each other, puzzled. How were they different?

Why do I feel a chill on my back and a tingling sensation on my scalp?

No one spoke for a moment.

Su Qingliu's lips tightened, with a hint of schadenfreude in them.

That's great, everyone can enjoy it now.

If we're going to get beaten up, we'll get beaten up together.

If we're going to lose face, let's all lose face together.

Ideally, I can take this opportunity to beat up Shi Yunxiao and Qin Qin later.

Hua Buxiu found it interesting, and with a wave of his hand, a barrier with flowing fire patterns suddenly rose from the ground, enveloping all his disciples.

Then, he took out a bamboo chair, lay down, and said, "Let's begin."

The personal disciple: "..." What's the beginning?

Several trusted subordinates secretly poked Shi Yunxiao and Su Qingliu, who were standing at the very front.

Seeing Su Qingliu feigning death, Shi Yunxiao coughed, covering his mouth, and asked with a forced smile, "Junior Uncle, what shall we begin?"

“Let’s kill each other.” Hua Buxiu said casually, pulling out a plate of lychees. “Oh, right, the first forty to be eliminated will be personally trained by me later.”

He emphasized the word "personally" slightly, with a hint of chilling laughter at the end.

The close associates all shuddered.

If you remove forty people, then there's only one left!

practice?

How to practice?

Hua Buxiu seemed to know what they were thinking. He waved his sleeve and set up another barrier, then slightly curled his lips. "This is how you train."

Watching the flames leaping excitedly within another barrier, the disciples were plunged into despair.

There must be hundreds of them, right?

It's confirmed that this is just a drill, not a cremation!

Although they lack morals and integrity, they don't deserve to die!

Just as Hua Buxiu finished speaking and his disciples were still grieving, Su Qingliu and Jiang Xianwan were the first to come to their senses. Each of them swept away the four closest disciples with a whip kick!

Su Qingliu's biggest target was Shi Yunxiao, who was already on guard and jumped high in the air.

Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin reacted even faster, kicking four of their trusted disciples in quick succession!

Eight protégés: "...!"

Holy crap!

"That doesn't count! Sword Master hasn't even said 'begin' yet!"

"Jiang Xianwan! I've actually started to like you these past few days!"

"Good heavens! You've done this despicable thing again! Are you the ancestor of all despicable people?!"

"Don't you people from Fengyitai have any shame?!"

Lin Yujin rolled up her sleeves and unleashed a torrent of abuse at one of her protégés, "You bastard! Who do you think you like?"

"You bitch!"

Lin Yujin was furious that she hadn't been able to give Shi Yunxiao a good beating earlier.

Bai Ziye tilted his head, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "Heh! Should I bow first, and then I'll register you?"

"Brother~ they're about to start fighting~"

Eight protégés: "..."

Upon hearing the words "Phoenix Terrace," Hua Buxiu raised an eyebrow and with a flick of his sleeve, sent the eight disciples flying into the fiery barrier.

You're stupid, yet you have the nerve to blame others.

Are the people at Fengyitai shameless?

Want to die?

Everyone: "...!"

Clang, clang ...

"Jiang Xianwan is the worst! I suggest we all unite and get rid of her first!"

One of the disciples, in a fit of anger, shouted out this sentence.

The disciples who had been tricked by Jiang Xianwan and his group in the secret realm all raised their watches in agreement.

I've wanted revenge for a long time!

When someone passionately issues a call to action, it will likely... trigger a herd mentality.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the direct disciples of Fengyi Terrace, the direct disciples of each peak poured down spiritual energy like rain, unrestrained and overwhelming, heading straight for Jiang Xianwan.

Qin Qin's wrist snapped, and she instinctively used her sword to block Jiang Xianwan. However, Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye joined forces and kicked her out of the barrier.

You bastard!

How dare they covet their junior sister!

Qin Qin, who was swept into another insanely hot barrier by a sleeve: "...!"

Jiang Xianwan shattered several sword intents that someone had slashed down with, and was quite arrogant, "Fine, then I'll blow you all up first!"

If we're going to play it all out, we'll all play it all out together.

None of you should live!

Upon hearing this, the three boys in blue robes simultaneously reached into their sleeves to find talismans.

Yes, blow them up.

It's crude and simple.

It was great.

Hua Buxiu's voice was calm, but he stopped the four people from touching the mustard seed pouch, saying, "It is forbidden to use talismans or pills or anything unrelated to magical artifacts."

Playing support? Dream on.

They could only be burned to ashes by his fire.

The four people: "..."

"Hahaha! You look dumbfounded now!"

"That's all you've got! Hey! Take this sword of mine!"

"Jiang Xianwan! Take another slap from my suona!"

"Brothers and sisters! Charge!"

"Awooooo!"

The disciples from each peak were howling like mad dogs, but Jiang Xianwan responded with a chuckle, clearly even crazier than them.

She displayed her power freely, excelling in both offense and defense, and casually sent two disciples flying.

He put one hand on his hip and casually boasted a little.

"Come on! Kill me! I'm not bragging, but you've reached two realms and three domains, and you don't even know who I am!"

Lin Yujin dodged left and right, not forgetting to play the straight man, "My junior sister can punch two realms and kick three domains, let alone you mere trash!"

Su Qingliu: "..." What's it like to have two junior brothers and sisters who are good at drawing hatred?

But... that statement is absolutely correct.

Her disciples were furious at her self-aggrandizing remarks, and raised their magical weapons to surround her, pressing her forcefully.

"You still say you didn't brag! I'll show you how to brag! I'll show you how to brag right here! Even Senior Sister Zhu can't brag as much as you!"

"Let me show you who's the boss! You bastard, you can punch people from two realms and kick people from three domains? I'll beat you to a pulp today!"

Down with Jiang Xianwan!

Down with Lin Yujin!

Down with Bai Ziye!

Down with Su Qingliu!

"Down with Fengyitai!"

The secrets from each peak have gone mad.

Hua Buxiu's eyelids twitched: "..."

You bunch of brats, do you even know what you're saying?

Who gave them the courage?

And they want to overthrow the Phoenix Terrace?

Light flashed everywhere as the disciples fought fiercely. Jiang Xianwan blocked Chu Weining's sword and Zhu Yinman's suona with a backhand shovel. "Senior Sister Chu, Senior Sister Zhu, did you two not eat? Hit harder!"

Chu Weining: "...?" Without hesitation, she slashed her again.

Zhu Yinman: "...?" Without hesitation, she gave her another suona blast.

Jiang Xianwan's eyes were brimming with tears.

She was wrong. Those two little ones definitely ate eight bowls of rice!

The disciples from each peak worked together as one. Despite losing fifteen men, they managed to kick Jiang Xianwan away. The three swords behind them seemed to have conspired beforehand, simultaneously sweeping Lin Yujin away.

Before long, the few remaining disciples, led by Shi Yunxiao, forced Su Qingliu out, but Su Qingliu cleaved him out of the barrier with a backhand slash.

Very well, all the direct disciples were included, without exception. Then, Hua Buxiu slapped them into another barrier filled with flames.

It was another gathering, a veritable meeting of enemies, their eyes burning with intense hatred.

The disciples from various peaks leaped and bounded, frantically dodging the flames, before charging towards the four once more.

It's still a complete mess.