Chapter 1845

"My name is liaoping'an. Www." the thin boy with a bloody face whispered.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said, "don't you want to be my disciple?"

The young man named Liao Ping'an bowed his head and said nothing. He had never heard of the name Mo shouhei, nor did he know how earth shaking the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man in front of him was.

After all, Liao Ping'an is only the lowest disciple of the meteor sword villa. He has never seen anything in the world, and he has no idea what the strongest are in this world.

For Liao Ping'an, the elders in the meteor sword villa are already the strong ones in his mind.

Mo shouhei snorted and lifted the boy in his hand with a wave. The boy's eyes were frightened and he didn't know what the man was going to do to himself.

"Whether you like it or not, I will stick to the disciple that the black likes. There is no room for rejection. From now on, you will be my disciple." Mo shouhei said very strongly, with a pair of eyes staring at Liao Ping'an coldly.

"Yes!" Liao Ping'an shivered all over and dared not refuse.

Mo Shou threw his black hand and threw Liao Ping'an to the ground, as if he had lost a useless thing.

"I won't help you anything. If you want revenge and want to inflict hundreds of times the pain on those people, just let me live on, even if you are trampled under your feet."

"I can teach you the ability to understand the world, but if you are really a waste, I won't care about you. It's better if the useless thing dies earlier."

"Three months later, if you are still alive, you can come to the mountain to see me."

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Liao Ping'an is still Liao Ping'an, and the meteor sword villa is as calm as ever, but the only thing that is not calm is that Liao Ping'an is disfigured.

There was no one to deal with Liao Ping'an at first. Now Liao Ping'an's face is ruined, and his face has become extremely ugly and ferocious. Seeing him, those fellow disciples are like seeing a ghost. They don't want to look him in the eye, and the more they isolate him.

Liaoping'an became more silent, and the elders of meteor sword villa didn't ask about the fact that he was disfigured by the elder martial brother Zhang with a sword on the mountain peak, as if he had forgotten liaoping'an.

However, there are benefits after disfigurement. Usually, those who like to bully him seem to think that Liao Ping'an's face is too disgusting, so they don't bully him anymore, making Liao Ping'an more peaceful for two months.

But in the third month, brother Zhang led Liao Ping'an to the peak again.

Liao Ping'an didn't resist, let alone struggle, just like unconscious puppets who let them pull.

"Brother Liao, the wound on your face seems to have healed." Elder martial brother Zhang opened with a smile.

Liaoping'an didn't speak, and bowed his head and didn't look at brother Zhang. He was afraid that brother Zhang would show the resentment in his eyes.

Seeing that Liao Ping'an didn't speak, the elder martial brother Zhang was also very straightforward, and directly kicked Liao Pingsheng to the ground.

This foot is extremely hard, and elder martial brother Zhang's cultivation is not weak. Liao Ping'an can't bear it at all.

Liao Ping'an vomited blood on the spot, and the whole person was lying on the ground shaking constantly, which was obviously badly injured.

Elder martial brother Zhang looked at Liao Ping'an coldly and condescensively: "how can we have a waste like you in our meteor sword villa? If other swordsmanship sects know that my meteor sword villa has received a waste that can't even use a sword, wouldn't it be laughed to death by others?"

With that, he kicked Liao Ping'an again.

Liao Ping'an snorted stiffly. He just wanted to look up, but he was trampled on his head by brother Zhang, who directly trampled Liao Ping'an on the ground and couldn't move.

There was no one around to stop him. The most he could do was to cast a few pity eyes at Liao Ping'an.

"Surnamed Liao, otherwise you'd better get out of the meteor sword villa, or you look like a ghost. I'm afraid you'll scare those younger martial brothers and sisters who just entered the villa." Elder martial brother Zhang laughed with ferocity and pleasure on his face.

The reason why he likes to bully Liao Ping'an so much is not that he really hates Liao Ping'an, but that he has an unspeakable pleasure when he sees Liao Ping'an being bullied by himself.

Moreover, in his view, even if Liao Ping'an is dead, no one will care, and bullying him by himself is the best use of everything.

Liao Ping'an still doesn't speak and leaves the meteor sword villa? He did think about it, but when he thought of leaving the meteor sword villa, he couldn't avenge his parents. He would rather suffer more in the meteor sword villa than leave like this.

"Don't look at it anymore. You can only take a breath to greet him as you used to. Otherwise, you won't have to play after you kill him all at once." Elder martial brother Zhang said to the people around him.

Everyone, look at me and I look at him. In the end, most of them are punching and kicking Liao Ping'an. Anyway, with elder martial brother Zhang taking the lead, they won't be afraid of anything.

After all, bullying Liao Ping'an is not once or twice. They are also used to doing this kind of thing, and even feel very interesting.

As night fell, elder martial brother Zhang left with the crowd, leaving Liao Ping'an half dead and bruised again.

Only this time, Liao Ping'an was seriously injured, with blood pouring out of his mouth and severe pain in his internal organs.

Liao Ping'an's eyes were a little blurred. Although it hurt when he was beaten in the past, it was not as serious as today. He didn't have any strength to stand up at all.

"Am I going to die?" Liao Ping'an murmured to himself, bitter in his heart, and more resentful and unwilling.

Liao Ping'an doesn't want to die. He still has the Revenge of his parents, and he has the hatred of people who haven't been killed. She doesn't want to die like this, in this place.

Liao Ping'an didn't faint because of his indomitable will to survive. He just lay there staring at his eyes, even if his eyes were blurred, even if the pain in his internal organs was almost unbearable, but he just gritted his teeth and insisted.

In an instant, three days passed.

No one came to see whether Liao Ping'an was still alive. Maybe in the eyes of those fellow disciples, it doesn't matter whether Liao Ping'an is dead or alive. It's not worth caring about at all.

But Liao Ping'an didn't die. Even if he was on the brink of death several times, he survived.

When Mo shouhei appeared in front of him, Liao Pingan lay here for seven days.

"You didn't disappoint me." Mo shouhei said faintly, waving a pill into Liao Ping'an's mouth.

Liao Ping'an swallowed the pill, and his internal injury healed in an instant, and his strength also recovered at once.

"Disciples, see the master!" Liao Ping'an knelt in front of Mo shouhei, with a firm voice and a decisive momentum.

"From now on, you will be called Liao cansheng."

(end of this chapter)