It’s Too Hard To Die Chapter 328: No reimbursement.

The completion of today's morning exercise goal caught everyone off guard.

I thought that Nangong Yunmo and the others would not be able to meet Xiao Bai at all, but they didn't expect Ling Xinyun to use this move, and directly forced a polar reversal in the ending.

"No matter what method you use, as long as you can touch you, that's what you said." Ling Xinyun said, under the veil she laughed softly.

Although it was very inconspicuous and fleeting, it was still captured by Xiao Bai.

"Hey, good, good, you won." Xiao Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly. If he lost the game, it's not a loss for his own disciple to smile.

In the audience, the corners of the elders' mouths twitched.

Although this method is very shameful, but. . . There is nothing wrong, after all, there is no violation of the rules.

There was another burst of shouting from the audience.

On the martial arts stage, I saw the little monk holding a Zen staff and shouting loudly "Master, look this way, look this way."

Then he reduced his Zen staff and threw it into the distance. The reduced Zen staff was like a boomerang and flew towards the little monk's position again.

However, the little monk was not ready to receive the Zen staff. Instead, he stood up straight, with his arms outstretched, waiting for the Zen staff to hit him.

"It seems that another winner is about to be born." An elder said, it seems that the goal of this morning exercise is still very accomplished.

"Don't worry, you won't." Ergou said lazily, lying on the cushion.

On the martial arts stage, Xiao Bai stood there, watching the Zen staff smash into the little monk's chest so indifferently, without any sign of action.

And the little monk also changed from a calm and full of laughter at the beginning to a look of horror and cold sweat.

Fuck, Shizun is really not ready to take action, and he is serious.

Just when he was about to interrupt the attack of the Zen Staff, it was too late, and the Zen Staff was centered on his chest.

"Pfft!"

The little monk spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he flew out of the martial arts platform and smashed a big hole.

The little monk was lying reclining in the big pit, his collar was stained with blood, his body was twitching constantly, and his feet were moving from time to time.

"Junior Brother!" Nangong Yunmo and Zhang Shige exclaimed, hurriedly jumped off the martial arts platform, and ran to the place where the little monk was lying.

Everyone watching the morning exercise panicked when they saw this. They quickly stood up and looked anxiously at the little monk who looked like a dead fish in the big pit.

"This little monk seems to be only seven or eight years old. He is still a child. He was attacked so hard just now, is he okay?" a female elder asked worriedly.

"Looks like... there should be something wrong. After all, he was beaten to death just now, and he still flew so far. Now lying on the spot motionless, he seems to have lost his basic mobility." An elder replied.

"Ah, why didn't Senior Xiao stop him just now?" An elder asked worriedly, seeing such a lovely child, it hurts to see him being beaten.

Ergou rolled his eyes helplessly when he heard their discussion. This kid really knows how to act, and he was able to deceive so many people.

"It's okay, he can't die." Ergou said.

Because of the special reason that the little monk cultivated, no matter how badly he was injured, he could not die, and he could also reduce most of the pain. This is why Xiao Bai didn't stop him just now.

The blow just now looks painful, but for the little monk. . . It really hurts a bit, but definitely not as exaggerated as it seems.

After hearing this, the elders were full of black lines. They were fine and could not die.

Senior dog. . . He is your junior, is it really okay for you to say that?

On the martial arts stage, Xiao Bai returned the long sword to Ling Xinyun, and teleported to the little monk with a teleportation.

"Goudan, get up." Xiao Bai laughed softly as he looked at the little monk who was still lying on the ground and acting.

The little monk naturally closed his eyes, breathing heavily, his chest was ups and downs, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was really dying.

The little monk opened his eyes slowly, raised his slightly trembling fingers with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse, "Master... Master, I don't blame you, this is all the fault of the disciple, it's my own fault. ."

"If you don't get up again, you will always be a named disciple." Xiao Bai said lazily, playing with his folding fan.

The little monk who was a little depressed because his speech was interrupted by Xiao Bai instantly regained his spirits and got up from the pit. The weak appearance just now was swept away.

"Master, I'm fine." The little monk said, and as soon as he heard the voice, he knew that he was more energetic now.

"What's the matter? Wasn't he still very weak just now?" Xiao Bai made a worried look.

"I don't know either, it should be the reason of Master.

As soon as I heard Master's voice, my body automatically recovered.

Probably, this is the deep love between teachers and students. "The little monk said solemnly, his expression was pure and innocent.

"So it is." Xiao Bai nodded with a smile, but said in his heart, "Edit, you continue to edit, make it well, I believe you are the devil."

"In this way, you don't need me to help you heal, right?" Xiao Bai asked again.

"Naturally, there is no need. Just seeing the master, the disciple feels that the injury has already healed." The little monk said.

Nangong Yunmo and the others: This little junior brother...is good at licking...

Little Monk: What can I do~IndoMTL.com~ I don't want to do this either. I'm not doing all this for the sake of being a direct disciple of Master, but for longevity?

Everyone on the stage had a panoramic view of this. Everyone was speechless. After a long time, we were the only ones who were fooled. Please pay back our worries, hello!

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Dilapidated, ahem, in a quaint mansion.

The butler of the Shang family stood respectfully in front of a man in sackcloth and linen. This man was the head of the Shang family, Shang Hongyi.

Shang Hongyi sat on a wooden chair with some peeling paint, with two walnuts in his hands, his face was uncertain.

"Patriarch?" The Shang family's butler asked tentatively.

"I already know at this point, you should step back." Shang Hongyi took a deep breath and waved his hand.

The butler of the Shang family responded and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Before taking a few steps, Shang Hongyi's voice came from behind him again.

"Patriarch, is there anything else you want to instruct?" The butler of the Shang family turned around and asked respectfully.

"The family will not reimburse the money for repairing the terrain of the Nangong Grand Mansion." Shang Hongyi said slowly.

Shang's housekeeper:...

"Small understand." The Shang family's butler replied respectfully.

On the surface, he was smiling, but in his heart, he had already scolded Shang Hongyi's ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

How can there be such a stingy family owner in this world, I want to quit now.