The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 1941: : beyond recognition

On an untouched mountain peak in Meteorite Sword Villa, a group of young disciples laughed and played around a thin and short boy. From time to time, they beat and kicked the boy. The boy repeatedly begged for mercy, but there was nothing. effect. E Novel Ww*W. ┡1XIAOSHUO. ＣＯＭ

When these young disciples were tired of playing, they dispersed in twos and threes, leaving the bruised and bruised teenager lying on the ground, no one cared.

The young people are disciples of Meteorite Sword Villa like everyone else, but they are different from them. Because of their very poor roots and weak temperament, they are also the most inferior, so they are often bullied by the same family. .

For this kind of thing, the elders of Meteo Sword Villa's teachers do not know it, but no one cares about this kind of thing, they just turn a blind eye.

After all, just an ordinary disciple, who will take care of his life and death? Even if he was beaten to death alive, he would at best give a slight rebuke to the perpetrator and would not care too much.

The young man struggled to get up from the ground, his wounds hurt so much that he breathed in repeatedly and tears kept falling.

But the boy only shed a few tears, and soon wiped away the tears, his face was full of stubbornness.

Although he is cowardly, he is very strong. Even if he was bullied by his fellow sect, he never left Meteorite Villa.

He wants to learn the finest swordsmanship here, practice hard here, and then return to his hometown to avenge his parents.

For this purpose, even if the teenager is wronged, he must swallow it himself.

As for resenting the same family, that's not the case. Young people hate themselves for being too weak and unable to do anything.

"Father, mother, you have to bless me in the sky, so that I can avenge you as soon as possible." The young man leaned on a cold stone and whispered softly, with a smile on his bruised face.

Every time he was bullied by his fellow students, he would recall the time he lived with his parents. That was the only time he felt happy and happy. It is precisely because of such a memory that he can be so strong.

Above the sky, a pair of indifferent eyes looked at the boy silently.

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Several months later, the boy was once again forcibly taken to this mountain by many fellow students.

"Liao, I asked you to wash my clothes, why did you break my clothes?" A handsome young man asked with a smile, but seeing his smile, the boy surnamed Liao There was a tremor.

"Brother Zhang, I accidentally broke your clothes. I will definitely help you sew them." The boy said quickly, knowing that he would be beaten again this time, only hope these people can beat them lightly. Some, don't let yourself hurt for more than a month like last time.

"Mending? I don’t wear mended clothes. Let’s do this. If you make a lot of holes in my clothes, I will scratch a few swords in your face. How about?" The young man said with a smile, but said When it came out, it made the teenager panic.

The other colleagues present were also a little surprised, looking at the young man in amazement.

"Brother Zhang, is this a bit too much?" someone said cautiously.

The brother surnamed Zhang immediately glared at the man, who shrank his neck, not daring to say anything.

"Brother, let's forget it, just hit him as before." A female disciple persuaded.

But this senior shook his head: "No, I have to scratch a few swords on his face today, it's not a big deal."

"Don't!" The young man begged for mercy, his face full of horror.

I saw that Senior Brother Zhang took out a long sword from the Nine Palace Bag, and directly scratched the boy's face.

The blood flowed out, and the boy let out a painful cry, and the skin on his face was spattered in a moment.

Senior Brother Zhang showed excitement, and another sword fell, his strength was very good. It would only cause the young man to be injured by skin and flesh, but he would not be hurt too severely.

The young man screamed, struggling with his hands and feet, but was caught by several people at the same time, and he couldn't escape.

"Please! Let me go! I won't dare anymore!" The young man pleaded, his face was painful, and the bright sword was still dangling before his eyes, making him even more Afraid.

"I haven't had much fun yet." Senior Brother Zhang sneered, with a trace of sorrow in his eyes, and the long sword swung again, directly cutting off a piece of flesh on the young man's face.

Now, the young man’s face is full of scars, and blood is flowing everywhere. Some of the disciples in the room show unbearable expressions. Although they often bully him on weekdays, they have never been so serious. This is really cruel.

But no one dared to say anything. Senior Brother Zhang is one of the highest-ranking disciples in Meteorite Villa, and there are several family elders who are in Meteorite Villa. It is not an exaggeration to call it a hand covering the sky. Where does the disciple dare to offend him?

"Oh." Everyone could only look at the young man who was crying for mercy with pity. Who made him unlucky, was stared at by Senior Brother Zhang.

It's another sword. The young man's face is already **** and bloody, and he has completely lost his original face. In addition to his eyes, he has wounds on his lips, nose and even ears.

Everyone knows that this young man is completely disfigured, unless he can find some pill to change his appearance, or his cultivation reaches the realm of spiritual origin, otherwise he will hold this face for a lifetime.

The young man was full of resentment, and his eyes fixed on the senior brother Zhang. At this moment, the young man hated him deeply.

"Dare to stare at me like this? Believe it or not, I will dig out your eyeballs?" Senior Brother Zhang smiled. The sword in his hand has already begun to sway in front of the boy's eyes, and it is possible to pierce the boy's eyes at any time.

"Senior Brother Zhang, although this kid is hateful, we still have to keep him, so we can play slowly in the future." Someone said.

The senior brother Zhang heard the words and seemed to feel very reasonable, nodded, put away the long sword, and did not torture the boy any more.

The speaker breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have a good relationship with the boy, but he just couldn't bear it.

"Let's go~IndoMTL.com~Let's practice sword." Senior Brother Zhang greeted, and everyone went down the mountain together, leaving the young man lying on the ground dying with blood on his face.

A few hours passed, and the blood on the boy's face dried up, and he lay there motionless like a dead body.

A vague figure came from a distance, and the boy trembled. He thought it was someone who was torturing him. He turned his head hard to see, but it was someone he had never seen before.

"Do you think you are trash?" The voice of the incoming person was indifferent, but the young man suddenly became angry.

"I'm not a trash!" The boy roared, but his appearance now looked particularly bleak.

"Everything those people impose on you, I can give you the opportunity to make them pay back a hundred times." The man said again.

The young man was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't react.

"Tell me your name. From now on, you will be my apprentice in the dark."

(End of this chapter)