Top Strong Cultivator as a Teacher Chapter 155: Good cut

A cold wind hits.

　　 Zhao Gangyu didn't need to look back to know that someone behind him was looking at him with a machete.

　　 The master of the machete is not a good hand, so the machete is not coquettish.

　　Zhao Gangjun has 10,000 ways to escape, but Zhao Gangjun did not escape.

　　 He saw Huang Mao's eyes widened in horror, then rushed to his side, grabbed his hand, and pulled himself back.

　　噗.

　　 The machete slashed Huang Mao’s shoulder.

　　 Huang Mao just took a step back, so the knife didn't cut deeply.

　　 Huang Mao’s men have already rushed to the front.

　　 bang bang bang.

　　 Just a few punches, the swordman was knocked to the ground.

　　 It seems that this is not a master.

　　 "Damn!"

　　 Huang Mao held the wound on his shoulder and looked at Zhao Gangyu and said, "Gangyu brother, are you okay."

　　 "It's okay."

　　Zhao Gangyu smiled and said, "Your reaction is really fast enough. I wonder if I can hide it?"

　　 "This, I know that I know, but at that time where did you manage so much."

　　 Huang Mao smiled bitterly, and said, "I saw that person slashed at you, and I... just rushed forward."

　　 "Wrap it up."

　　Zhao Gangyu said, "It looks like there is no bone."

　　 "Well, minor injuries."

　　 Huang Mao said, turning his head to look at the young man who was crushed on the ground, and said, "Who sent you here."

　　"I am the yellow hair of the grassy horse, I am avenging my young boss!"

　　 Although the man called himself Lao Tzu, he seemed to be a young man under twenty.

　　 "Oh? Or Cao Qing's diehard?"

　　 Huang Mao took off his clothes and let his subordinates bandage the wound, while raising his foot, stepped on the man’s head on the ground, and said, "Aren’t you afraid of death?"

　　 "I won't let you go if I die, you killed the young boss!"

　　 exclaimed the young man.

　　 "Then you really have to die."

　　 Huang Mao's face sank and said, "Throw it into the river."

　　 "Slowly."

　　Zhao Gangyu said suddenly.

　　 Huang Mao turned his head and looked at Zhao Gangyu and asked, "Brother Gangyu, what's wrong?"

　　 "I will see this man."

　　Zhao Gangyu walked up to the man, then squatted down.

　　 Looking at the hideous look on the man's face, as well as the naivety and fear that could not be concealed by the hideousness, Zhao Gangyu smiled and said, "Who are you selling your life for?"

　　 "I avenged the young boss!"

　　 the man cried, "You are a murderer, I will kill you."

　　"Vengeance, um, this is a good thing, it shows that you are a person of love and justice, do you want to kill me? But you know, you can't kill me." Zhao Gangyu said seriously.

　　"Bah."

　　 The young man wanted to raise his head and spit on Zhao Gangrong's face, but his head was crushed and he could only spit on the ground, making his movements somewhat funny.

　　 "If the yellow hair hadn't blocked you just now, you would have died."

　　 the young man said unconvincingly.

　　 "Do you really think that?"

　　Zhao Gangjun said, suddenly he slammed his fist to the ground.

　　 The sudden punch made the young man tremble, because the fist was less than five centimeters away from his face.

　　 The howling vigor caused the young man's hair to be blown up, and when the vigor blew across his face, the young man even felt pain for a while.

　　 What a domineering force this is.

　　Zhao Gangyu squatted on the ground, his fists hit the slab, the slab was recessed, and the cement board was broken into several pieces.

　　Zhao Gangyu retracted his fist and said, "Look, do you think you killed me."

　　 The young man was silent. Looking at the pit around him, the young man swallowed and said, "No matter what, I will kill you."

　　 "Hahaha."

　　Zhao Gangyu burst into laughter, then slapped the young man in the face and said, "Why do you kill me? How old are you? You know what a shit, do you have a daddy? You have relatives Friends? You are not afraid that you will anger me, will I kill them all?"

　　 The young man's face changed, and he said angrily, "Grass mud horse, dare you to try my parents!"

　　"Look, if you have parents who come to kill me, this is tantamount to suicide, suicide, how unfilial, yes, if I want to kill you, your parents will have to send white-haired people to black-haired people, so The last thing I want to see in my life is you 17- or 18-year-old bastards. People who have a bowl of dumplings and a few buns in exchange for your so-called friendship between life and death, I don’t know what Cao Qing used to make you so right now He is heartbroken, but I want you to understand that if people die like a lamp, Cao Qing is already dead, and if you don’t want to die, just return to your parents, don’t be gangsters, look at your neck , What is this? Is it tattooed? How old do kids get tattooed with others? Damn, this young master hates you idiots."

　　, Zhao Gangyu slapped him directly again, "You said you have a boss, what can you do if you are good? Bully people? Or do you also follow to be the boss? Ask Huang Mao, let him now Study or let him mix, choose a path for him, which one does he choose?"

　　 "I must read a book." Huang Mao had already understood what Zhao Gangjun meant, and said in earnest, "Reading is more than a way out. Look at me, now I have been cut by you, maybe someday I was shot, bah bah bah, what I'm talking about is indefinite, so if you **** with us, no matter how good you are, you may have to cross the street someday, you kids~ IndoMTL.com~ It’s better to study hard at this age."

　　 "I will not kill you today, because I don't want to see your parents sad for your death."

　　Zhao Gangyu said, "Next time I see you again, I will kill you."

After 　　, Zhao Gangyu stood up and said to Huang Mao, "Take a while, don’t be disabled, and then go to the hospital."

　　 "Good."

　　 Huang Mao nodded.

　　 After the young man was sent away, Huang Mao said cautiously, "Brother Gang Rong, are you planning to educate that person to do good?"

　　Zhao Gangyu smiled and said, "He is about the same age as me. It's better for such a young man to be alive than to die. But if he cuts you, it’s impossible to do nothing, so let him suffer. I don’t like to see dead people after all, especially these young people who do nothing more. Moreover, if he goes back alive, he may make you less troublesome."

　　 looked at Zhao Gangjun. Although Zhao Gangjun was only an 18-year-old young man, but I don’t know why, Huang Mao just had the feeling of looking at his elders.

　　 This feeling made Huang Mao more respectful of Zhao Gangrong.

　　 "Good job."

　　Zhao Gangyu patted Huang Mao on the shoulder, "This injury is not bad."

　　 Huang Mao smiled and said, "If it is deeper, it will be more shocking."

　　 "Shock you a ball, by the way, the person who asked you to check for me, has it been found?" Zhao Gangyu asked.

　　"Scarred eyes?"

　　 "Hmm!"