Chapter 142： Martial arts: become a waste

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Then Dreamland closed his eyes and said: "Bring the traitor Wu Beimeng to the north!"

He dared not go to see Northern Jiangsu, so that the Wulin League was not affected, he could only do so, and only hope that Northern Jiangsu would not blame him.

Subei was pressed in front of everyone. He glanced at the dream space and thought he might have no choice.

In other words, this is what Ye Li wants to see.

But it's daytime now, and I'm afraid I can't see it at night.

Dreamland calmed down, so that he looked cruel.

He approached Northern Jiangsu and said with a loud voice: "Northern Jiangsu secretly practiced magic skills and indiscriminately killed innocent people. From today on, I will expel Northern Jiangsu from the teacher's gate and abandon its martial arts!"

After he finished speaking, he hit Dantian in northern Jiangsu without hesitation.

That kind of extreme pain swept the whole body, Su Beimeng spit out a blood.

Then the atmosphere of northern Jiangsu weakened a little.

Everyone didn't speak, because they didn't expect Dreamland to do it themselves.

The person who pressed the north of Jiangsu released his hand, and the blood-covered northern Jiangsu hit the ground and gasped hard.

Ge Zhangmen took the lead in saying, "The martial arts leader is so well-understood that it is indeed our martial arts luck!"

The other two also agreed, but the Perak Lord still felt that it was not enough. "Since the Allied Lord has expelled Northern Jiangsu from the division, he will let us handle it, right?"

Dreamland replied: "Yes, let the three handle it."

However, Lord Zhou Zhuang suddenly said, "Dead."

The other two looked at North Jiangsu, but they saw that North Jiangsu had disappeared.

Ge Zhangmen stepped forward to explore Subei's nose without breathing.

He opened his mouth. "Really ... dead."

Don Tang, who did not believe in evil, also reviewed it, and also concluded that Northern Jiangsu was dead.

Everyone is dead, or is it the automatic hand of his father, what else to say?

Ge Zhangmen took the lead and left, followed by Master Zhou Zhuang and Master Song.

Meng Jingkong glanced at Subei lying on the ground, raised his hand, and threw it to the mass grave.

The disciples of the Wulin League also felt sad, how could their beloved master suddenly become a traitor.

Subei was so casually wrapped in straw mats and thrown into the mass grave.

Spread on rivers and lakes.

The northern disciple of the martial arts league, Subei, secretly practiced magic skills to indiscriminately kill innocent people.

The uneasy Song Tangzhu also made people follow the mass grave, watching the people of the Wulin League throw North Jiangsu into the mass grave, before leaving.

Many people feel that the world is changing, and who can think of that young talent is just dead.

When Northern Jiangsu woke up, he was almost suffocated by the smell around him.

He lifted the straw mat to cover his chest and climbed up, all the dead were within his reach.

Su Bei gritted his teeth and crawled out of this place where there were corpses. When he saw Ye Li standing on a tree not far away, he looked at him with a smile. "Your Master, it is really cruel."

Subei responded uncomfortably, "At least he didn't really let me die."

Yes, Mengjingkong was deliberately like this. Before that, Mengjingkong gave Subei the medicine for fake death, in order to act in front of everyone.

Ye Li fell from the tree, "But he abolished your Dantian, and you can't practice martial arts in your life."

Northern Jiangsu does not matter: "If you don't practice, you won't practice."

Anyway, he hadn't had it since the beginning, he was destined to be unable to go to the wall.

Ye Li narrowed his eyes, "Don't you hate your master?"

North Jiangsu responded: "Do not hate."

Ye Li asked again: "Do you hate the deity?"

Northern Jiangsu responded: "Do not hate."

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