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Song Ping left the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall in the morning, and only returned to the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall in the evening when the sun was setting.

In the absence of modern transportation, the pace of life often becomes extremely slow.

The Black Tiger Martial Arts Gym is the same as before, and the disciples go about their own business.

A few hard-working martial arts students continued to sweat profusely on the martial arts arena, taking advantage of the last light of the setting sun before nightfall.

Several true disciples looked strange.

"Junior Brother Song is back. By the way, have you seen Master? Ever since Master went out this morning, Master has not come back until now."

A true disciple came over and asked after seeing Song Ping.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Sun." Song Ping nodded, and then sighed: "I just want to tell you about the master and let all the true disciples come to the main hall. I have something important to tell you."

"Do you know where Master is?" the disciple surnamed Sun was taken aback.

He was just asking casually, but Song Ping really knew the answer.

Ten minutes later, all ten true disciples arrived.

"Junior Brother Song, what is it, you can always talk about it now, right?"

"That's right, everyone is here now."

The disciples were already very impatient with Song Ping's repeated tricks.

If it wasn't for the elder brother Wang Gang saying a few words for Song Ping, they might not be able to bear it anymore.

It's presumptuous for a mere registered disciple who has just started to dare to put on airs in front of them!

Who would have thought that Song Ping's next words would be earth-shattering: "Today I delivered the letter for Master, but I met the remnants of Huang Tianjiao. In order to cover my escape, Master has already been brutally murdered by the remnants of Huang Tianjiao."

What?Master is dead?

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

But soon, several disciples came back to their senses.

"Impossible, you are clearly lying!" The second senior brother pointed at Song Ping and questioned sharply.

"That's right, you are just a registered disciple, how could the master...how could he go out of his way to cover you..."

"I don't believe it either, he's clearly talking nonsense!"

Soon more disciples also questioned.

The time they spent with Zhou Fangqiang was not short, and they all knew that with Zhou Fangqiang's character, it was absolutely impossible to do such a thing of self-sacrifice.

Sacrificing Song Ping and perfecting himself is more likely to be Zhou Fangqiang's style of work.

Unless Song Ping is Zhou Fangqiang's own son, there is still the slightest possibility.

Facing the harsh words of the crowd, Song Ping remained calm.

The second senior brother even stared at Song Ping with killing intent, and said sharply: "Be honest, what is the purpose of you fabricating lies here? If something really happened to Master, you will definitely be blamed! "

Song Ping sighed and said, "I originally thought that after all, calling Master Zhou Fangqiang was also considered a master-student, so I made Master's death a little more honorable. But since you don't want to believe it, then I can't do anything about it."

The exportation of these words is already tantamount to admitting that his words just now are false.

Everyone was furious.

"You bastard, what did you do to Master? Did you harm Master?" Third senior brother said angrily.

This time, even the eldest brother Wang Gang did not stand on Song Ping's side, and also looked at Song Ping coldly, but his eyes were slightly far-reaching.

Song Pingdao: "If you insist on thinking so, then why not admit it? So, if anyone wants to avenge Master, then go ahead and I will follow along!"

Zhou Fangqiang's death will be exposed sooner or later.

Moreover, Song Ping was not completely sure whether there was a third person who knew about Zhou Fangqiang intercepting him.

But it doesn't matter, Zhou Fangqiang's death can be used to attract a wave of hatred from Zhou Fangqiang's relatives and friends, which is considered waste.

"Damn bastard, it really is you who killed Master! I'll kill you right away to avenge Master!"

The Seventh Disciple had the most irritable temper, so he was the first one who couldn't bear it at this time, rushed over and punched Song Ping in the head.

This punch was strong and fierce, and it pointed directly at Song Ping's temple.

Obviously, when he said that he wanted to kill Song Ping for revenge, he was not lying, but he really wanted to do what he said!
"Seventh Junior Brother..." Senior brother Wang Gang was startled, and stood up to dissuade him, but there was no time.

at the same time.

Song Ping drew out the knife with a "clang", and chopped it down!

The light of the saber was like a white horse, slashing across the seventh disciple's neck.

Immediately, blood flashed.

"Uh uh uh……"

The Seventh Disciple clutched his throat and tried to block it with his fingers, but blood continued to flow from his fingers.

Boom!The seventh disciple fell to the ground with a bang, struggled a few times on the ground, and completely lost his voice.

A strange power emerged from the corpse.

As the Seventh Disciple, as a martial artist who has just stepped into the peak realm of the Houtian First Layer, the power of this strange demon is not very small.

Song Ping absorbed the power of this strange demon, and his cultivation progress was improved again. He was three or four Houtian second-tier fighters at most.

However, only Song Ping could feel the power of strange demons, and the surrounding disciples didn't notice it at all.

"Seventh Junior Brother..."

It wasn't until seeing the seventh disciple fell to the ground that everyone reacted.

Several people rushed to check the seventh disciple's injury, but they couldn't save him.

"You...you actually killed the seventh junior brother!" The second disciple pointed at Song Ping tremblingly, unbelievable, full of shock and anger!
Not only was he shocked by Song Ping's audacity, but also by Song Ping's strength!
Although the strength of the Seventh Disciple is not very strong among them, they are still at the peak of the acquired first level, and they may break through to the acquired second level at any time.

And Song Ping is just a registered disciple who has just started. In their eyes, he can't even be regarded as a real martial arts disciple.

Shocked, all the disciples looked at Song Ping with killing intent.

If Zhou Fangqiang's death cannot be attributed to Song Ping with certainty, the death of the seventh disciple was witnessed by all of them.

Song Ping sneered and said: "Joke, since he wants to kill me, why can't I kill him? If there are still people who want to take revenge, then go ahead and save time!"

The second disciple sternly said: "This damn bastard actually hides his strength. He can kill the seventh junior brother with a single blow. It seems that his strength is by no means inferior to the second level of Houtian. Don't be careless. Listen to my orders and let's go together!"

The disciples drew out their weapons one after another and surrounded Song Ping from all sides.

Under the light, a long knife with a handle gleamed brightly, filling the whole room with an unspeakably chilling and tense atmosphere.

Song Ping was still sitting in front of the table, but his hand holding the hundred forging steel knife was slightly tightened.