On an uninhabited mountain peak in the meteor sword villa, a group of young disciples frolicked and frolicked around a thin and short boy. From time to time, they kicked the boy twice. The boy repeatedly begged for mercy, but it had no effect. " www.


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


    Like others, teenagers are disciples of meteor sword villa, but they are different from them. Because of their extremely poor bones, cowardice and the most inferior origin, they are often bullied by their peers.


    For such things, the elders of the school of meteor sword villa naturally don''t know, but no one will pay attention to such things, just turn a blind eye.


    After all, it''s just an ordinary disciple. Who will take care of his life or death? Even if he was killed alive, he would at most reprimand the murderer slightly, and would not care too much.


    The boy struggled to get up from the ground, and the injury on his body hurt him so much that he inhaled repeatedly, and his tears kept falling.


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


    Although he was weak, he was very strong. Even if he was bullied by his fellow disciples, he never left meteor sword villa.


    He wants to learn superior sword skills here, practice hard here, and then return to his hometown to avenge his parents.


    For this purpose, even if the juvenile is wronged, he should swallow it by himself.


    As for resentment against fellow students, it''s not true. Teenagers hate themselves more for being too weak to do anything.


    "Dad, mom, you should bless me in heaven, so that I can avenge you as soon as possible." The boy leaned against a cold stone, whispered softly, and there was a smile on his bruised face.


    Every time he was bullied by his classmates, he would recall the time when he lived with his parents. That was the only time he felt happy. It was precisely because of such a memory that he was able to be so strong.


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


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    After a few months, the boy was once again forcibly brought to the mountain by many classmates.


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


    "Elder martial brother Zhang, I accidentally broke your clothes, and I will definitely help you mend them." The boy hurriedly said that he knew that he would be beaten again this time. He only hoped that these people could play lightly and not let himself hurt for more than a month as last time.


    "Mending? I don''t wear mended clothes. Well, if you make many holes in my clothes, I''ll draw a few swords on your face, OK?" The young man smiled and said, but what he said frightened the young man.


    Other fellow students present were also a little surprised and looked at the young man in astonishment.


    "Elder martial brother Zhang, is this a little too much?" Someone said cautiously.


    The elder martial brother surnamed Zhang immediately stared at this person, and the latter shrunk his neck and dared not say anything more.


    "Elder martial brother, why don''t you just give him a beating like before?" A female disciple advised.


    But this elder martial brother shook his head: "no, I have to draw a few swords on his face today. It''s no big deal."


    "No!" The boy begged for mercy repeatedly, and his face was full of fear.


    Seeing that elder martial brother Zhang took out a long sword from the Jiugong bag and directly scratched it on the boy''s face.


    Blood flowed out, and the boy let out a cry of pain, and his face was suddenly torn open.


    Elder martial brother Zhang''s face showed excitement, and another sword fell. His strength was very good. It would only hurt the boy physically, but not too seriously.


    The boy screamed and struggled hard, but he was caught by several people at the same time and couldn''t get rid of it at all.


    "Please! Let me go! I''ll never dare again!" The boy pleaded, and his face was in pain. The bright long sword was still shaking in front of him, making him more afraid.


    "I haven''t enjoyed myself yet." Elder martial brother Zhang sneered, with a trace of ferocity in his eyes. Waving the long sword again, he cut a piece of flesh off the boy''s face directly.


    At this time, the boy''s face was scarred, and the blood flowed everywhere. Some of the disciples present showed a look of intolerance. Although they often bullied him on weekdays, it was not so serious, which was really cruel.


    However, no one dares to say anything. Elder martial brother Zhang is one of the highest ranking disciples in meteor sword villa, and there are several family elders in meteor sword villa. It''s not too much to call it covering the sky with one hand. How dare ordinary disciples offend him?


    "Alas." The crowd could only look at the boy crying for mercy with pity. Who made him unlucky, he was stared at by brother Zhang.


    It was another sword. The boy''s face was already bloody and flesh blurred. He had no original face at all. Except for his eyes, there were wounds on his lips, nose and even ears.


    Everyone knows that this young man is completely disfigured. Unless he can find some elixirs to change his appearance, or his cultivation reaches the spiritual state, he will bear this face all his life.


    The young man was full of resentment, and his eyes were fixed on the elder martial brother Zhang. At the moment, the young man hated him to the bone.


    "Dare you stare at me like that? Believe it or not, I''ll dig out your eyes?" Elder martial brother Zhang laughed, and the sword in his hand had begun to shake in front of the boy''s eyes, which could pierce the boy''s eyes at any time.


    "Elder martial brother Zhang, although this boy is hateful, we should keep him and play slowly in the future." Someone said.


    Hearing the speech, elder martial brother Zhang seemed to think it was very reasonable. He nodded, put away his 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.


    "Go and practice your sword." Elder martial brother Zhang said hello, and they all went down the mountain together, leaving the boy who fell to the ground and was dying with blood on his face.


    A few hours later, the blood on the boy''s face dried up, lying there as motionless as a corpse.


    A vague figure came from a distance, and the boy''s body shivered. He thought it was someone who tortured him. He turned his head and looked hard, but he had never seen anyone before.


    "Do you feel like a waste?" The man''s voice was indifferent, but it suddenly made the boy angry.


    "I''m not a waste!" The boy roared, but his present appearance seemed particularly desolate.


    "I can give you a chance to repay everything those people impose on you." The man said again.


    The boy was stunned, and he couldn''t react.


    "Tell me your name. From now on, you will be my disciple who sticks to the black."