Lu Ping and the others were not close to the north exit. At this distance, Zhong Qian, who was an archer who was interested in practicing the spirit of overshoot, had the ability to see clearly. ~ Lu Ping and the others could only see the direction of the north exit. After Zhong Qian sent Wei Kang's head with an arrow, he quickly became lively. With this result, he was quite satisfied with Zhong Qian's expression.

But suddenly, Zhong Qian's expression became extremely terrifying. Before everyone could ask questions, he had already bent his bow and arrow and released it with one blow.

The arrow was like a meteor, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air soared into the sky. This arrow was very different from the sharp but silent assassination arrows that Lu Ping and the others had seen several times. The large group of birds flew away from their landing branches and leaves because of the sound of the arrow, completely exposing their hiding place.

Zhong Qian doesn't care.

Their nightingale wanted to bring hope to people, but what was in front of him was the hope that the mountain people had just boiled, and they were instantly brutally suppressed by the city lord's mansion. He couldn't help but think of what Lu Ping said to him not long ago: Unrealized hope will only bring deeper despair.

He didn't know why a teenager seemed to have a particularly deep understanding of despair, but just now, on the faces of those sad and angry and depressed mountain people, he seemed to see the deeper despair that Lu Ping said.

This is not what Nightingale was expecting, nor is it what Zhong Qian wants to bring to people.

So he took action without any concealment, and even exposed his group to take action.

He wanted the mountain people to know that they did not need to be so desperate, because with him and the nightingale, they were always fighting for everyone very hard.

This arrow is not an assassination arrow. Zhong Qian wanted to use this momentum to convey hope to people.

The whistling through the air attracted everyone's ears. Everyone couldn't help but look into the air. Just as they saw the arrow flying straight, for a moment, everyone's eyes lit up, and everyone really rekindled their expectations.

However, the distance is really too far. Even if the power is not reduced, Wei Meng has enough time to deal with it. He is still standing on the boulder at the north exit, and the arrow comes. He dodges, and effortlessly lets the arrow fall. Then he swings and swings his right arm.

Click!

Everyone heard this creepy sound, and then they saw blood spilling in the air. The poor mountain man was twisted with a cloth strip by Wei Meng, and directly pulled his head off.

"Drink!" Wei shouted fiercely, and the cloth strip took off his hand. The head flew out like this. He flew straight towards the position where the birds in the mountains in the direction of the arrow.

All the eyes that were lit up quickly dimmed in just a moment. They were filled with deeper fear. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to hold any expectations. They just wanted to leave here faster. Wei Meng was still standing on the boulder at the north exit, motionless. He knew that his opponent must be looking at him and could see him clearly. He was just regretful that his eyesight could not see his opponent clearly. He really wanted to see his opponent's expression after receiving his return gift.

The head rolled past groaning, and finally rolled to Zhong Qian's feet.

Others were not sure what was going on, but after seeing the head flying in, they guessed a little.

Su Tang had already turned his back and couldn't bear to see it, while Lu Ping and the others were all looking at Zhong Qian.

Zhong Qian looked a little lonely. He lowered his head and looked at the head beside his feet, his eyes dying with his eyes closed, just facing him. There was pain, fear, and despair in his eyes, but he couldn't see the so-called "hope" that Zhong Qian had always hoped to bring to people.

If you don’t have the ability to help others realize their hope, don’t bring hope randomly.

Zhong Qian suddenly remembered what Lu Ping, the little devil he saw, said. He had never thought of this, but today, doing what he had done many times in the past three years, but because of the incident like this, he suddenly had a deep feeling.

Do you really have the ability to bring so-called hope to people?

If so, what is going on now? Is it because what I have always brought to people is hope that will never be waiting for, and deeper despair?

"Damn it!" Zhong Qian suddenly cursed, turned around and punched the tough tree trunk. His fist was obviously not as sharp as his arrow, and blood soon penetrated through his fingers, dyeing the tree trunk red.

If you really have the ability, you don’t have to hide so far.

If you really have the ability, then that arrow should shoot Wei Meng to death. Those who fall into panic and despair should be from the city lord's mansion.

If you really have the ability, then there shouldn't be such an innocent mountain citizen who died in vain.

"Get stronger." Suddenly someone said in his ear.

Zhong Qian turned his head and saw Lu Ping.

The face that looked childish, was always as firm as a rock. It seemed that nothing could move him. He always said something that was so dirt-desperate that it was so dirt-desperate that it was hard to argue.

Become stronger.

How could Zhong Qian not understand this principle? How could he still need others to remind him? He has never stopped practicing to make himself stronger.

But even such nonsense, Lu Ping still had to say it seriously, as if Zhong Qian didn't know it.

Of course, Zhong Qian’s answer will only be one answer.

"Yes." He nodded, "Be stronger!"

Xiafeng City Lord's Mansion.

The news of Wei Kang's death finally came back.

No matter how straightforward and neat the riots that occurred in the north exit Wei Meng solved, Wei Kang's death was still an extremely heavy blow to Wei Zhong's mansion.

Less than three hours after the full operation against Lu Ping and his group began, Wei Bao was broken and raised back, and Wei Kang had only one head left, not to mention the damaged family guards and spies that had been damaged before. However, several young men from the academy actually caused such a heavy blow to the City Lord's Mansion, which Wei Zhong had never suffered since he took over as the City Lord.

Wei Zhong finally couldn't sit still, and he could no longer wait for news from all parties in the meeting hall.

Wei Chong, the oldest and most experienced, died.

Wei Ming, the smartest and most strategic, died.

Wei Kang, the most reliable and trustworthy one, was also dead.

Wei Zhong didn't want to, but he had to admit that he felt a little uneasy.

The few young ghosts who have never taken it seriously can actually bring such great casualties to them. These little ghosts are really just as simple as the information shows? They really have no background in power? There is also Zhaifeng Academy, what is the secret of such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon?

Wei Zhong didn't want to wait anymore.

He focused on efficiency and naturally had to adopt an efficient approach, so he decided to take a look at it with his own eyes.

The study at Lu Academy has officially ended, and I am a little disappointed... (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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