The noise was so loud that it had already alarmed the students next door. A few courageous students walked out to see the situation, but the door of the dormitory No. 304 was locked, and painful screams of Li Yuzhong and Meng Jun were heard one after another. Someone said, "It is not necessary to exaggerate it to this level when watching an A-movie."

Ye Yuhu listened to the voice and said, "It seems that something really happened. Tian Yonglie, go and call Teacher Liao." The boy named Tian Yonglie also knew that the matter was serious and ran away. In the past, when he had a group fight with students from other schools, Ye Yuhu always liked to be a big shot, but for some reason, the first thing he thought of was Teacher Liao.

Curly hair was still teaching Li Yu a lesson, and the Mongolian army was not spared. It was a matter of bloody head, and the bruised nose and swollen face were still a trivial matter. Wang Long and He Lian were fine, but they were kicked a few times without resisting, so Li Fei and others were too lazy to pay attention to them.

Popcorn leaned against the door and smiled and said, "The two students who have not grown all their hair are worth working. You are so unplanted with curly hair." It seems that the worst of these six people is curly hair. After hearing his words, they dare not refute it, so they can only spread their anger on Li Yu's head.

Suddenly, with a bang, the door opened from the outside, the hidden lock broke out, and four screws bounced out, clamping the popcorn between the wall and the door with a fierce force, and hitting the hard veneer bricks in the middle of the door, and the door panel behind him almost pressed him into pieces of paper.

"Who?" Li Fei turned around and walked into the door. His hair was messy, his upper body was naked, and he was wearing only a pair of big shorts and slippers. The man was wearing a light back, but he could see his beard and his face was as if he was about to drip bleeding.

"You are Li Yuzhong's teacher Liao Xuebing?" Li Fei asked.

Liao Xuebing didn't say anything, opened the door and pushed it suddenly towards the wall. The popcorn felt a little loose, and the door panel was intimately intimately in contact with him again. The internal organs were hit hard, and blood was squirting out when the face was against the wall. The flyback came back and splashed all over his face.

One-eyed dragon, Curly Hair and others pulled out the knife and stared at him with all their hearts. He hurt the person to such an extent with just one hand. He couldn't imagine it. Curly Hair saw his enemy and his eyes were about to spurt out of fire, and his whole body was trembling with excitement. The fruit knife in his hand also shook constantly.

Liao Xuebing glanced at Li Yuzhong and the four of them were huddled in the corner of the wall, their clothes were broken, their bodies were almost covered with wounds, and there were blood on the ground, which was shocking. He didn't know what the four people were injured. He secretly regretted that in order to show off and to his so-called education of students, they made them turn back, but they were revengeful and implicated two other innocent students. It seemed that he was still immature in many aspects.

He walked over and kicked at the table. Two computer monitors on the table flew towards the two people who were in the forefront. This monitor was an old-style imaging tube monitor, a large and heavy screen, with a 17-inch wide screen, weighing more than 30 kilograms, but he flew up after he kicked it. The wooden boards at the touch of the foot broke open and raised a bunch of wood chips.

This happened suddenly, and neither of them had time to guard against it. The monitor with more than 30 kilograms hit the lower abdomen with inertia acceleration and fell backwards immediately. The monitor fell to the ground and the screen glass burst. The fragments and dust pounced on the man. He hurriedly blocked his face with his hands, and the sharp glass still cut his arm.

Lao Liao has always been concerned with a thunder blow. He rushed to his head with passion and exuded his feet with a terrifying voice. His feet were generally painful. He couldn't care about so much at this time, and he instantly cleared the situation and punched Li Fei's nose in the head. The fist was filled with a howling sound of wind. If this fist was put into practice, he would have a concussion even if he didn't die.

Li Fei was surprised by this teacher. From the simple description under the curly brush, it was difficult to understand the truth. He only said that he was just a big and thick physical education teacher. Although curly hair liked to shout, he was very harsh and introverted, and it was not surprising that he was beaten up. After seeing Liao Xuebing's aura that seemed to be the world, he realized that this time he seemed to be hit by the ironclad.

Now, without thinking, draw your sword and swing it towards the oncoming fist.

Liao Xuebing is not a martial arts master who is said to have a bare hands. He is already unable to stop his power. He is a little impatient. The blade brushes his arm and produces a large piece of flesh, and his fist hits Li Fei's nose.

Since Li Fei took this name, he felt like he was flying for the first time. His face was hit by a driving locomotive. He fell three meters away. His eyes were filled with stars, his ears roared, his nose bridge collapsed, and a large piece of flesh was opened. It was not until after it landed, blood sprayed out from the wound with the violent beating of his heart.

"Teacher, be careful!" Meng Jun shouted. At this time, the one-eyed dragon slashed Liao Xuebing's back with a knife. His knife was extremely sharp, but the blade face was too thin, and he was a little shaking. He was panicked again. When the knife fell, he turned aside, which only made the opponent's skin burst. If he was about to stop, the knife could at least reach the bone.

Liao Xuebing was really careless and rushed to the scene in his slippers. The slippers were too loose and reduced their flexibility. He just woke up and his attention was prone to being out of focus. Otherwise, how could the one-eyed dragon be so easy to attack successfully?

Liao Xuebing snorted in pain, stretched out his legs and kicked the one-eyed dragon in the chest. The guy hit the wall, and a large artful "Sunflower" picture frame was loosened and hit his head.

Meng Jun was not that seriously injured, so he immediately endured the pain and turned over and stood up, raised his computer monitor and fell towards the one-eyed dragon.

In recent years, Liao Xuebing rarely suffered such a great loss. He pounced on him, stepped on the head of the man who had been smashed by the monitor, grabbed Li Fei's hair, and hit another violent knee hit on the nose that had already bloomed. The injury was even worse. Li Fei's face was like a tomato with broken nose, with snot and blood flying together, tears and saliva, and his eyes were almost half an inch protruding.

Liao Xuebing's action was smooth and flowing. He did it in one go. He slowly let go of his palms and Li Fei fell to the ground.

There was still a curly hair left in the place and did not dare to move. The swollen mouth was unable to swallow saliva, and it flowed down the corner of the mouth drop by drop. Liao Xuebing smiled and gently pulled out the knife from his hand, dragged it to the table and nailed his hand to it. The curly hair was extremely painful and could not be screamed, and his whole body was twitching.

Liao Xuebing suffered two injuries, and the flesh on his arm was opened, and he could see clearly beating blood vessels. He endured the pain and said in his head, "Meng Jun, stab him with a knife, stab him in his thigh." Meng Jun cheered up and picked up the fallen knife and stabbed it into the one-eyed dragon's thigh until he touched the hard bones and blood poured out from the cracks in his jeans.

There was no one in the corridor. When Liao Xuebing arrived, it was almost time for class. He first knocked Ye Yuhu and his students away before kicking in by himself. Inadvertently, Qiu Daqi walked slowly towards the dormitory building along the path. This bastard must have come to check the dormitory. Liao Xuebing hurriedly closed the door, but the door lock broke and could not be locked at all.

Li Fei struggled to stand up, wiped the blood, and barely opened his eyes. Liao Xuebing said in surprise: "You can still get up, you are a man. But a man has to withstand more stringent tests." He kicked him over with one kick.

"Wang Long, are you pretending to be dead? Just rubbing a little oily skin, it's still far from the large intestine!"

Hearing the teacher scolding, Wang Long had to get up and help beat the dog in the water. Li Yuzhong was not fatally injured, but the pain was severe. He slowly recovered and grabbed the juice bottle and smashed it on Curly Hair's head: "Brother Curly Hair, thank you for your teaching over the years. This gift is not respectful."

The curly hand was still nailed to the table, which was difficult to dodge. If you tug the wound, it would hurt heart-wrenchingly. After a moment of touching the wound, the Vitality bottle broke from it. Li Yuzhong held the bottle neck tightly and the sharp end pierced into his stomach.

From junior high school to high school, we have been fighting for several years, and we have never been as exciting as today. Liao Xuebing's behavior has brought about a drastic change in his outlook on life. It turns out that this is how fighting is fought!

Liao Xuebing kicked Li Fei's weak ribs in his armpits several times. The latter was like a rolling gourd to the corner of the wall to stop his momentum, and foamy blood came out of his mouth and nose. The bleeding from the bridge of the nose was just a skin trauma, but the vomiting of blood was caused by internal organ injuries. Liao Xuebing kicked his ribs.

Li Fei's breathing began to be difficult, his face turned purple and blue, and his eyes were always flashing with stars. The angel seemed to be waving to him not far away. No, the man's face was full of stubbornness, and he was clearly a devil.

Another person who was knocked down by the monitor was not seriously injured. Liao Xuebing lit a cigarette and grabbed him and said, "Which of you is Li Fei from Heilongtang?"

The man was very scared and pointed at Li Fei and said, "It's the one who lies on the ground and pretends to be dead."

The ground was covered with blood, and the popcorn that was almost flattened by the doorway had broken lungs; the curly wrist was pierced, and the juice bottle was inserted into the stomach; the one-eyed dragon's thigh was full of holes; Li Fei was most injured, and it was terrible, and only the last person left had rationally adopted the non-resistance policy.

Liao Xuebing took out the man's cigarette, squatted on the ground and lit a cigarette, spraying smoke from his nostrils, and said, "Li Yuzhong, Mengjun, are you all okay? Li Fei, you are wrong here. The campus is sacred and cannot tolerate you to come and play wildly."

Li Fei was almost dying in pain, and he could hear what he said. The only complete man shook and said, "No, sorry, we came to the wrong place."

"Li Yuzhong and the Mongolian Army are both my students. If they lose a hair in the future, your Heilong Hall will disappear on the earth."

"That's it, that's right, right." The man agreed without any wits and wanted to continue to speak, but he was too frightened and could not say it.

"Okay, you can get out."
Chapter completed!