"I've met Senior Brother Shen! It was thanks to you that I saved my arm last time!"
"How come Senior Brother Shen has time to come to the martial arts arena today!"
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When these inner disciples saw Shen Luo's arrival, they bowed their hands and looked extremely affectionate and respectful.
"Junior brothers, what sword skills are you practicing? Don't relax."
Shen Luo smiled, these disciples treated him with great respect and affection.
It makes him feel very proud now, but even if he is happy, some people are worried.
Especially the man who taught them swordsmanship on the martial arts field.
He was standing there with a cold face and an unhappy look on his face.
"Junior Brother Shen, if you don't work hard for Mr. Zhao, why are you here?" The burly man with scars on his face said with a gloomy and sinister expression.
"Senior Brother Wang, isn't it good for you to say that?"
The man who said Shen Luo saved his arm before frowned.
Then he said: "Senior Brother Shen wants to come here to have fun, so what?"
"Are you still worried about what happened last time? Senior Brother Shen said that it is difficult to remove the scar on your face, and there is nothing he can do about it."
The young man who spoke for Shen Luo was Liu Ergou who was stabbed with a knife some time ago.
He also felt that when it was delivered to him that day, the man was crying profusely and was in great pain.
Fortunately, it was delivered earlier and the meridians on the arm were not damaged.
The one who came with him at that time was Senior Brother Wang just now, and his injuries were relatively minor.
So Shen Luo chose to treat Liu Ergou first, whose arm was chopped.
Although he resented Shenluo for not saving him first.
If he was the one who saved him first, he wouldn't be able to, and it would leave a scar on his face.
It turned into this ugly appearance.
After listening to Liu Ergou's words, the scar-faced man named Wang was looking at him with a face filled with resentment, and his fists clenched loudly.
He looked at Shen Luo thoughtfully again and thought of something.
The ferocious scar on his face twitched, and he looked at Shen Luo with a horrified expression and said, "Since Junior Brother Shen has learned Mr. Zhao's superb medical skills, he must not be any worse at martial arts!"
"This is a martial arts arena where our disciples practice martial arts for competition. I don't think Junior Brother Shen will refuse my kindness."
Of course Shen Luo knew what he meant, just wanted to beat him up and vent his anger.
The disciples around heard what Senior Brother Wang said and saw that there was a lot of excitement to be seen, so they all gathered around.
Before Shen Luo could say anything, Liu Ergou on the side jumped out and said, "Wang Zhe, what do you mean, do you want to bully others by relying on your proficiency in swordsmanship?"
"What's so arrogant about you is that you are more proficient in swordsmanship than us, that's why the hall master asked you to teach us." Liu Ergou pointed at Wang Zhe and shouted angrily.
Shen Luo watched Liu Ergou speak for him, thinking that this man was quite capable and would do anything he wanted.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in playing with you." Shen Luo glanced at everyone, shook his head and refused.
He was just too bored to practice and had nothing to do. He just went out for a walk and didn't want to fight anyone at all.
"Haha! Are you scared?"
"Is that it? How cruel did I think it was!" Wang Zhe looked at Shen Luo with an expression of contempt and teasing.
"How can Senior Brother Shen, a medical student, know martial arts? If you have the ability, you compete with Senior Brother Shen in medical skills!" Liu Ergou couldn't stand Wang Zhe and retorted directly.
After hearing their words, everyone first looked at each other, then booed loudly, talking about the three of them.
They were also curious about whether Shen Luo knew martial arts, although they didn't know Shen Luo's true background.
But I only know that he is the disciple of Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhao is the elder of the sect.
Shen Luo became his disciple again, and could barely be considered an elite disciple.
Shen Luo was not annoyed at all by Wang Zhe's ridicule. He smiled and said calmly: "Oh, I originally wanted to get along with you as brothers, but if I don't pretend, I will show my cards."
"Hall Master Wang knows! That's my uncle!"
"You know, the deputy head of our sect, he is my second uncle's father-in-law!"
"With my status, why do you want to compete with me? Are you worthy?"
Shen Luo's words immediately shocked the disciples. No one expected that Shen Luo had such a big background.
Not to mention Hall Master Wang, even the deputy sect leader of this sect is related to him.
If someone with this background dares to take advantage of him, he is the deputy sect leader, a person who is inferior to one person and is superior to ten thousand people.
The idea behind Shen Luo is that the old man hanged himself because he didn't want to live too long.
Wang Zhe's face turned dark when he heard Shen Luo reveal his family background.
He didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false. If what he said was true, then he was playing with fire and seeking death.
But things have evolved into this, and there is no way to collect the water.
Liu Ergou opened his eyes wide and looked at Shen Luo in confusion.
I have been speaking for him just now, if what the other party said is true.
Wouldn't it be like holding on to a thigh, wouldn't it be like walking sideways with Shen Luo as a backer?
Wang Zhe was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.
The scene became solemn in an instant.
At this time, a familiar and rough voice sounded, "Xiaoluo, why did you come out? Why didn't you come to uncle to tell me that you came out?"
The appearance of this voice broke the silence in the scene, and everyone turned their heads to look sideways.
The person who came was none other than Hall Master Wang, who was responsible for teaching and training his disciples.
Hall Master Wang’s words of “uncle” were neither too big nor too small, but these words rang in everyone’s hearts.
Wang Zhe looked at the approaching Hall Master Wang with a wry smile, but he didn't expect that what Shen Luo said was true.
Hall Master Wang already claims to be Shen Luo's uncle, so the deputy sect master is probably also telling the truth.
The disciples who were watching all looked at Wang Zhe with pity.
They all knew that Wang Zhe was going to be unlucky and had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.
"Hello, Uncle Wang." Shen Luo looked at Hall Master Wang who was walking over and said with a smile.
"When you kid comes out, tell me why you came here."
"And Wang Zhe, if you don't lead those disciples to practice swordsmanship, why are they all coming here to gather together?" The big man looked at those people and said in a rough voice.
Wang Zhe didn't answer the big man's words, but looked at Shen Luo.
Now his fate is in the hands of Shen Luo, a person of the level of Hall Master Wang.
Among those ordinary disciples, there are those who have the power of life and death and have high authority.
The departure and departure of ordinary disciples in the Black Qiong Sect was just a matter of his words.
"It's okay, uncle, isn't this boring? Let's go out for a walk." Shen Luo nodded and said.
Wang Zhe was stunned when he heard that Shen Luo didn't say what happened just now.
He was already prepared to be sent to be a handyman disciple or be kicked out of the mountain.
As a result, Shen Luo didn't say anything about it, but let him go.
To his surprise, the look he looked at Shen Luo was no longer malicious but a little grateful.
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay, let's go have a drink with uncle!" The big man patted Shen Luo's shoulder and said with a smile.
