I'll do it!
Identity was very important.
In Shendi College, identity was even more important.
… ….
"I suspect that you stole the sword skill. Take off your clothes and check." A disciple stared at Fan Tong with a face full of disdain, "Hurry up!"
Fan Tong was very angry, but he did not dare to flare up, and said: "Senior brother, I really did not steal it, I swear to the heavens."
That disciple laughed: "Swear? Is there any use in swearing? Hurry up and take off your clothes for inspection. Otherwise, I will arrest you for stealing secret manuals. You know very well what the consequences will be. "
"Beat him to death and throw him to the back of the mountain to feed the dogs."
The other disciple's face was full of ridicule, and said: "Brat, do whatever we tell you to do, don't ask for trouble."
At this time.
Sun Tou, Da Jun, and a few other miscellaneous disciples ran over.
Sun Tou said: "Two senior brothers, he is an honest and simple person, he will definitely not steal anything, please two senior brothers do me a favor."
Steal the secret skill?
Unless he really wanted to die.
The secret skills in the Martial Depository could not be brought out. They could only be read inside, and could not be brought out. There was a kind of barrier inside.
Every secret skill was recorded, and without permission, it was impossible to bring them out.
These two guarding disciples were just looking for trouble.
In their eyes, these were just miscellaneous disciples, the lowest existences in Shendi College, and also the targets of their ridicule.
"F * ck!"
"Who are you?"
"If you say he won't steal, he won't steal?" A disciple kicked Sun Tou's abdomen. This kick was very heavy, and directly sent Sun Tou flying.
"Pfft!"
Sun Tou spat out a mouthful of blood, ignoring the pain, he said: "Senior brother, the Martial Depository has a barrier, he is a ninth stage spirit immortal disciple, it is impossible for him to bring out the secret skill, can you …"
"Bam!"
Another kick landed on Sun Tou's face. His body moved, and he stepped on Sun Tou's face, and said disdainfully: "I suspect that he stole the secret skill now. If he doesn't strip naked and check, I will make it difficult for all of you today."
There was clearly no such thing, yet he insisted on making things difficult for them.
Furthermore, he had to strip naked in front of everyone.
This wasn't making things difficult for them, it was a blatant humiliation!
None of the part-time disciples dared to make a sound.
In Shendi College, their status was lower than that of a dog.
Although.
The academy prohibited bullying, but this was just a rule. In this place, if you were weak, if you had a lowly status, then you were destined to be bullied.
Fan Tong knelt on the ground and said, "Senior brother, I really didn't steal it."
That disciple said, "Who can testify? Even if you didn't steal it, I now suspect that you reacted to the secret manual. This is also stealing."
Fan Tong anxiously said, "I didn't flip through it either."
"Hmph?"
"You didn't read it, right?"
"We'll know once we try it out." A disciple revealed a playful sneer.
Without waiting for Fan Tong to stand up, he kicked him.
He was in the Crazy Immortal Stage, an existence that could completely suppress Fan Tong. Fan Tong did not dare to attack him at all and was instantly sent flying by the kick.
That was not all.
That disciple took a step forward, and without waiting for Fan Tong's body to land on the ground, he kicked in the air again and shot out explosively. "Bam!"
With a kick, Fan Tong was sent flying dozens of meters away. Fan Tong was lying on the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth. His face was pale as he said, "I didn't steal it, I really didn't steal it."
"Hahaha …"
"Senior brother, your continuous kicks are not bad." That disciple laughed and said, completely not caring about Fan Tong's life or death.
"I told you that I can continuously kick them."
"You don't say, these part-time disciples are pretty good training sandbags." The senior brother laughed.
That junior brother said, "I want to train too."
He glared at one of the part-time disciple and said, "Come here."
The part-time disciple shrank back and said, "Senior brother, let me go."
That Junior Brother laughed and said, "I now suspect that you stole the secret skill. Either you take off your clothes and check, or I'll test your moves. Otherwise, I'll report you for stealing the secret skill, heh heh …"
His eyes were filled with contempt.
He looked at the part-time disciples as if he was looking at a few dead dogs.
They could do whatever they wanted.
They were completely toyed with in the palm of their hands.
Because they were official disciples, because their identities were different.
And Sun Tou and the others were part-time disciples, targets that everyone could bully.
The part-time disciple immediately said, "I'll take off my clothes, I'll take off my clothes."
While they were talking …
He immediately took off all the clothes on his body and said, "Senior brother, I didn't steal it, I really didn't steal it."
His eyes were filled with incomparable fear.
This was not the first time this had happened. His body was already covered in wounds, and he could no longer withstand the beating.
Between taking off his clothes and being beaten, he chose the former.
Here, he had no self-respect to speak of.
The corner of that junior brother's mouth turned cold as he shouted, "You think you'll be fine just because you took off your clothes?"
"I suspect that you're reading the secret manual now."
His fists moved, forming a tiger and a crane. A beast shadow shot out from his fists and directly smashed forward. "Bang, bang!"
Two dull sounds rang out.
The disciple who had taken off his clothes spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. "Ahh …"
The other part-time disciple did not dare to show the slightest bit of anger in their eyes. They all lowered their heads, not daring to resist.
The consequences of resisting were even worse.
He would be injured even more severely.
Moreover.
No one would stand up for them, and no one would believe their words.
"Hahaha …"
"Junior brother, your Tiger and Crane Double Form Fist Technique is pretty good." The senior brother laughed, "The destructive power just now has at least reached the three-star realm."
The junior brother laughed: "This is all thanks to senior brother's guidance. Otherwise, how could I have improved so quickly?"
"Huh?"
"Hahaha, hahaha …"
The two of them laughed out loud.
Sun Tou crawled up from the ground, his face full of respect, and said: "Senior brothers, today's cleaning has been completed, can we leave?"
"Leave?"
"Big Head Sun, your cultivation is the strongest among you trash, right?" The senior brother's eyes turned cold as he stared at him and laughed.
Sun Tou frowned, and said: "I am also only at the ninth grade of spirit immortal, I can't compare to the two senior brothers, the two senior brothers are wise and powerful, their talent is outstanding …"
The Senior Brother shouted, "Don't flatter me. Today, you'll fight with me. If you can take ten moves from me, I'll let you go. If you can't, all of you will have to strip naked and crawl out of here."
Ten moves was not much.
However …
He was a second stage Crazy Immortal, and he cultivated the cultivation technique of the Martial Depository.
What about Big Head Sun?
He was just a part-time disciple. Ever since he entered Shendi College, he had not been taught by any mentor, nor had he cultivated any of the cultivation techniques of Shendi College. Even if there was a difference of three levels, the difference in strength was like heaven and earth.
It was impossible for him to withstand ten moves.
"Ten moves, right?"
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