On a mountain peak that no one has set foot on in the Falling Sword Villa, a group of young disciples laughed and played around a thin and short young man, and from time to time he hit and kicked twice on the young man, and the young man begged for mercy again and again.

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

The young man, like everyone else, was a disciple of the Fallen Sword Villa, but he was different from them, because of his extremely poor roots, coupled with his cowardly temperament, and he was from the lowest background, he was often bullied by his peers.

For such a thing, the elders of the Fallen Sword Mountain Villa are naturally not unaware, but no one will pay attention to this kind of thing, and they all turn a blind eye.

After all, if he is just an ordinary disciple, who will care about his life or death? Even if he is beaten to death, at most he will reprimand the perpetrator slightly, and he will not care too much.

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

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

Although he was cowardly, he was very strong, and even if he was bullied by his peers, he never left the Fallen Sword Villa.

He wants to learn high-grade swordsmanship here, practice hard here, and then return to his hometown to avenge his parents.

For this purpose, even if the teenager is wronged, he must swallow it himself.

As for resenting his fellow disciples, that's not to talk about, the young man hates himself more because he is too weak and can't do anything.

"Father, mother, you must bless me in heaven, so that I can avenge you as soon as possible. The boy leaned back against a cold stone and whispered softly, a smile on his bruised face.

Every time he was bullied by his classmates, he would recall the time he lived with his parents, which was the only time he felt happy, and it was precisely because of such memories that he was able to be so strong.

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

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After a few months, the boy was once again forcibly brought to the mountain by many of his fellow disciples.

"The surname Liao, I asked you to help me wash my clothes, why did you tear my clothes instead?" asked a handsome young man with a smile, but when he saw his smile, the young man surnamed Liao trembled.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I accidentally torn your clothes, I will definitely help you sew them up. The young man hurriedly said, he knew that he would be beaten again this time, and he only hoped that these people could be beaten lightly, and not let themselves hurt for more than a month like last time.

"How about sewing, I don't wear mended clothes, so why don't you make a lot of holes in my clothes, and I'll cut a few swords in your face?" said the young man with a smile, but the words that came out made the young man frightened.

The other fellow students present were also a little surprised, and looked at the young man in amazement.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this is a bit too much, isn't it?" someone said cautiously.

The senior brother surnamed Zhang immediately glared at the man, and the latter's neck shrunk and he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Senior brother, why don't you forget it, just beat him up like before. A female disciple persuaded.

However, this senior brother shook his head: "No, I have to draw a few swords in his face today, it's not a big deal." ”

"Don't!" the boy begged for mercy, his face full of horror.

I saw that Senior Brother Zhang took out a long sword from the Nine Palace Bag and directly slashed it on the young man's face.

Blood flowed out, and the boy let out a cry of pain, and his face suddenly opened with flesh.

Senior Brother Zhang's face showed excitement, and another sword fell, and his strength was very good, which would only make this young man suffer flesh and skin injuries, but not let him be injured too seriously.

The young man screamed miserably, struggling with his hands and feet, but he was caught by several people at the same time, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Please, let me go! I won't dare again!" the boy begged, a sharp pain coming from his face, and the bright sword still dangling in front of his eyes, making him even more frightened.

"I'm not done yet. Senior Brother Zhang sneered, there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and the long sword swung again, directly cutting off a piece of flesh on the young man's face.

At this moment, the young man's face was scarred, and blood was flowing everywhere, and some of the fellow disciples present were showing unbearable expressions, although they often bullied him on weekdays, but it was not so serious, which was really a bit cruel.

But no one dared to say anything, Senior Brother Zhang was one of the highest-ranking disciples of the Falling Sword Villa, and there were several family elders in the Falling Sword Villa, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a hand covering the sky, where would ordinary disciples dare to offend him?

"Alas. Everyone could only look at the young man who was crying and begging for mercy with pity, who made him unlucky and was targeted by this Senior Brother Zhang.

Another sword, the young man's face was already a blur of flesh and blood, completely devoid of his original face, in addition to his eyes, even his lips, nose and even ears had wounds.

Everyone knows that this young man is completely disfigured, unless he can find some elixirs that change his appearance, or cultivate to reach the spiritual source realm, he will have to wear this face for the rest of his life.

The young man was full of resentment, a pair of eyes stared at that senior brother Zhang, and the young man at this moment hated this person to the core.

"Do you dare to stare at me like this? Believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs?" Senior Brother Zhang said with a smile, the long sword in his hand had already begun to shake in front of the young man's eyes, and it was possible to pierce the young man's eyeballs at any time.

"Senior Brother Zhang, although this kid is hateful, we must keep him and play slowly in the future. Someone said.

When Senior Brother Zhang heard this, he also seemed to feel that it was very reasonable, nodded his head, put away his long sword, and did not torture the young man anymore.

The man who spoke breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't have a good relationship with the young man, he just couldn't bear it.

"Let's go, let's practice the sword. Senior Brother Zhang greeted him, and everyone went down the mountain together, leaving the young man who fell to the ground and was dying with blood on his face.

After a few hours, the blood on the boy's face had dried up, and he lay there motionless like a dead corpse.

A vague figure came from a distance, and the young man's body trembled for a moment, thinking that it was someone who was torturing him, and turned his head with difficulty, but it was a person he had never seen before.

"Do you think you're a waste?" the voice of the visitor was indifferent, but it suddenly made the boy angry.

"I'm not a waste!" the young man roared, but his current appearance was particularly bleak.

"Everything that those people have inflicted on you, I can give you the opportunity to make them repay a hundredfold. The man said again.

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

"Tell me your name, and from now on, you will be my apprentice. ”