"Of course there is someone who can cure me, but it's a pity that this person can't be you,"
Lu Ming pursed his lips and smiled.
senior brother du, senior brother du, you must avenge me.
At this moment, triangle-eyes struggled to get up and cried out in a shrill voice. Unfortunately, one side of his face was swollen like a pig's head. Blood was flowing from his mouth, and a few of his teeth had fallen out. He couldn't speak properly.
Senior brother DU's expression turned even uglier. Beside him, a few other silver-ranked disciples of The White Tiger Hall also walked over with unkind looks on their faces. However, they were all first grade great martial masters.
"This Lu Ming is still as overbearing as ever!"
At the side, some disciples from the other courtyards were watching and someone spoke up.
