Although he said that, Qin bei was still very glad that he had made the decision to organize the southern region Martial Arts Academy!
Only by cultivating a reserve force in time would they have a certain advantage in the future war!
"You little brat! Don't you have eyes? You dare to block this Lord's path?"
At this moment, a series of curses came from the side. A seven or eight year old kid with the strength of a combat disciple accidentally bumped into a middle aged man with the strength of a wargod.
After bumping into someone, the child's eyes were filled with fear and he kept retreating.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything and kicked the child. The child could only curl up and didn't dare to fight back.
Immediately after, the middle-aged man drew out a large knife and was about to chop the boy to death on the street!
"What are you doing? Stop!"
Seeing this, Qin bei stepped forward to stop him.
