87 Meeting the Refugees
In the wooden tub, Sun Yuanshan turned his head and looked at Qin Huai. “By the way, I heard you showed a strange form when you killed Li Bowu?”
He had always wanted to ask, but he never had the chance. He was also too embarrassed to open his mouth.
“Ah, Master’s rising dragon gave me a sudden idea, so I tried to use the white dragon in various ways.” Qin Huai had already thought of an excuse.
“You imbued the white dragon into your muscles?!” Sun Yuanshan’s eyes widened when he heard Qin Huai’s answer. “You’re really bold, kid! It’s something I’ve never heard of before!”
Qin Huai smiled and waved his hand. “In terms of wondrous ideas, Master’s rising dragon is better. I was just inspired by you.”
“Hahaha…” Sun Yuanshan couldn’t help but laugh heartily. He then stroked his wet beard and asked, “Can this method be implemented?”
“It’s extremely dangerous,” Qin Huai spoke bluntly.
He could activate his blood dragon form and even the advanced version of the colossal blood dragon form. The boiling blood from the four-directional tiger-wolf technique and the golden blood produced by the blood heart technique were both indispensable.
“Oh, Then let Fang Han try it.” Sun Yuanshan muttered, “That kid’s body is strong. He’s not the face of a dojo like Rong Li, so it’s not a big deal to be injured.
“I think so too.” Qin Huai’s eyes lit up. His intention was not much different from Sun Yuanshan’s.
Although his fellow disciples did not have the boiling blood’s level of combat strength, nor could they stuff the entire white dragon into their muscles and bodies, they were still unable to do so.
However, he should still be able to activate the low-quality blood dragon form with a small amount of qi.
But of course, in contrast, this form’s increase in power was far inferior to Qin Huai’s blood dragon form.
However, in the upcoming wave of demons, any increase in combat strength would increase the chances of survival of his fellow disciples.
After weighing the pros and cons, Senior Brother Fang Han was indeed the most suitable candidate. It was just that he was the junior brother, so he couldn’t say it, so it was great that his master had the same idea.
“If it weren’t for the fact that Master hasn’t had any scandals all these years, I would have thought that Junior Brother Qin was Master’s long-lost illegitimate son.”
On the side, Qi Yangbing looked at the master and disciple who had a tacit understanding and felt complicated.
“Hahaha. If I wanted to now, I would have the ability to support an old chicken.”
After joking around, Qin Huai and Sun Yuanshan began to discuss the accumulation and progress of the foundation. There were also many combat techniques.
Qi Yangbing couldn’t interject. This was his knowledge blind spot, so he could only shut his mouth and bear it in mind.
Although his master and junior brother’s method of dealing with the enemy was somewhat bold and unconstrained, there was no need to verify the effect. As long as one listened to the words of the two, one would know that the effect would not be bad. Besides, this was very beneficial to him.
“Although my current cultivation is slightly higher than Junior Brother Qin’s, if we were to fight to the death, I would most likely be the one to die,” Qi Yangbing said emotionally.
“Senior Brother is too humble. With Senior Brother’s popularity, if you and I were to fight to the death, I might die in the wilderness before I could even see Senior Brother.”
Qin Huai was also very humble. Qi Yangbing’s reputation in the dojo was second only to his master and Rong Li.
However, he had a wide circle of friends in the eight dojos. If Qi Yangbing gave a call, there might be twenty to thirty third refinement martial artists who would follow him.
But of course, the premise of all this was that Qin Huai really only had three refinements. Ever since he had entered the fourth refinement and possessed the five white dragons, his master could no longer see through his current realm.
Everyone still thought that he was only at the third refinement.
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Qin Huai and Qi Yangbing returned to the dojo not long after they finished their medicinal baths.
Surprisingly, there were not many people on the drill ground.
Qin Huai and Qi Yangbing looked at each other. After looking around, they finally caught a junior brother.
“There’s a group of refugees who insisted on staying in our dojo for the winter. They even said that we should go and get rid of the demons when they came.” The junior brother was at a loss.
“Let’s go and take a look.”
Qin Huai and Qi Yangbing looked at each other and quickly walked to the entrance of the dojo.
Before they arrived, the sound of wailing pierced through the clouds.
“Old Master Wu, please do us a favor and save our lives.”
“I just built a wooden house in the forest. I went out to hunt a snow rabbit, and when I came back, the house was hit with a big hole.”
“It’s a monster that’s more than three meters tall. The snow is covered in cow hoofprints.”
“The demons want us to stay in the dojo, or you will help us get rid of the demons! Otherwise… Otherwise, we won’t leave!”
Amidst the noise, there were people who begged, who gave up, who went with the flow, who clamored… There were also those who cursed at the imperial court in front of the dojo.
Most of them were complaints about the hardships of the world. The disciples had heard them so many times since winter.
However, there was still some useful information, and it was very important.
“According to the old man, he lives at the foot of the Top Mountain. It’s only twenty li away from Pingnan City… Also, the uncle and the two aunts were probably talking about the ox and pig demons. They are the main force of the wave of demons in Fenshan City,” Qi Yangbing muttered to himself.
“The hundreds of demons that escaped that city have killed their way to Pingnan.” Qin Huai’s tone was heavy.
He also saw the mother and her daughters he had saved in front of the city gate a few days ago in the crowd. However, there were now six of them, and the youngest girl was missing.
The remaining six people were now wearing cotton-padded clothes, but they had deliberately cut them open and then stitched them up to make them less eye-catching.
Their wooden house seemed to have been destroyed by the demons.
Shua, shua, shua.
The eldest martial brother, Rong Li, walked out from the mountain and cupped his fists towards the pitiful crowd in front of him. He was calm and unruffled.
“Everyone, our Changshan Dojo can guarantee that we will set up a shed in front of the mountain gate once a week to provide porridge. You can also stay in the area near the dojo, the White Flow Mountain.”
