My talent is resurrection

Chapter 297 Give You a Hand
Chen Jiu quickly moved closer to the crowd of onlookers, squeezed in, and took advantage of the situation to look over.

In the middle of the crowd, a disciple of the academy was hanged up and beaten by several luxuriously dressed men.

All the disciples of the school were scolding, but because they were afraid of the influence of these young masters, they did not dare to stand up and stop them.

Chen Jiu frowned, and said inwardly.

"It turned out to be a fight!"

With a straight face, he immediately pushed away the crowd in front of him, stood up and stretched out his hands and shouted.

"Stop, stop for me!"

With this sentence roared, all eyes of the audience were fixed on Chen Jiu.

The young masters frowned and asked Chen Jiu, "Who are you?"

Among them, a son who often came to the academy smiled disdainfully, and replied: "He is just watching the gate. Maybe the gatekeeper's head is broken every day. I don't know how to dare to play this hero."

Hearing this, the leader of the brocade hat son was also happy. He stretched out his hand and asked Chen Jiu with a sneer while holding the school disciple whose nose was bruised and his face swollen.

"You don't think that if you stand up at this time and carry out a so-called justice, the lecturer in the academy will look at you high?"

The tall and thin boy next to him sneered and echoed: "It's true that you are pretending to be smart, but the more you are such a small person, the more you like it."

Brother Jinmao seemed to be interested too, he dropped the school disciple in his hand, folded his hands on his chest, tilted his head, and said to Chen Jiu with a very high posture.

"Believe it or not, I can beat you up and expel you from the academy?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, apparently not believing it.

It's hard to say that he was expelled from the academy, but he definitely beat this young master up.

Brother Jinmao grinned arrogantly at the corner of his mouth, accompanied by the sneering smiles of several young masters behind him, as if mocking Chen Jiu for his short-sightedness.

Brother Jinmao looked down on Chen Jiu, and said with a more sarcasm, "You have heard of Suolong Mountain in Zhongtu. I am the son of the Yun family in Suolongshan."

As soon as this remark came out, some knowledgeable disciples from the academy all around exclaimed, with some disbelief in their eyes.

Zhongtu Suolongmen, whose suzerain is a thirteenth-level monk, has a good relationship with a semi-sage gentleman in the academy, and will also send gifts to the academy every year. It can be regarded as a good sect of the Zhongtu Academy one.

And this Yun family is the lineage of the suzerain, if they are ranked according to seniority, then the thirteenth-level great cultivator can be regarded as the ancestor of this young master.

The group of school disciples immediately understood that it was no wonder that Young Master Jinmao dared to be so arrogant. With his power, perhaps even some Nascent Soul lecturers would smile at him when they saw him, and would not want to offend him.

It seems that the guard is also miserable.

Some school disciples sighed, it's a pity that such a person who dares to make a statement, still can't fight for power after all.

There are also disciples of the Academy who are fortunate that they are not the ones who went to the top just now, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to be embarrassed now.

Even more gloating, he secretly ridiculed Chen Jiu, a mere guard who dared to be so pushy, and now he ran into a mountain, he really asked for trouble.

However, many disciples of the school changed their minds and thought that Chen Jiu and Zhou Xian had a good relationship. It is estimated that Zhou Xian said twice afterwards, the problem should not be too big.

Thinking of this, the disciples of the academy became a little jealous again, thinking that how could Chen Jiu, a small guard, get close to Zhou Xian, a great god?

Brother Jinmao gently played with the ring on his hand, twisted the ring slightly, and smiled disdainfully at Chen Jiu.

"How about this, you little guard, I won't make it difficult for you, lest people say that I have low taste, and even take fun of you as a guard..."

Brother Jinmao lifted the disciple who had collapsed on the ground again, pointed at the disciple's bruised and swollen cheek, and grinned.

"You slap him ten times in the face, and I'll let you go, how about that?"

Chen Jiu straightened his crooked hat, pointed at the school disciple, and replied, "You let him go now, and I won't make things difficult for you."

Brother Jinmao's face was startled, then he grinned, and gradually squeezed the head of the school disciple with his hands, saying disdainfully.

"You guard is so brave, dare to talk to me like that."

The student's head was grabbed violently, and he grunted, with a pained expression on his face.

Chen Jiu's eyes flashed with golden light, and his figure was like a ghost. Before everyone had time to react, he pinched the head of Young Master Jinmao with one hand and held it up high.

All the disciples in the academy exclaimed, they couldn't believe that the guard dared to fight back, and he succeeded in fighting back!
Afterwards, the young masters looked horrified and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

Brother Jinmao was holding his head in the air by Chen Jiu. He was extremely flustered, and hurriedly let go of the school disciples, and hurriedly said to Chen Jiu.

"I let go, let me down quickly!"

Chen Jiu let go, and the brocade hat fell down. He hurriedly stepped back, trying to meet up with the young masters behind him, looked at Chen Jiu with a ferocious expression, and cursed.

"You don't know what to do, how dare you do something to me!"

Chen Jiu frowned, stretched out his hand and grabbed the brocade hat boy who was more than ten meters away, looked straight at him, and said.

"Your mouth seems to stink."

Brother Jinmao looked horrified and kept struggling.

The young masters behind him hesitated and did not dare to step forward.

Chen Jiu's eyes turned suddenly, his body turned into a golden arm, and he punched behind him.

A black shadow stepped back, looked at Chen Jiu with a horrified expression, and asked in surprise.

"I don't know your honorable name?"

Just based on Chen Jiu's fist, he must not be a simple person.

Chen Jiu still pinched the head of Brother Jinmao with one hand, and said with a smile: "It's just a guard."

The black shadow appeared on his face. It was an old man holding a flying sword. He frowned and looked at Chen Jiu, raising his sword.

"Flying sword Hu Fei in Xiacaotang, under the order of the Patriarch to protect the young master, please don't make things difficult."

When the surrounding disciples heard this, they all whispered.

Hu Fei, the Flying Sword in Caotang, was rated as one of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators who have the best chance of becoming a Celestial Sword Immortal within 30 years.

Unexpectedly, such a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator would actually be guarding Brother Jinmao, which also shows the strength of Suolongmen.

But what everyone didn't expect the most was that Hu Fei, a well-known Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, was so polite to Chen Jiu, and Chen Jiu was really able to block Hu Fei's blow before!
Chen Jiu ignored Young Master Jinmao's struggle, and grinned, "Make things difficult? Why didn't you come out when this person made things difficult for me earlier?"

Hu Fei paused, and didn't know how to answer. He really didn't expect this young man to be so powerful, otherwise he would have come out to stop him before, and now he can only raise his sword and say a word.

"Your Excellency, do you want to have some unpleasantness with me, Locking the Door Dragon?"

Chen Jiu grinned wider and wider, nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand and said arrogantly: "Let me give you a hand, dare to come?"

(End of this chapter)