C1253
C1253
Compared to Zhao Yun, Han Qiong was in an even more miserable state. The spear in his hand was broken into two pieces, and he was only holding the other half of the spear. On his right shoulder, there was a bloody hole that was as thick as a bowl.
If not for his cultivation level being shocking, perhaps just this kind of injury would have been enough to take his life!
"Cough, cough …" "I lost …" Han Qiong was barely able to stand up as he kept coughing. Every mouthful of his cough brought out a large amount of dark red blood.
With Han Qiong's strength, although the injuries on his body were heavy, it was not enough for him to become like this. The reason why he was like this was because he lost to Zhao Yun.
Even if he knew that Zhao Yun was Xiao Tian's disciple, he could not use common sense to guess.
However, he was, after all, an expert from the older generation that had been famous for many years. Yet, he had been defeated by the hands of a younger generation.
"It was senior who let me win." Zhao Yun pushed his spear back into the weapon rack and smiled at Wu Tie. "Just now, I won by a fluke. If we fought again, I might not have been able to win."
"You don't need to find excuses for me," Han Qiong shook his head and said seriously: "Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. Without so many excuses, losing is me being inferior, so how can I be lucky?"
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Zhao Yun to speak, Han Qiong turned his gaze to Han Hsing at the side, and said in a deep voice: "Xing'er, go and post a notice in front of the Military School entrance. From today onwards, the Han Family Military School Hall will be closed."
"Uncle!" Hearing Han Qiong's words, Han Hsing was first shocked, then he hurriedly persuaded: "This Military School is your hard work!"
Ever since Han Qiong founded the Han Family's Military School, he had been by Han Qiong's side. After personally seeing Han Qiong develop his ordinary Military School to his current state, he naturally knew how much effort Han Qiong had put into it.
Now Han Qiong was planning to close down, how could he not be shocked?
I'm old, "Han Qiong shook his head, and said with a dejected expression:" There is no need to drive the Han Family's Military School any longer. If you guys are willing to continue learning martial arts with me, then go back to your hometown in the river with me.
Although his injuries from the battle with Zhao Yun were not severe, it made him realize that he no longer belonged to this era.
Whether it was the "flying general" Lv Bu and Lu Fengxian, who had made a comeback in the State of Wanzhou, or the one who was rumored to have been born in Hedong Kingdom, who had caused chaos in Hedong County City, who had defeated eight experts of the same realm, Guan Yu, who had defeated eight, or the person in front of him, Zhao Yun, who was only twelve to thirteen years old and had already steadily surpassed him, these people were all the top of the younger generation.
In comparison, he was already old. He was in his fifties. Although he could only be considered to be in his prime due to cultivating inner Qi, he was still a lot younger than Zhao Yun and the others.
Since this was the case, rather than continuing to hold the title of Hebei Spear King and leading to people coming to challenge him, he might as well return to his hometown to seclude himself and peacefully teach his disciples.
"Then nephew will go back with you," Han Hsing knew he couldn't persuade Han Qiong, so he said without hesitation.
"We are also willing to return to the river with Master!" Han Qiong's remaining six direct disciples said without any hesitation.
As for the other Han Family Military School disciples, they did not say anything, but whether it was Han Qiong or anyone else, they could all guess what they were thinking, it was just that no one pointed it out.