Jiang Tian shook his head and sighed. He had no choice but to suppress his eagerness and practice step by step.

Rumble!

Amid the dull roar, the dazzling purple scales bloomed again, and the power of the billowing cold spirit gathered into a whirlpool, rapidly submerging Jiang Tian's figure.

...

While Jiang Tian was practicing in retreat, in a luxurious courtyard on the east side of Feiyun Peak halfway up the mountain, Elder Meng was sitting in the hall and instructed a few disciples to practice.

This is his residence, and the few young disciples who bowed in front of him to listen to the training are all wearing blue Feiyun martial arts robes, they are the outer disciples of Feiyunfeng.

These people are also a few of his favorite disciples, but for some reason, today's Elder Meng has an angry expression, his eyes are rather gloomy, as if he is in a bad mood.

In fact, not only today, since the end of the Sect Huiwu, his face has never looked good.

These disciples knew more or less about the situation, so they were respectful and trembling in front of him, lest they would be touched by him.

But even so, these people made a slight difference when they were practicing, and they still angered him greatly. They cursed on the spot for not enough, and they even called to the hall of residence to chatter endlessly.

"...You guys, I really disappointed the old man!"

"Yes, yes, the disciple knows his mistake... please calm down the elders!"

"The disciples are free to beat and punish, I only ask the elders not to be so angry!"

Several disciples had fear on their faces, but they had to ask for mercy and comfort each other.

Although these disciples were all sincerely regretting, Elder Meng still refused to let go of the evil fire that had come from nowhere. On the contrary, the remarks became more fierce and the mood became more violent.

"Idiot, idiot! I wasted effort to cultivate you. You have been in the sect for almost three years. What kind of cultivation was it at the beginning, now?"

"Idiots, rice buckets, a bunch of idiots!" Elder Meng shouted angrily, and cursed these disciples bloody.

The corners of these disciples' eyes jumped wildly, their complexions were extremely ugly, and they had long been slanderous in their hearts, but they would never dare to make trouble in front of this elder.

Elder Meng's temper is notoriously bad, and his methods are quite harsh. If he offends him, how can there be good fruit?

In desperation, they can only continue to admit their mistakes, beg for mercy, and constantly comfort each other.

"Look at those disciples who entered the sect with you. The worst ones are all first-rate masters in the outer sect. How about you? You spent nearly three years training on dogs?"

The disciples' faces were blue, but they were annoyed but did not dare to refute.

Some of the disciples who entered the sect with them are indeed among the ranks of first-class talents in the outer sect, but they are only a few people, and most of them are not comparable to their strength.

But at this time, even if they didn't accept it, they didn't dare to argue with Elder Meng, they could only gritted their teeth and sighed and endured it silently.

"Huh! You really disappointed the old man! At your speed of cultivation, everyone has become the backbone of the sect. Whether you can be promoted to the inner sect is still a question! You..."

Hum!

Elder Meng's cursing was just a rise, and suddenly the outside of the hall fluctuated together, and a flash of light flew into the hall instantly, and a deep buzzing sounded.

"Summoning Talisman?" Elder Meng frowned, grabbed it with a sharp face, and tied the aura in his hand.

When he glanced at it, he couldn't help but stunned, and then the anger on his face quickly dissipated, and then the eyes were bright, and there was a hint of excitement between the brows!

Not only that, when he checked the talisman before and after again, his old face suddenly glowed, his whole temperament changed, and he suddenly became happy!

"This..." When several disciples noticed his changes, they couldn't help but stared at each other in surprise, and all frowned.

However, they only dared to communicate with their eyes and did not dare to make any noises.

After all, his old man finally turned his face. If he gets offended again, who knows the consequences?

After Elder Meng's face became warmer, all these disciples felt relieved and became less nervous.

After a brief period of indulgence, Elder Meng waved his hand: "You guys, go back and cultivate for the old man. If you don't make any progress next month, you will have to be severely punished!"

"Yes, yes! Disciples remember the elder's teachings!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and then they felt ecstatic, nodding their heads as if pounding garlic, and greeted the elders.

Apparently, the scolding in front of me seems to end here. This is arguably the best news I have received today!

However, they seemed to be happy too early, and when they were just bowing to give a salute and ready to leave quickly, they were suddenly stopped by Elder Meng!

"Wait a minute!" Elder Meng's face was gloomy, and a cold color flashed between his eyebrows.

"Long...what else does the elder teach?" The eyes of the disciples twitched, their faces tightening.

"Hmph!" Elder Meng smiled coldly, "Do you think this is over?"

"This..." The corners of the disciples' eyes twitched wildly, shouting badly!

"Huh! Your thinking is too simple!" Elder Meng yelled angrily: "Everyone goes to the law enforcement hall to receive 30 lashes. Go now!"

"Three... thirty whips?"

"hiss!"

When the disciples heard this, their complexions changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Thirty lashes may not seem to be many, but anyone who is familiar with the methods of the law enforcement hall knows that this is no ordinary lashing.

This is a hard whip made of animal tendons. After being poured with spiritual power, it is as hard as iron. It only needs one whip to tear the robe, and two or three whips can break the spiritual power of the body.

The key is that any disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall cannot resist with spiritual power and can only carry it hard with the flesh.

This is the point!

Without spiritual protection, these disciples will surely be ripped apart when the first whip goes down!

Although the physical strength of the martial artist is far greater than that of ordinary people, the whip of the law enforcement hall is designed to punish the martial artist, and it is absolutely uncomfortable.

Three or five lashes are already unbearable, let alone thirty lashes!

"Elder, the disciple knows wrong, but can this punishment be..."

The leader of a tall disciple bit his scalp and asked for mercy. Among the five disciples, he saw a little bigger, and he didn't even dare to say anything before he came forward.

"Why, thirty whips are not too small for you?" Elder Meng said with a gloomy expression.

"Less? No! No, no, no! Thirty whips are not a lot, not a lot!" The tall disciple's expression changed, and his heart groaned.

He is not a fool. Thirty whips will only be too much. How can he be too little?

But he knew the urinary **** of this elder Meng, as soon as he said this, things might become more and more troublesome!

Sure enough, the next scene caused the five disciples to soften their knees and almost fell to their knees.

"Okay! Since you are too young, let's take 50 whips!" Elder Meng smiled, a gloomy color flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hiss!" The five disciples looked at each other, sucking in cold air, their eyes almost jumping out.

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