"Bang!"

This was the sound of a whip falling on the flesh. Su Fuyun endured the pain on his back and did not dare to scream in front of the man in front of him.

He had an honest and serious face, and the folds between his eyebrows were majestic.

He is not as tall as Elder Rongji, nor as handsome as Jiulian, but his aura is beyond the reach of anyone.

"Do you know your guilt?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Su Fuyun, who had been beaten three times, hurriedly said: "Disciple knows that he is wrong. He really knows that he is wrong. I will never dare to do it again. Please give me another chance!"

She never knew that Moromon's whip would hurt so much. In the past, she only saw other unruly disciples being punished. When she tasted this, she realized the horror of it.

But even though Su Fuyun had already begged the other party in a low voice, the man seemed not to have used her, and the cold expression on his face did not change at all.

"It's good to know that you're wrong. After receiving these ten whips, you can go back and reflect behind closed doors." The middle-aged man ordered.

There were still seven whips to bear, but at this moment, Su Fuyun didn't care whether the pain was hurt. She quickly thanked her, fearing that one step would make the other party unhappy.

Moromon's whip was not something that was easy to receive. After these ten whips were beaten, Su Fuyun felt that his back was already unconscious.

She couldn't move at all, and in the end the group of maids helped her back.

After Su Fuyun left, a servant rushed in from outside the hall and quickly cleared the blood on the ground, not even a trace of blood.

While they were cleaning, Elder Rongji couldn't help but speak: "Why should the master of the sect leave behind that female cultivator? Such a person is neither capable nor scheming, so why can he be the saint of me, Moromon?"

Rong Ji really didn't understand the other party's thoughts. Su Fuyun suddenly appeared in the Moromon a few years ago and was personally named a saint by the sect leader.

After that, I don’t know what the sect leader liked her, so he specially found a maid for her and praised her so much that she was so full of her power.

Did she really think she didn't know how Chiyan died? He and the sect leader could see clearly about Chiyan.

If it weren't for the fire formation being broken by Sang Ying in Chiyan, they would have completely lost their value for use, and the sect leader would not have let Su Fuyun use his life to plot against Wan Daosheng.

I thought the other party's plan would have some adverse effects on Wan Daosheng, but unexpectedly it was their Moromon who lost his wife and his army.

Elder Rong Ji was able to rush over so by chance because the sect leader saw everything passing by through the eyes of others, so he specially arranged for him to press the formation!

Unexpectedly, Su Fuyun was so unable to support him, and she had messed up such a great opportunity.

Now that Chiyan is dead, Moromon lost his ranking, and Wandaosheng also pitted his earth spirit beads. They Moromon were simply defeated.

Rong Ji thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't suffered a loss at Wan Daosheng.

"She is useful." The sect leader replied softly, "her greatest role has not been played yet."

Even though Su Fuyun is so greedy and stupid, the body she has is the best prop to seize luck. Perhaps it is time to awaken his good daughter.

This body should also welcome a more suitable owner.

The words of the two sect leaders naturally did not reach Su Fuyun's ears. With the help of her maid, she returned to her yard with difficulty.

However, as soon as I entered the door, someone blocked Su Fuyun's way out without knowing the right amount.

"What's wrong with the saint? Why is it back with blood?" The pretty pleasant male voice, with obvious concern, squeezed away the maid on the side and snatched the one who helped Su Fuyun.

manual labor.

If it were normal times, the male cultivator's initiative would make Su Fuyun happy. But today she was punished and didn't want others to see him in a mess, so the male cultivator came up at this stall.

Su Fuyun frowned and immediately ordered the maid, "Pull him out! Without my instructions, he is not allowed to leave the backyard!"

The male cultivator, Chen Yu, seemed to not understand what he had done wrong, which made the other party lose his temper.

But it was too late to explain that he wanted to beg for mercy. He was reluctant to beg for Moromon because of Su Fuyun's love. Now that Su Fuyun is unwilling to give him a good face, the people in this yard will naturally not be right.

How respectful he is.

Therefore, Chen Yu, who was in charge of being attentive, was quickly taken back to the backyard and locked up.

Su Fuyun felt much better under the careful care of the maids.

When she recalled Chen Yu just now, she suddenly felt a little regretful. On that day, she also looked at the other party's appearance that was not inferior to Gu Huaiwei, and then she became a little thoughtful and brought the person back.

But now when I see it, it is still a defective product, and it is not as good as Gu Huaiwei's high mountain and bright moon.

"Oh." She sighed, wondering when she would be able to return to Lilan Realm and meet her master again?

With such expectations, Su Fuyun gradually fell asleep under the soothing of the ointment.

But on the snowy field in the north far away, there have been old people reunited.

Youlan's light shone everywhere, and the already formed formation instantly released a terrifying power.

The silver wolves who were instructed by the head wolf toward the sea Tingzhou took the initiative to enter the killing formation, and then died without exception.

Fang Chi took all this scene, and even the black shadow was spared.

Like Hai Tingzhou, she recognized the identity of the person at a glance. For a moment, an inexplicable emotion stuck in her throat, making her so sore that she wanted to cry.

The head wolf in the distance had already had a tail cut off, and in his jealousy, he tried his best to kill the female cultivator who injured it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the female cultivator was stunned, the head wolf found the opportunity and rushed towards the female cultivator's back without saying a word.

Seeing that the huge wolf teeth were about to bite off the female cultivator's neck, the other party's hand holding the long knife moved suddenly. The wolf subconsciously felt something was wrong, but everything was too late.

After a flash of sight, the head wolf was frozen in mid-air by the rapidly spreading cold ice, and a long sword was inserted into its throat!

When Fang Chi turned around and saw the thick ice layer on the body of the wolf, she was not only not surprised, but instead couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, several physical practitioners asked Hai Tingzhou in panic and said, "What's wrong with fellow Taoist? Are you crying with joy?"

Unfortunately, Hai Tingzhou did not answer his question, but instead followed Fang Chi, collapsed in the snow and laughed.

"Sang Ying, Liuguang Sword Sect Sang Ying! I'm here to find you!" Fang Chi suddenly shouted at the dark four fields in an unknown gaze.

Her behavior scared her physical cultivation very much, fearing that she would attract another group of big guys like these silver wolf.

Before Tai Xiu could remind her, a female voice responded to her in a timely manner:

"I'm wrong, it's not Sang Ying, Liuguang Sword Sect. Now, it's Sang Ying, Wandao Sheng!"

The female cultivator wrapped in a thick cloak approached step by step from the wind and snow. She was holding a sword in her hand, and it was stained with the blood of a silver wolf.

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