Tieyang Sect, the place of punishment.

"Father!"

"Father save me!"

Cen Laoyu shouted again and again, and the panic spread deep in his heart, like a raging tsunami, shattering all his composure and trembling, and overturning all his resistance and unwillingness.

Rushing!

The right palm of the red-robed old man, circulating the solid internal force that belongs to the realm of the Martial Sect, is covered with the cold frost of the true concept, containing a terrifying low temperature, and it shocks Cen Shaoyu's body up and down, and begins to abolish the power of martial arts.

Notice.

In the realm of high-ranking martial artists, blood is like lead and mercury, and the internal force of condensation fog is all over the body, and the process of abolishing force is extremely cumbersome, and only Wuzong is qualified to abolish it.

And this process of abolition is not short.

Here and now.

The surrounding elders and disciples all stared coldly at Cen Shaoyu's tears, and no one sympathized with him, only angry condemnation.

The whole sect has suffered such a great humiliation!

If it weren't for Cen Shaoyu being the third son of the sect master, I am afraid that the elders would vow to jointly write a letter, please kill him.

"Father!"

"Father save me!"

Cen Shaoyu's panicked voice was mixed with a hint of pain, and he still didn't know what he was doing wrong, couldn't he have a little love?

Pity.

His doubts were not answered, and there was no response.

"Humph!"

"Stubbornness, sin is one more degree!" The red-robed old man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he simply stopped abolishing it in a gentle way, and directly exerted a concussion that destroyed the withering and decaying.

As the master of the punishment hall, the red-robed old man was jealous and hateful.

Rao is a disciple of the sect who is away from home, and he oppresses ordinary people without authorization, and he also has to discipline him, not to mention such sinful acts - this is to tarnish the name of the sect, and this is the glory of destroying the inheritance of the Tieyang Sect for hundreds of years.

"You should know. ”

"If you are not the son of the sect master, I will slap you to death. ”

The old man in the red robe was expressionless, and his eyes even had a hint of murderous intent, he had spent his whole life in the sect, and he had paid an unknown amount.

Now that the sect is disgraced, it has long been angry.

Rushing!

The internal force is constantly circulating, like frost and freezing.

A thin layer of ice crystals appeared on Cen Shaoyu's body, and he no longer shouted, he could only kneel stiffly on the punishment table, watching and feel the little bit of his body's force disappearing, and his spirit seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the secluded valley.

......

"It's really exciting. ”

"I'm still worried that if the sect master comes forward to stop it, it will be difficult to continue to deal with it. Fortunately, the sect master understands righteousness and knows right and wrong. One of the elders nodded his head and got up to leave.

......

Alas.

The young man, whose body was as straight as a green pine, sighed.

He is one of the disciples of the Tieyang Sect and a high-ranking martial artist.

"Abolishing his martial arts can't make up for the shame of the sect. In the future, when I walk outside, I am afraid that there will be countless contempts. The young man shook his head and left the torture table in unspeakable indignation.

......

The elders and disciples around the punishment platform left in turn.

The reason why they gathered here was because they were worried that the sect master would come forward to stop them, after all, Cen Shaoyu was the third son of the sect master Cen .

Smack.

The red-robed old man released his left palm and left indifferently.

Since you have sympathy and compassion for the demons and monsters, then expel yourself from the sect and be an ordinary person, if you have the opportunity to see demons and monsters in the future, it will naturally be the best punishment.

......

In a small pavilion about 300 meters away from the punishment table.

There is a middle-aged and elderly man with an iron complexion sitting here, with slightly white sideburns, not angry but mighty, it is the Cen Sect Master of the Tieyang Sect. On the side pillar of the pavilion, she leaned on a middle-aged beautiful woman, and her tears wet her graceful clothes.

Call.

Sect Master Cen exhaled white breath, as if he had substance.

He is an extraordinary Martial Sect Realm, even the red-robed old man is by no means his enemy, but he can only sit here at this moment, and he can't come forward to dissuade him.

Silent.

Deathly silence.

Sect Master Cen pursed his lips and looked at the brown-clothed old man outside the pavilion: "Is this a matter of satisfaction?"

Suppressed anger can be heard in the voice.

Outside the pavilion.

The old man in brown smiled lightly, and the wind was light: "It doesn't matter if I'm satisfied or not." Importantly...... Is Lord Dawn satisfied? ”

Sect Master Cen snorted coldly, "Okay, very good. If Lord Dawn is dissatisfied, I will personally settle Cen Spoon!"

"Ahh

The middle-aged woman leaning on the pillar on the side of the pavilion turned pale with horror, Cen Shaoyu was the son of her and Sect Master Cen.

Whining.

She sobbed and sobbed, afraid to speak.

Because Sect Master Cen and she all know who the old man in brown represents.

The brown-clothed old man dusted off his shirt, couldn't see his face clearly, and just turned around and left: "I advise Sect Master Cen that Han Dong is the only disciple of Ning Moli. ”

"You can target Han Dong. ”

"But if you dare to try to kill him, and don't mention my lord Yu Liming, just the many strong people who owed Ning Moli back then, you can slaughter your three clans and destroy your sect!"

The voice fell.

The figure of the old man in brown was like a flying swallow soaring low in the sky, leaving the Tieyang Sect in the blink of an eye, along the mountains, and returning to Jiangnan City.

Inside the pavilion, there was silence.

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and raised her head a little: "It's all Han Dong's fault, it's all because of Han Dong!"

Sect Master Cen was silent.

The middle-aged woman took a breath and couldn't help crying: "The martial arts of the spoon are all wasted, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in the sect in the future, let's just forget it?"

Sect Master Cen continued to be silent.

After a long time.

He got up and left the pavilion, looked at the sun setting on the horizon, and sighed, "If it weren't for my son, I would have killed him with my own hands." ”

"As for Han Dong. ”

"Don't worry, I'll make him pay. Although I am the master of the Tieyang Sect, I can ...... I am also a father. ”

——

Night falls, and time flows like water.

Han Dong had already returned to the Jiangnan Academy and practiced martial arts calmly.

The disturbances of the outside world, the uproar of his reputation, all these are clouds of smoke, which cannot affect his determined heart.

Only force is the foundation of everything.

Whew.

The breeze of the autumn night, cool, blows the quiet school, blows the students who have just finished the evening self-study, and blows to Han Dong, who is standing in the secluded woods.

Those black and white eyes reveal tranquility.

Indifferent, like the face of the mirror lake, rendered indifferent.

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong groaned softly, admiring the clear moonlight hanging above the sky, looking up at the stars dotted with the dark night sky, and feeling a sense of tranquility in his heart.

Step by step to see the style.

Climb layer by layer to understand the world.

This is the life that truly belongs to you, regardless of the past, just for this life.

Then let's practice martial arts.

Protect your own rare beauty, defend your firm beliefs, vigorously step out of a world-class road, and live a free life without regrets.

"Draw a stake!"

Inexplicably moved in his mind, Han Dong involuntarily drew the mountain stump.

Even if I just let go of the painting stump, I am mentally sleepy and physically exhausted. But it can't cover the majestic mountains between the palms that are like substance.

Whew.

The autumn wind blows and can't blow the air between your palms.

Rushing.

The moonlight sprinkled on the earth like silk, reflecting the illusory mountains between the palms, which were huge mountains with mysterious charm, thick and unfathomable, and majestic and indescribable.

Draw the mountain pile.

Drawing a mountain is the first mountain realm.

Han Dong's eyes were clear, filled with leisurely emotion, he stood quietly and painted the mountain pile, his palms subconsciously rotated and moved, as if pulling the majestic strength of the majestic shore, and drew a phantom of the mountain that turned from faintly flickering to illusory and verifiable.

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