Zigui has never been in a place like the Ring Pavilion since he was born, but there are many disciples on Gu Yangjun, and there are so many who can go to the Ring Pavilion to receive punishments, and Zigui knows how heavy the punishment of the Ring Pavilion is.

Twenty whips, don't say twenty whips, ordinary disciples can withstand five whips at most. The immortal law protection body is useless against the whip, it is a natural different bone, and it is not uncommon among the disciples of Gu Yangjun, but there are few people who can withstand so many whips.

Only those who make great mistakes will be sent to the precept cabinet to receive punishment. It is needless to say what Zigui's identity is, but it is also this identity, and he does not need to be escorted, so he consciously goes to receive the punishment.

Only in the Xiyue Palace I heard that the prince entered the ring pavilion and received a penalty of twenty lashes, and he almost fainted without standing still.

What kind of character did the son rescue, he wanted to punish him so heavily, even if he had cultivated for thousands of years with immortal bones, he might not be able to come back intact.

This night, whether it is for Zigui, or Zhaoran, or even just, is extremely difficult.

Although Zhao Ran ate the Turning Pill, he had to suffer a lot to let the different methods run through his whole body and speed up his healing. But for some reason, the white-clothed figure appeared in his mind, and it was clear that there would be a trace of peace of mind.

This night, it was difficult to wait until dawn. Zhaoran's serious injury finally improved most of the time, he sat up with difficulty, and the different methods ran around his body, consolidating the effect of the Turning Pill, and then got out of bed and stumbled towards the door.

Although I don't know what kind of place this is, but Zhaoran wants to rush back to the Northern Desert, I don't know if Xiao Yuzi can fight against the demon army, and the battle is obviously rescued, but the whole game, I don't know if it was successful.

Zhao Ran was anxious, the abnormal method that was still working normally just now was a little disordered, the blood qi in his chest was churning upward, and a trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Ran could only sit down cross-legged first, and use a different method to consolidate the pulse points again.

It seems that the matter of returning to the Northern Desert will be put on hold for a while.

I was already sleepy and leaned on the edge of the door and fell asleep, I must have waited all night, Zhaoran took a quilt, slowly moved it, and covered it.

In the ring pavilion, Zigui received eighteen whips, and there were still two whips left, his consciousness was already a little blurred, and his white clothes were also whipped into rags, and blood stains crawled on his chest, arms, and back, none of which were clean and complete.

The hands of the disciples holding the whip were a little shaky, in addition to being unbearable, but also because the strength of each whip had to be mastered, if it was light, it would be beaten hard, and if it was heavy, his life would probably be taken by Gu Yangjun.

Zigui gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. The disciple's hand froze in the air, and he didn't know whether to hit it or not.

Zhao Ran groped his way in the Xiyue Palace, thinking about how to escape after his injury, but at this time, he passed by a side door, and Zhao Ran, who had never found the side door of the small gate of the Xiyue Palace Gate, dodged and entered the side door.

Inside the door is a courtyard, there is only one room in the courtyard, there is no ventilation around it, there is not even a window, and there is a door on the side of the house.

There are not many people in this Xiyue Palace, but there is a whip sound in this room, and with every whip, you can clearly feel the strength, and your heart trembles.

Such a heavy sentence. Zhao Ran sank his heart and didn't dare to use the ghost step, so he had to jump to the roof lightly, fortunately, although there were no windows around, there were a few openings on the roof to transmit light, and Zhao Ran was dressed in tattered black clothes and looked in from the mouth on the roof.

"What...... People ......"

The disciple had just made up his mind to swing the whip, but when he heard the sound of Gongzi's breath being extremely light, he hurriedly stopped.

Zhaoran frowned and leaned down with bated breath. This can also be discovered, this person has been beaten like this.

If you escape, you can't get out, and it will be even more difficult to escape the reputation of a thief.

No one spoke inside, and the disciple went out of the door, not seeing anything unusual, so he closed the door again.

"Childe, why don't you have these two whips...... I'm afraid you're already hallucinating, and I'm afraid you won't be able to hold these two whips......"

"None...... If you put water...... Father will blame ......"

Zhaoran listened to this conversation, and finally raised his eyes to see the person who spoke, and saw the person under the bloody clothes, his hair was already messy, and it was indeed the figure engraved in his mind yesterday.

The disciple's whip had already been raised, and there was a sudden sound on the roof, and the disciple put down the whip and was about to go out, but as soon as he opened the door, a cold sharp blade was placed on his neck.

Zhaoran's voice was as cold as the knife.

"Take me in."

"Do you know who he is?! How dare you ...... him?"

"Take me in, can't you hear?"

The knife was an inch closer to the disciple's neck.

Lord's savior, you dare to move. Zhao Ran almost kicked the door open, and with one hand, the disciple threw it in front of Zigui.

There was no light in the room, and it was clear that Zigui was unable to see the people who came.

"Who are you?"

Obviously, this boy raised his voice with a breath of immortal air.

"You saved me yesterday, and now, I'll deal with this bastard who likes to whip people, I'll save you once, we don't owe each other, understand?"

"No, this is the punishment I deserve...... If you're healed, let's go...... It's none of your business here......"

That disciple also trembled and touched the ground for a long time to get back the previous whip, no matter how it is said, it is also an immortal weapon, and it should be enough to protect his son-in-law...... bar.

"Why did you punish you?"

Zhao Ran clasped his hands to his chest and leaned against the door.

The disciple saw Zhao Ran's side face clearly, especially the mask, and the anger came up in vain, completely ignoring the previous fear of Zhao Ran, and he wanted to whip this person to death with the whip in his hand.

"Why? Isn't it because I saved you, where did our son enter the Ring Pavilion since he was a child, if it weren't for you, a mortal, who would have been fined twenty lashes by Gu Yangjun?! Do you know how twenty lashes are endured? I tell you that you are a mortal, if you come to suffer this bone-eating whip, you can't even stand it twice, where did you get the face to ask why Gongzi was punished, it was because of you! ”

The disciple almost shouted out these words, which shows how much the people in this Xiyue Palace hate Zhao Ran, and Zhao Ran was also taken aback by this scolding.

It's really ridiculous to say, I haven't seen anything in the world on the battlefield, and I was scolded by a little disciple, and everyone is a little stupid.

"Shut up, don't say anything more," Zigui held back the pain all over his body. "Let him go, and two more lashes...... Hurry up and finish it...... I want to restore my father's life......"

Zhaoran was scolded by this disciple, but he didn't mean to leave at all, but sat in place.

The disciple looked at this posture, and it was obvious that he was preventing any accident after the two whips of the son, and the immortal consciousness dispersed, so he simply protected the Dharma in situ, at least to protect the heart and immortal consciousness.

Count you as having a conscience.

The whip disciple's hand rose and fell, and a fresh blood stain appeared on Zigui's body, and the blood stains and scars that had been dried up before were cracked again.

The last whip.

Zigui snorted, and the chains on both sides were naturally loosened, and the disciple stepped forward and was about to support Gongzi, but the other figure flashed ahead of him.

Zhao Ran looked at the person in his arms, and used the spiritual power of the strange method to suppress the bleeding wound, and finally stopped the bleeding and stabilized his immortal sense, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, I can't help carry your son-in-law back."

The disciple froze in place, and then stepped forward and helped Zi back to the main hall of Xiyue Palace with Zhaoran.

Although the movement was not big, it woke up a child, only rubbed his eyes and saw the blood stains on his son's body, as if he had become a bloody man, and suddenly woke up, his eyes were red, and the tears could not stop flowing, and he was helpless like a child.

"Bring hot water and ointment, and the Turning Pill that was given to me yesterday."

Only then did he react, and he hurriedly took the ointment with hot water, but he didn't turn the pill.

Zhaoran turned around, wiped the blood first, and was applying ointment to the wound, but there was no turning pill.

"It's not for you to take back the Zhuan Dan......

"Where are there so many Turning Dans! Just the one from yesterday, it was given to Gongzi by Gu Yangjun, just one! ”

I was in a hurry again, and tears fell.

Hearing this, the movement of applying ointment on his hand stiffened for a long time.

He felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

After the ointment was applied, the bleeding had completely stopped, but the damage to the immortal consciousness could not be healed in a day.

"What can I do about this...... In two days, it will be the grand ceremony of the promotion of the son......"

At this time, I still want to think about the ceremony. Clearly support the forehead.

His immortal aura is still scattered, and there are no rules. Zhao Ran could only use up the ghosts of the alien spell to channel the immortal qi back into his body, and operate it for a short time, so that he could help him rein in the immortal consciousness.

This pair of Zhao Ran, who had just been seriously injured, was too reluctant to suppress the blood surging in his chest, and Zhao Ran had to stop, and a large mouthful of black blood poured out of his lips.

It was too late, so Zhao Ran immediately wiped the blood from his lips and mobilized the ghost again.

I just watched in horror as the corners of Zhaoran's mouth kept overflowing black blood, but he was still mobilizing his spiritual power, and his lips were biting white, but he couldn't do anything.

In less than half an hour, fortunately, Zigui's immortal power was profound, and under the guidance of Zhaoran, he barely protected the immortal consciousness without much damage.

Zhao Ran couldn't stand anymore, with a serious injury and exhausted body at this time, if it wasn't for the disciple supporting him, Zhao Ran would have collapsed on the ground.

Zigui is no longer in danger, and Zhaoran is also arranged to rest and recuperate in the original house. You can't call the operation of different methods, and you can only rely on sleep to reduce your own loss.

I slept for two whole days.