What if that girl got the magic weapon?

Haven't you been reduced to a prisoner?!

Hum!

……

The punishment hall where the suspects are interrogated is called 'Shofudo'.

When Jun Scarlet entered, he found that there were already more than a dozen bigwigs sitting in the hall.

There are the peak masters of the eight peaks of the Ziwei Sect, as well as the head protectors of other sects and the like.

Jun Scarlet has a slight face blindness, she scanned the crowd and found that she didn't know much, so she looked away.

The little immortal Jun who escorted her ordered her to kneel down and salute the big guys, Jun didn't kneel, she only said coldly: "I'm not a disciple of any sect now, I don't need to salute anyone!" ”

The little immortal monarch's face changed, and he said angrily: "Do you know who is in the hall? They are all the suzerains of various sects! If any person comes out, they will all bow down! You ......"

"Then do the sect masters have a law that forces ordinary people to bow down?"

"It's-"

Naturally, no, it's just the conventions of this continent.

The little fairy jun was stopped by her.

The other bigwigs also looked at each other, probably not expecting this girl to dare to be so rigid.

One of the big men sneered, and although he didn't say anything, the little immortal felt ridiculed.

His face turned red, and he kicked at the crook of Jun's crimson leg: "How can there be so much nonsense, you are a prisoner now, kneel!"

Jun's crimson spiritual power was sealed, and he was wearing torture equipment, so he naturally couldn't dodge, and finally fell to his knees with a pop.

The floor under her feet was a hard bluestone slab, and her knees hit it, and there was a click, and it was immediately blue!

The pain pierced her heart, and cold sweat broke down her forehead.

The little fairy Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and was still fierce: "Wouldn't it be good to do this earlier?" I have to suffer a hardship......"

Before he could finish speaking, he paused.

Because Jun Scarlet did not continue to kneel, but sat down.

Her legs trembled slightly, but she sat proudly. She raised her head slightly and said coldly: "A gentleman has gold under his knees, only kneel to his parents and masters, and never bow down to irrelevant people!" Unless the sect masters now formulate a law that ordinary people must kneel and worship the sect master of the Immortal Sect, and make it clear to the whole continent, otherwise you don't want me to kneel! ”

She has her own arrogance, and when she speaks with her head held up so slightly, she actually has a faint kind of powerful power of a superior, which makes people dare not insult her.

The sect masters looked at each other, and the last sect master came out to play a round: "Forget it, why bother with such a trivial matter?" It's still important to try the case, if she wants to sit, let her sit. ”

The other sect masters didn't want to worry about this kind of trivial matter, so they let Jun Scarlet sit still.

After a while, Mo Xiawan was finally brought to the front of the hall as a witness, and she was a polite person, kowtowing to the bigwigs in the hall one by one.

After knocking, she knelt in the middle of the lobby, bent over, bowing her head and waiting for a question.

The bigwigs present all looked at each other like torches, and naturally they could see through the cultivation on Mo Xiawan's body at a glance, and the children who were not outstanding had about three levels of spiritual power.

They looked at Jun Crimson sitting there again, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The same appearance, the same figure, but Jun's crimson color gives people a feeling of radiance and temperament.

And Mo Xiawan is a normal ordinary child, who looks a lot out of color.

Hall Master Zhao of the Punishment Hall first asked Mo Xiawan about the ins and outs of this matter.

Mo Xiawan still said the same thing: because she was beaten in Mojiabao, she couldn't escape in anger.

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