Law Enforcement Hall.

The most terrifying place in the eyes of the disciples of the slave courtyard is commonly known as the Waste Hall.

The hall of the wasted people, that is, once you enter it, in addition to the initial interrogation, once you are convicted, then it will be the result of life is worse than death, if you come out alive, I am afraid that you will be a waste person or a madman in the future.

If Yan Cong's death is just a wave in the slave courtyard, then Yang Zixiong's death can be described as a huge wave sweeping through the slave courtyard.

Not long after Yang Zixiong was killed, he was known by the Law Enforcement Hall, so they soon sent disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall to detain the murderer.

On the way to the Law Enforcement Hall, it can be said that there are no less than thousands of Nuyuan disciples gathered on both sides of the road, and the crowd sighs from time to time.

"He's the one who killed Yang Zixiong?"

"Of course, you didn't see the formation just now, this kid didn't die when he was attacked by the spirit array, what a freak. ”

"Being able to kill Yang Zixiong, obviously his talent is very high, but it's a pity that he won't survive tonight. ”

"Hmph, this kid doesn't know the height of the sky, it's just enough to kill Yan Cong's dog, even Yang Zixiong dares to kill, I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

"Phew, neither of them had a good thing, they died well. ”

"Yes, since Yang Zixiong entered the slave courtyard, which of us hasn't been angry with him? And that strict obedience, I'm afraid no one here will dare to offend him, right?"

For a while, although the crowd on both sides of the road was talking, but the voice was very small, although Yang Zixiong died, but they still didn't dare to say anything, after all, the first place in the life and death list of the slave house was Yang Zixiong's eldest brother, Yang Zihao, if he heard it, I am afraid it would not be far from death.

However, seeing that the person who killed Yang Zixiong looked like he was dragging two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand, walking calmly, those slave disciples shook their heads helplessly, their hearts are still so crazy at this time, I'm afraid the other party is the first and last person, right?

Law Enforcement Hall.

Soon, Zhuang Bi entered the main hall under the supervision of ten law enforcement disciples with warrior realm cultivation.

Immediately, as the supervisor of the Law Enforcement Hall, Lu Shenming immediately sat on the presiding judge's main seat, his eyes were as cold as icebergs, and with a bit of viciousness, and then he shouted coldly: "Disciple of the Nu Academy, Zhuang Bi, are you guilty?"

Zhuang Bi raised his eyebrows and said, "What crime?"

"Do you dare to deny it?"

Lu Shenming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "You still dare to deny injuring four disciples, and even killing Yan Cong and Yang Zixiong?"

Zhuang Bi sneered: "You are really a toad with little hands on your back, stunned as a local leader, dare to ask Supervisor Lu, have you ever heard of the jungle eating the strong? Do you know natural selection? Do you know the survival of the fittest?"

"Yan Cong's death, he deserves it, he has bullied my sister Lin Xuanling many times, dare to ask where was the Law Enforcement Hall at that time?"

"As for Yang Zixiong, he lit the light in the toilet and had nothing to do to find (death), for a dog's leg, he lost his life, I feel sorry for him. ”

After speaking, Zhuang Bi showed a sad and lamentable expression.

Lu Shenming was speechless by Zhuang Bi's words, and his face was a little gloomy for a while, but he didn't expect this kid to be not very talented, but he looked like a pair of sharp teeth.

And he naturally ignored the fact that only Zhuang Bi, who was a cultivator in the Wunu Realm, could kill the two of them.

"Arrogance!"

Suddenly, a scolding came from outside.

Zhuang Bi looked back, only to see a middle-aged and elderly man in his early fifties striding into the main hall, and behind him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, as soon as the other party entered the main hall, a cold murderous aura attacked Zhuang Bi.

"...... Deacon Tsuru"

When Lu Shenming saw someone coming, he immediately got up to greet him, looking very respectful.

And the deacon crane ignored Lu Shenming, and sat on the presiding judge's seat, his eyes swept at Zhuang Bi under the hall like stagnant water, and said indifferently: "You are Zhuang Bi?"

"Exactly. ”

Zhuang Bi frowned slightly.

He knew the identity of the other party, He Yunshui, the deputy deacon of the slave house, could be said to be the nameless chief deacon of the slave house.

"Zihao, what do you want to do with him?"

He Yunshui's gaze fell on the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Zihao?

Zhuang Bi was slightly surprised in his heart, looked at the other party, and said in his heart This is Yang Zihao?

Through the identification technique, Zhuang Bi immediately saw all the information of the other party.

Warrior: Yang Zihao.

Constitution: prominent.

Cultivation: Late stage of the Samurai Realm.

Exercises: Yellow level top grade, stacking waves.

Martial arts: Xuan-level inferior grade, dripping swordsmanship.

I saw that Yang Zihao bowed slightly to Heyunshui, glanced at Zhuang Bi, and said coldly: "Leave it to the master alone." ”

He Yunshui nodded slightly, looked at Zhuang Bi again, his eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and then said: "Come on, push Zhuang Bi out to abolish cultivation, break the tendons, expel him from the slave courtyard, and let him fend for himself." ”

"Hahahaha......"

Hearing this, Zhuang Bi suddenly burst out laughing.

He Yunshui's eyes condensed slightly, and he said coldly: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhuang Bi smiled coldly and said: "I laughed at you sitting on the bench with your bare buttocks, what you said is really clear-eyed, and you don't even ask the reason, you are going to abolish me, is it possible that the slave house is a place where the strong and the weak eat?"

"Presumptuous. ”

Lu Shenming on the side snorted coldly, ready to take action to abolish the arrogant man in front of him.

He Yunshui waved his hand, stopped Lu Shenming, and said lightly: "Killing people pays for life, it has been like this throughout the ages, what else do you need to quibble?"

"Jokes. ”

Zhuang Bi showed a mocking look, glanced at Yang Zihao, and asked, "Shouldn't he also pay for his life?" As far as I know, there are probably no less than 100 slave disciples who died at his hands, right?"

Yang Zihao's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this.

"Hehehe......"

He Yunshui smiled in a low voice: "What qualifications do you have to compare with him, a cheap slave, by strength or talent? I'm afraid it's not as good as everything, right?"

"Lie and say he's a good luck, Lao Tzu is not as good as this waste?" Zhuang Bi scolded with a smile.

"You're looking for death. ”

Yang Zihao's murderous aura suddenly appeared, if this was not a law enforcement hall, he would definitely kill the other party with one move.

"How, dare you compete?" Zhuang Bi grinned and looked at Yang Zihao.

He Yunshui didn't speak, just glanced at Yang Zihao lightly.

And Yang Zihao had the intention of killing the other party, so he immediately sneered: "Just because you are a waste, you are also worthy of fighting me?"

"Don't dare?"

Zhuang Bi grinned and said, "Have you ever heard of Guan Gong walking to Maicheng?"

"What do you mean. Yang Zihao squinted.

"Pride will fail!"

Zhuang Bi chuckled lightly and continued: "I am indeed inferior to you right now, but in a month of life and death, Lao Tzu will inevitably make you kneel in front of you and sing conquest." ”

"Okay, worthy of being the slave of the lord of this county, he has backbone. ”

Suddenly, a clear female voice came in.

The next moment, everyone in the main hall looked out of the door, only to see a sixteen, fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with long hair, a pleated yellow group, and a white skirt around her waist walking in, and at the same time, she was followed by two middle-aged warriors.

Damn, who's this girl?

Zhuang Bi stared, with a hundred big question marks in his heart, when did he become a slave of this chick?