Sunrise.

The white belly of the fish in the sky was shrouded and encroached by the golden sunlight in an instant, and the mountains were already yellow, and the sunlight splashed like broken gold was like a golden mountain, shining with golden light.

Training room.

Sorrow sat in the center, endured the soreness of the muscles, vigorously purified the energy in front of him, and did not pay attention to the pleading beside him.

Qing Resentment wants to let the sorrow go to the Qingyu League to avoid the limelight, but how is this possible, the soul clan can't see people, and they won't give up easily.

Tick~

Sweat dripped on the floor, and the middle was slightly stepped around, two drops, three drops...... More and more, the sweat on the ground gathered, reflecting the fearless expression of sorrow.

Qing Resent, who was sitting on the ground on the side, did not cultivate, but quietly looked at the sorrow, seeing that his sweat had fallen so much, and he didn't dare to wipe it with a handkerchief.

Qing Yan pursed his lips, looked at the handsome facial features of the young man in front of him, and muttered in his heart, "No matter what you become, I am willing to follow you......"

On the path of cultivation, if you want to become stronger, you have to give up a lot of things.

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At 9:30 a.m.

There was less than half an hour left before the clan punishment, and he twisted his somewhat stiff neck with sorrow, and the sound of "click" echoed in the cultivation room.

Seeing this, Qing Resentment hurriedly went up to help up some tired sorrows, and his slender hands were still slightly shaking, probably because of nervousness.

Just when Zhi Chou was about to go to the wind torture platform in advance, a hurried voice came from outside the door, "Brother Chou, are you there?", it was Zhi Xiaoya who said this, and he had just looked for it from the back mountain before he thought of it.

He walked to the door, raised his weak right hand and opened it.

"What's wrong, Xiaoya?"

"Brother Chou, I remember who that old man is, isn't it the old man who sold us 'Ye Xiushi' in Dream City?" Xiao Ya said excitedly: "This time I came forward to help you again in Cool Winter City, you can go to him to help!"

After listening to Xiaoya's words, he smiled and said, "If I always ask others to help, I'm afraid I'll form a habit, and I don't know where the old man is, but even if I know, I won't let him help!"

After saying that, he went out and walked in the direction of the wind torture platform, complaining about Xiaoya and the two, so he had to follow helplessly.

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Orizu Hall.

Some high-ranking people sat casually on the tables and chairs in the hall, occasionally tilting their heads to discuss something, except for the patriarch, everyone who should have come came.

In addition to folding and tossing and looking ugly, other high-level officials still talked and laughed, and they didn't feel that today's incident was a shame at all, maybe they were used to it.

"Quiet and quiet, the patriarch is here. A high-level person who manages the diplomatic affairs of the Zhe clan said, not so much diplomacy, but there is no way to have a fair dialogue with those powerful forces and families, if it were not for the existence of the shadow turbidity wine, I am afraid that the Zhe clan would have been eaten up long ago.

As soon as he entered the door, the patriarch had not yet sat down, so he told everyone to wait and not talk nonsense.

When Zhenqing's eyes swept over the gloomy face, he paused and said: "Fold, you are not small, some things should be very clear, I know the severity"

When he heard this, his face was still very bad, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he did not respond to the patriarch's words.

Just as he walked to the chair to sit down, the hand holding the top of the seat suddenly clenched.

"Here they are......"

As soon as the words fell, Zhiqing disappeared in place, without even a trace of wind.

Everyone in the hall hurriedly got up, and blessed their bodies with the spirit of the wind, and the speed was also extremely fast, and they appeared at the gate of the fold clan in two breaths.

If half of the people in the upper echelons of the Zhe clan can reach the realm of the patriarch Zhiqing, then it is impossible for the Zhe clan to swallow their anger so much and be slaughtered by others.

The strength of the folded clear is on the first floor of the Folding Heaven Realm, and the spiritual grade is in the orange third regiment, and the leaders of other top forces, the strength is not much different, if it can break through to the invisible realm, then the Folded Clan can rely on the patriarch alone to advance to the top five of the seven major forces, but the old man is already old, and there is basically no hope of breaking through.

However, breaking through to the highest level of the mental realm is just beginning, and this realm is already competing with the strength of the Wei Ling, and only when the Wei Ling breaks through to the highest level can it be possible to step into the Word Determination Realm.

The word decision realm, the ten groups of spirits in the dantian are all fused, turned into one word, and the wind is turned into the wind word, to achieve this realm, it has been completely integrated with the laws of nature, and all the wind elements can be used without restrictions, according to the laws of nature, it is immortal and immortal, except for other more powerful existences that ignore the law, so that you are gone.

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However, when the other high-ranking members of the Folding Clan arrived, they did not find anyone from the Soul Clan coming, and they immediately looked at each other.

At this moment, the folded clothes suddenly fluttered slightly, and the heels slowly left the ground and floated in the air.

Fold Qing's eyes were slightly condensed.

"I don't know why the soul master hasn't shown up yet?" "Is it because I don't think I'm sincere enough?"

As soon as the second sentence fell, the space in front of him distorted, and the figures of the three people gradually appeared in the air.

"Haha, how could it be! The middle-aged man standing in the middle clenched his fists and said.

In the face of the three terrifying existences of the soul clan, Zheqing was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Soul separation, the incident in Cool Winter City is indeed the fault of our Soul Clan, and I hope that the soul master will not have trouble with a child." ”

Zhenqing put away his smile and frowned slightly.

"How can it be, come here today, just to see your old man, and by the way, let your juniors have a long memory. Soul Li looked at the people of the Folded Clan below, his eyes full of contempt.

Zheqing is no longer polite with him, and he talks straight to the point about today's treatment of sorrow, and the soul of the soul clan has no opinion.

Zhiqing disappeared into the air, and then the three of them blurred their figures.

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Wind Torture Table.

Below was a windstorm that grew wide from bottom to top, with a circular platform at the top being dragged by the wind below, like a tornado rolling up a disc at the top.

The three of them sat not far from the wind torture platform, their faces blown by gusts of wind, and their hair was as messy as fallen leaves on the ground.

"Here they are. Sorrow suddenly stood up, looked at the wind torture platform, and didn't say anything more, and walked towards the wind torture platform.

The two of them wanted to hold the sorrow, but even if they did, they couldn't change the pain of the sorrow.

But how can I care about the pain of flesh and skin!

When the soul of the soul clan saw the sorrow of walking on the wind torture platform, he couldn't help but secretly say: "It's so calm, this Soul Clan still has such a young generation......"

When he walked to the wind torture platform, there was a hint of ruddy in his eyes, watching his son being punished, but he couldn't do anything, which was more painful than a knife cutting his body!

"Can the old man ask the identity of the old man?" the soul looked at Zhiqing with his eyes away.

Zheqing shook his head, looking at the sorrowful or fearless expression, his heart was a little sad, he shook his head, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Torture!"

As soon as Zhiqing's voice fell, the wind torture table began to shake suddenly, and the sound of "click~click" suddenly rose, and the manic wind below suddenly stretched out a long whip like wind tentacles.

"Smack!"

One of the long whips suddenly went up and landed on Chou Chou's body, and the sudden wind whip fell on his body, and Chou Clenched his teeth and bit his lip, this pain was still bearable.

The long wind whips make a "whirring ~" sound, although the hardness of the wind whip is not high, but when it is whipped on the body, it will still leave traces of blood red.

A whip.

Two lashes.

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Seventeen lashes.

Every whip fell firmly on the sorrowful body.

His eyes were blood-red staring ahead, the clothes on his body had been torn, revealing red marks oozing blood inside, but he never said a word in his mouth.

He closed his eyes, unable to bear to continue looking.

The soul on the side did not seem to be satisfied with such a punishment, and said: "Who is the old man who helped you? If you say it, I will let you break the clan today, how about it?"

The soul looked at the sorrow that was already covered in blood, but found that his eyes were still so fearless, and he couldn't help but feel a dark fire in his heart.

"I ...... No...... Recognize...... Know!" Sorrow shook his bloody palm, and the pain was almost no longer felt in his body.

"Smack!" another whip landed on the back of the sorrow, and its body staggered forward a few steps, sweat falling on the bloody red marks, dyed red, and landed on the platform.

"Hiss~"

Frowning his brows, he shouted in his heart, "I will let you know, I will repay you for today's pain!"

The soul came today, and he didn't get any useful information, and the dark fire in his heart suddenly broke out.

"Just this punishment, you want to fool me?" Soul Li's right hand suddenly condensed an extremely chilling soul position spirit, "Let me show you what the punishment of my soul clan is!"

Soul Li threw the vague soul position spirit in his right hand towards Folding, looking very slow, and when Folding Qing used the Wind Position Spirit to stop it, it was a step slower.

In the end, the soul of the group still fell on the sorrow.

"Shhh...... Ahhhhh

"Soul Departure, you!" Zhi Qing shouted.

The soul left his hands on his chest and ignored it.

Zheqing looked at the sorrow of the kneeling struggle, his eyes were furious, and a powerful wind spirit burst out, and even the wind torture platform was blown to shake.

Seeing this, the soul left and smiled, and at the same time as the two behind him, a dizzying soul position spirit erupted, and he was about to make a move.

"I suddenly want to bully your soul clan too, what should I do?"

A man's voice broke up the impending fight.

Just above the Wind Torture Table, the space on the side suddenly fell one by one, revealing the extremely dark matter inside, and a figure walked out of it.

This person has delicate facial features, slender eyebrows, eyes that seem to be flashing with light, long white hair and shawl, and blue clothes, which is simply a standard beautiful man.

Sorrow endured the pain as if his head was about to explode, and looked over with wide, slightly squinted eyes, and couldn't help but tremble his body slightly.

"Step Yeyun?"

"This man can actually travel through space!"