When Huang Nanming heard these words, when his head was big for a while, his hatred for Ning Wuxian deepened even more.

He raised the eyebrow stick in his hand, and couldn't help but say that it was a stick that hit Ning Wuxian's ass.

Bang!

The dull sound was like a hammer slamming down on people's hearts.

Just once.

The fabric on Ning Wuxian's ass was beaten so that it stuck and didn't bounce up.

Ning Wuxian, who was beaten, was mentally prepared, and gritted his teeth in advance to avoid screaming.

When he screamed in embarrassment, it seemed that what he said before was not strong.

He had to show awe-inspiring in front of Han Tingshi...... Bang!

Another heavy blow, Ning Wuxian finally couldn't hold back a muffled snort, slanted at Huang Nanming, who was cheering, and scolded in his heart: Is this old boy ready to kill me?

At this time, blood had oozed from the clothes above Ning Wuxian's buttocks.

You can see how much effort these two rods used.

Originally, Ning Wuxiao planned to carry the fifty rods hard, but at this time, in order to save his life, he could only adjust his luck and resist secretly.

There's no way, who told him to be afraid of death even though he resists beating, and if others can't help him cheat, then create a miracle by himself.

Just as Huang Nanming was about to hit the third stick, Han Thorn stepped forward and grabbed the Qi Mei stick.

"Huang County Order, Ning Shixian is a student appointed by His Majesty to go to the capital to participate in the competition, you beat him to a serious injury, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"Lord Assassin Shi, Fang Cai Ning is unharmed, when he instructed others to beat the officials, he had already thought of this consequence, I beat him to a serious injury, and there was a reason for it, I believe Your Majesty will only praise me for impartially enforcing the law."

In terms of nonsense, Huang Nanming is much stronger than Han Thorn Shi.

After speaking, Han Tingshi stopped it again, which was equivalent to disobeying the law, and the pros and cons naturally needed to be considered and hesitated.

If you hesitate, you will lose.

And Huang Nanming already knew that he would not be able to escape today, he was trying to make the prince of Jin happy, so he carried out the execution with the idea of seriously injuring Ning Wuxian.

Taking advantage of Han Tingshi's distraction, Huang Nanming pulled out the Qi Mei stick vigorously and fell towards Ning Wuxian's ass again.

Bang!

There was another sound, and blood spread out.

Beads of sweat were already oozing from Ning Wuxian's forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't make another sound.

Of course it hurts.

Fortunately, after using the Cloud Breath Gong, he could control the airflow in his body and slowly pour in the direction of his buttocks...... Bang!

Another thud fell.

Accompanied by a sharp pain, Ning Wuxian was refreshed.

Boy!

He actually felt the air flow around his buttocks, and as he ran inside, he continued to enter his body according to his own mind, a sense of déjà vu that was one with heaven and earth, which made him physically and mentally happy, and then even the pain was reduced a little.

And that's not all.

He felt a hot pain in his buttocks, and then he felt a little itchy, as if he was recovering.

If nothing else, this rod just now, forcing the body to be full of self-preservation consciousness, actually made him reach the peak of the second layer of Cloud Breath Gong.

That is, the ability to freely control the strength of the external breath into oneself, and the entry into merging with heaven and earth.

Heaven and man are one...... It's an amazing feeling.

But Ning Wuxian still didn't have time to feel more, mobilized the aura around him, and all poured into his hips to meet the next cane.

Bang.

The staff's voice became a little muffled.

The pain has also been reduced a lot.

It's not that the increase in recovery strength offsets the pain, but that Huang Nanming didn't exert himself.

Ning Wuxian, who was standing next to him, was already ready, and when he dropped a cane, he would protect him and share the fifty canes with his fifth brother.

Seeing Huang Nanming holding the Qi Mei stick with a stunned face, and then seeing that there was no blood stain on the fifth brother's clothes, the Qinglong knife that had just been inserted into the soil was pulled out by him again.

What's going on?

Tired of beating the surname Huang?

Huang Nanming was also a monk at this time, and he was confused.

In order to emulate the history of Han Thorn, he practiced the whip method on weekdays.

Even if it is not as strong as Han Tingshi's strength, it is impossible to lose his strength after only four or five canes.

Thinking carefully about the stick just now, as if an evil wind was blowing, he pushed the eyebrow stick in his hand.

Huang Nanming hurriedly beckoned left and right: "Surround the stool!" ”

"Is Huang County Ling trying to execute in secret?"

"Quickly let those two officials get out of the way, if you dare to assassinate Ning Shixian, you are the sinners of Daxing through the ages!"

"Not only will you be questioned, but your family members will also be affected by you!"

What is a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, this is it.

Previously, Huang Nanming used his personal and family future to intimidate and threaten them, and at this time, they used this trick to intimidate and threaten the two Huang Nanming's servants.

You look at me, I look at you, and you are in a dilemma.

They still remember that the prefectural commander almost whipped his guards to death, tied them up and threw them aside.

Although they also participated in the seizure of the goods of the passing caravans by the county government, they only needed to pay a fine, admit their mistakes, and dig the river for a few more years as coolies.

Those who are greedy may have their lives in danger.

For example, the prefectural magistrate, the shoma officer, and the chief bookkeeper in charge of the accounts.

Thinking of his Dai silver of one and a half taels a month, and the silver that he was greedy for, he didn't dare to spend it under the bedside, and the two servants glanced at each other again, and took two steps back to the side without a trace, so that everyone could see it more clearly.

They would definitely not assassinate Ning Shixian.

Therefore, if Ning Shixian was seriously injured or disabled by the county magistrate, it had nothing to do with them!

Bang.

Huang Nanming fell a stick when the two officials retreated.

It's still not light or itchy, as if someone has pushed it hard.

This feeling of hitting something dirty made Huang Nanming feel terrified, and his scalp was numb.

Especially when he looked around and didn't see any signs of the wind blowing through the clothes and hair on other people's bodies, the panic in his heart continued to spread.

What the hell is going on?

Don't say that Huang Nanming can't figure it out.

Even Ning Wuxian was a little dazed by the painless two sticks in succession.

Huang Nanming's original intention must have been to seriously injure him, starting from the pros and cons, there is only one purpose for doing this, not hesitating to go against the old emperor's will, just to make his real master happy, and take this opportunity to save his life.

In this way, Huang Nanming should be like the first three sticks, eager to break the sticks.

How can it be lifted high and gently fallen?

"This official doesn't believe in this evil!"

Huang Nanming casually poked the Qi Mei stick on the ground, hugged his arms weakly, raised his two hands, and spat at each palm, thinking that it was a momentary slip of his hand just now that caused the two sticks to have no strength.

However.

Just when Huang Nanming was rubbing the saliva in his palm.

Suddenly, two evil winds blew from two directions, and the eyebrow stick that poked the ground shook violently twice.

Bangbang!

As if someone was stirring under a stick, the left flick hit Huang Nanming's left arm, and the right flick hit Huang Nanming's right arm.

is impartial, just left and right at Huang Nanming's tendons.

It hurt so much that Huang Nanming let out a scream like killing a pig on the spot.

With a thud, he opened his arms and stepped back.

The eyebrow stick that was poked on the ground slipped from the crook of his arm and fell straight to the ground, making a "clang" sound.