The leather whip in the hand of this obese official surnamed Chen is made of python skin, which is extremely tough, and has fine scales on the surface, and it is no different from a wire whip when whipped on a person, and the Great Qin Dynasty respects martial arts, this official surnamed Chen is a child of a local wang clan, and is naturally a cultivator. On weekdays, he whipped these quarrymen at will, and the flesh was all open, and the injuries were very serious.

Now the whip was firmly whipped on the man's forehead, and the people around him, including the guard sergeant not far away, all jumped in their hearts, thinking that they should not directly kill this man.

Naturally, some punishments and tortures are indispensable in the quarries where the prisoners of the penal division are mostly forced to do hard labor, but in any case, it is always difficult to explain and extremely troublesome to get human lives and damage to the population.

So even this official surnamed Chen couldn't help but be startled, according to what he originally thought, no matter how daze this man was, he had to subconsciously avoid it, so that his leather whip fell on this man's shoulder or chest and other thick places, although it was painful, it was not a big deal.

How did he think that this man didn't even react to the whip that came to him head-on?

The leather whip broke away from the man's face, but the next picture that fell into everyone's sight was not bloody, the man's face did not leave any scars, not even a white mark, but there was a strange, faint glow shining on his face.

Around his face and around his hair, there was dust flying outward, as if he had been shaken out by the force of the whip.

Everyone froze.

The official surnamed Chen was stunned at first, and in the next moment, his face became pale, and his lips began to tremble.

He was a cultivator, and although he was only in the Three Realms, he knew that this faint glow came from the natural appearance of the True Yuan contained in his body, and only a powerful cultivator could unnaturally stimulate the True Yuan in his body when he was hit hard.

"You—" he whispered, and he was a little speechless.

Although he was not familiar with the roster of these people, at least he had seen them all, how could there be a cultivator like this among all the prisoners and hard laborers in this quarry?

The dust from the man's hair continued to fly out, and in the faint glow on his body, the dust was dyed with a wonderful color, which seemed a little sacred.

Not only the man's body and clothes, but everything within a few feet of him became unusually clean, and all those tiny stone dust were gently pushed out by an invisible force.

The man's face was still a little distracted, he listened to the trills of the historian surnamed Chen, still calm in his own world, and just asked: "I just listened to your discussion, Fang Hou's Mansion Fang Yu died?"

At the moment when he spoke, the official surnamed Chen, who was extremely arrogant and domineering in the past, subconsciously took a step back in shock, "The old powerful gate valve night owl set up a formation behind Yinshan to lock up the heirs of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and Fang Yan of Fanghou Mansion committed suicide after killing his righteous son, this is something that the world knows now." ”

"The world knows everything?" the man shook his head, and the expression on his face was not sad or joyful, "I don't know. ”

The official surnamed Chen was difficult to talk to for a while, but in the next moment, he had some courage again, after all, this quarry is an important place for soldiers, and there is an army outside, in order to prevent these prisoners from working hard and chaotic, there are also many sergeants in the quarry, and there are a lot of ordnance talismans.

"Who the hell are you?" he plucked up his courage and snorted.

"Usually you punish these people at will, and you are ruthless, over the years, although I have not directly seen anyone killed by you, but there are always those who think that they will die indirectly at your hands, and today you whipped me, you cut off your arm, and I spared your life. The man said this, and then said to himself with a faint wry smile, "Everything in the world knows that there will be no mistakes." ”

The official surnamed Chen trembled.

Whether it was a finger or an arm, it was flesh and blood, and he certainly didn't want to lose it.

In the next moment, he made up his mind, as if he was going to nod his head and give in, but there was a dying anger in his eyes, and the true yuan in his body surged frantically to his feet, and with a violent sound of breaking the air, his body flew out like a rock thrown by a catapult.

"You want to rebel..."

At the same time, he screamed, just wanting to get out of the man's sight as quickly as possible.

However, all of his movements, the flow of true elements in his body, and the reactions of all the soldiers around him and all the cultivators in this quarry were too slow for this man who was shining with a strange glow on his body at this time.

It's not a one-dimensional existence.

When this official surnamed Chen moved, and the true yuan in his body had not really begun to flow, the man already knew his choice.

He just turned his head to look at the official surnamed Chen who was screaming while retreating, and with a poof, an invisible force had already fallen on the neck of the official surnamed Chen.

The shouting of the official surnamed Chen stopped abruptly, and his head flew up with the hot blood between the cavities.

"Don't!"

A sharp shout came to mind.

A figure landed in the middle of the field like a ghost.

This is a priest who guards the place, and he immediately stopped all the sergeants who wanted to move, but even so, his eyes were full of deep fear at the moment, and his hands were constantly trembling between the sleeves of his clothes.

This cultivator who was enshrined at the peak of the Five Realms, he had never seen a battle between grandmasters in his life, but just for a moment, he could be sure that this person's realm was really too terrifying, and he was definitely a first-class grandmaster.

And through this person's previous words and some strange expressions, he vaguely guessed a possibility, which made him even more unsteady in breathing.

After all, if it's really that person... That was a cultivator that even Emperor Yuanwu was afraid of.

"You are... Lord Fang Xiumu of Fanghou Mansion?"

Without daring to stop for the slightest, he bowed to the man who shone with a strange glow and asked.

"I'm Fang Xiumu. ”

The man didn't deny it, but said lightly: "But is there still a Fanghou Mansion in Changling now?"

This criminal priest didn't dare to answer, and he couldn't answer, because in the exact rumors before, the old marquis of Fanghou Mansion had led his troops to die in Yangshan County, and Fang Yan was also dead...... Fang Xiumu has already refused the holy will to leave Changling, so can there still be Fanghou Mansion in Changling now?

Fang Xiumu shook his head gently, he was in a very peculiar realm at this time, his body had been cleaned to the extreme, but as if it represented his emotions at this time, he still unconsciously brushed his clothes, and then stopped talking and began to leave.

This is a good ending for this place.

But the mood swings of this criminal priest at this time were too great, and he couldn't help but ask again, "How can a character like you stay here?"