The butler whispered, as if he was very afraid of this torture hall.

"Torture Hall, what a bold man, he dares to raid Lao Tzu's house?" Qin Yi's tone was cold, and an invisible murderous aura rose out.

"Master, what do you want to do?" the butler suddenly panicked.

"What are you doing? Of course, it's the death penalty hall!"

Qin Yi smiled coldly and walked out of the door directly.

On the majestic peak, a large hall is simple and majestic, standing high, like a rock, moving like a mountain.

On the scarlet vermilion lacquer gate, there is a golden plaque, and the word "punishment" is written in a single book.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the iron hook is silver!

There is a killing atmosphere, like a blade!

Torture Hall!

No punishment for the outer door, no punishment for the true biography.

The outer disciples can't look down on it, and the true disciples can't afford to mess with it.

However, they are in charge of all the punishments of the inner disciples, and among the Qingyang Sect, the tree has deep roots and is extremely powerful.

Even those parties that have the protection of true disciples do not dare to provoke easily.

Many people even call the torture hall a "criminal party" in private!

They had already become one of the largest forces among the many disciples of the Qingyang Sect.

"This senior brother, may I ask, is this the torture hall in charge of the inner gate?" Qin Yi asked with a smile and politely.

"The new inner disciple doesn't even know about our famous torture hall?"

Zhang Zhi, a disciple of the torture hall wearing a six-striped blue cloud robe, looked at him arrogantly with a condescending look in his eyes.

"Senior brother is really powerful, you can see it at a glance. ”

Qin Yi asked with a smile, "Then please ask Senior Brother again, Qin Yi's mansion was smashed by your torture hall?"

"Qin Yi, oh, I remember, it's the leader of the outer gate, Qin Yi who just ascended to the inner gate this year!"

Zhang Zhi hesitated for a moment, then remembered.

"Hmph, what's the matter? He was suspected of murdering three inner disciples, and when we received the news, we raided his house. ”

"Then may I ask Senior Brother, do you have any evidence in the Torture Hall?" Qin Yi asked?

"Evidence?hahaha......" Zhang Zhi suddenly laughed, "We are doing things in the torture hall, and we want a bullshit evidence!"

"That means that you don't have any evidence at all?" The smile on Qin Yi's face grew.

"Nonsense! We don't need evidence at all. ”

"What kind of bullshit is the leader of the outer gate, it's just a waste, even if our torture hall rides on top of his head, he doesn't dare to say a 'no'!"

Zhang Zhi said proudly.

Rumble!

The door broke open, and Zhang Zhi's body, like a sandbag, flew out and fell to the ground heavily.

The sixfold master of the Qi refining period was like a dead dog at this time, vomiting blood all over his body and unable to move.

"Inner disciple Qin Yi, come to the torture hall to avenge your grievances!"

Qin Yi stepped over the threshold with one foot, walked with his hands in his hands, and volleyed in the air step by step.

Crash!

In an instant, the entire torture hall shook.

Dozens of powerful breaths rose up, like wolf smoke, like fire, boiling hot.

The huge torture hall was suddenly full of masters, all of whom had a deep aura, and all of them were masters who were above the sixth level of the qi refining period.

The sixfold Qi refining period, in the inner gate, is already regarded as a master, but in the torture hall, this is the lowest threshold, the lowest level.

In the torture hall, no one's realm will be lower than the sixfold qi refining period.

"What a boldness, you dog, you dare to trespass into the torture hall, and even invade the door and injure our people!"

"Do you know that this is a capital crime? Why don't you kneel down for me and kowtow to apologize?"

Cheng Feng scolded sharply, and the sound waves rolled, like a tidal wave.

This is a master of the eightfold Qi refining period, with great momentum and profound skills.

Syllable!

Qin Yi stepped on the word secret, and in an instant, he came up with a slap, and directly slammed Cheng Feng out.

His body slammed into the wall, and the whole person was embedded in it, and the surrounding walls cracked inch by inch.

"How dare you hurt ......"

Syllable!

Another slap, straight to the point, smacked the person who spoke, and flew out hard.

"Dog ......"

Syllable!

"Big ......"

Syllable!

"You ......"

Syllable!

In the torture hall, as long as anyone opened his mouth, he would be swept out by Qin Yi in an instant.

One by one, the masters of the torture hall were lying on the ground like dead dogs at this time, and there were wailing and screaming everywhere.

"Who else can't speak, it's okay, I can teach him slowly!"

Qin Yi smiled indifferently, his cold eyes slowly scanned the audience.

Suddenly, the remaining few torture hall disciples were silent, let alone talking, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Whoever dares to be arrogant in front of him will be slapped directly.

Knock you down first, and then talk to you well.

This is Qin Yi's truth!

"It seems that you have all learned how to speak, right?" Qin Yi asked.

Several people nodded hurriedly, like a chicken pecking rice, panicked and scared, for fear of offending the ruthless person in front of them.

"Very good, I'll ask you now, who raided my house, who of you took the lead and who took the lead?" Qin Yi asked coldly.

Just promoted to the inner door, just assigned to the mansion, just a few days after going out, his house was smashed.

Moreover, it was still broad daylight, forcibly breaking in, and directly invading the door.

In the Qingyang faction, everything is respected by strength, and the strong are supreme!

If Qin Yi could even endure this kind of thing, then from now on, no one would dare to bully him.

Even in those school bullies, the weaker you are, the more others will bully you.

What's more, this is the world of immortal cultivators, a world that speaks entirely with their fists.

Qin Yi knew that he had to be majestic this time!

Otherwise, in the future, any cat or dog will dare to be arrogant in front of him.

There was a disciple of the torture hall, his face was pale, and his fingers trembled and pointed to his mouth, looking like he wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.

"Say!" Qin Yi ordered.

"Yes, it's the deacon of our torture hall, Senior Brother Ji, Boss Ji!" the man said in fear.

"Ji Lao, what?"

"Boss Ji!"

"What boss?"

"Boss Ji, Senior Brother Qin!"

After getting the other party's repeated repeats, Qin Yi finally confirmed that the deacon of the torture hall was really called "Boss Ji"!

Hearing this name, Qin Yi couldn't help but think of his previous life, the author of the same website that he signed a contract with, was also called Boss Ji.

That person is either cut off, or unfinished, or a eunuch.

Obviously, his job is to write novels, but he is useless except for having a face that resembles Wu Yanzu.

"The deacons of the Torture Hall are all great masters of the Nine Folds, and they are rarely there, and the same is true for Senior Brother Ji. The man said cautiously.

"Then where has he gone now?" Qin Yi asked.

"I heard that he went to the Yanyu Building in Muyang City to participate in the Dragon Conference. ”

Seeing Qin Yi's puzzled appearance, the man hurriedly explained: "The Dragon Conference is a grand event held by the inner disciples themselves, mainly a gathering of major forces. ”