Chapter 39 does not contain this clause

Like a scorching sun, it slowly walked from outside the door, and the light bloomed.

Golden robes.

Fluttering brunette.

Wen Xiu's handsome face, and a sturdy body as tall as a mountain, a combination of domineering in the delicate air, two eyes, like two black gems, deep and faintly shining essence, a body of breath, like a lofty mountain.

The person who came was none other than Gu Xijin, the only one in this generation of disciples who could make everyone call Senior Brother.

......

This was the first time Fang Junmei had seen Gu Xijin in his life, and just this first time made him have a strange feeling that his pupils bloomed and his soul couldn't stop trembling.

This person's demeanor is too superb, too detached.

This is an opponent he must surpass in order to achieve a stronger opponent!

Even Fang Junmei himself couldn't say why after seeing this person, he had a strong feeling of surpassing him and defeating him, maybe on the road of swordsmanship, only one person was allowed to reach the top!

For a while, Fang Jun's eyebrows were full of magnificent waves, but there was no movement.

......

Gu Xijin walked in with his hands behind his back and against everyone's awe-inspiring gaze, walking calmly. The strength of the breath is even stronger than that of Fan Lanzhou.

At this moment, Gu Xijin was also looking at Fang Junmei, his gaze was unfathomable, with a certain condescending taste of scrutiny.

Fang Junmei was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other.

After a few breaths, Gu Xijin retracted his gaze expressionlessly, looked at the old man and said, "You two, if you violate the door rules, go to the punishment hall to report and receive the punishment by yourself, if you dare to exaggerate or conceal it, get out of the Peach Blossom Spring." ”

The voice is high-pitched and sounds justice.

“...... Yes, big brother. ”

When the old man heard this, after his eyes flashed a few times, he gritted his teeth, and he should have done so, and went out.

Fang Junmei's side, but there was no movement, his heart was naturally uncomfortable, this incident was obviously provoked by the other party, and he was the first to do it, if he didn't fight back, he was already dead, was he not allowed to fight back if he died?

Moreover, this Gu Xijin was afraid that he had noticed the things in this hall before, but he did not stop it, but only spoke out after Fang Junmei made a move, which shows that he has ulterior motives.

"What's your opinion, why don't you go?"

Gu Xi saw that Fang Junmei did not move, and shouted coldly.

Fang Jun's eyebrows flashed again, smiled bitterly, and nodded slightly: "Your Excellency has the final say." ”

As the words fell, Fang Junmei also walked towards the door, of course he would not salute.

"It's the door rules that have the final say!"

Gu Xijin stared at Fang Junmei's back with a slightly cold face, and said, "Also—you should call me Senior Brother." ”

"Sorry, there's not that in the door rules. ”

Fang Jun didn't brow back, and strode away.

The monks inside and outside the hall, when they heard Fang Junmei's words, they all had a feeling that their scalps were exploding, is this kid going to rebel? In the entire Taoyuan Sword Sect, there may not be a disciple of the same generation who dares to talk to Gu Xijin like this.

No, there's one more!

There are monks who are older, or who know more, and unconsciously think of a person, and their eyes become complicated.

And Gu Xi's gaze at this moment, staring at Fang Junmei, is even more complicated, it is by no means ordinary gloomy, but with a more poignant memory, as for what is hidden in the depths of that memory, no one can see it clearly.

In his eyes, what he saw was not Fang Junmei, but another person, another person who was the same as Fang Junmei, who was born in Fudo Peak.

In the hall, the atmosphere was almost instantly cold.

Everyone even felt that Gu Xijin seemed to have turned into a humanoid storm, and his breath was about to move.

The hearts of the people were worried, and no one dared to move.

"You guys, don't you need to cultivate, fooling around here every day!"

Gu Xijin suddenly turned his head, and scolded the monk in the hall with an unusually cold voice, like a thunderclap, exploding in the hall.

Many monks' bodies trembled violently.

"Yes, Senior Brother, let's go to cultivate immediately. ”

After someone replied with a trembling voice, he crawled towards the door, and the others also left.

Looking at everyone's scattered sand and boldness, Gu Xijin's face became even more cold.

Soon, there was no one else in the hall except for a few deacons and monks and Gu Xijin.

Gu Xijin's complexion gradually returned to normal, and he asked a few deacons and monks about the task before walking out of the door.

......

The punishment hall was also on the deacon's peak, Fang Junmei was not walking fast, and when he arrived, he saw that the old man who attacked him was already naked, tied to a wooden stake in the square, and was whipped and beaten.

People can't urge mana.

The whip is not an ordinary whip, but is made from the spiritual roots of the vines in the Sunset Mountain Range, full of thin and sharp thorns, and when the whip goes down, the skin and flesh are opened, and the blood is dripping.

When Fang Junmei arrived, the old man's body was already scarred, blood flowed, and he looked extremely miserable, and he didn't know how many whips he had received.

However, this person is also a little hard, Leng is silent is silent, just gritted his teeth, glared at his eyes fiercely, and saw Fang Jun's eyebrows, his eyes were slightly gloomy.

The whip is not drawn by man, but is drawn in the air by himself, if not spiritually or controlled by man.

"Are you Fang Junmei? I have already heard about it, just like him, he will be punished with twenty lashes, and he is not allowed to use mana to resist, otherwise he will be punished tenfold. ”

Fang Junmei was still watching, and a voice came into his ears.

At the entrance of the hall in the north of the square, a middle-aged man who was as fat as a mountain was lying on a wide rattan chair in a very comfortable position, as if he was basking in the sun.

This person has a fat head and big ears, two small eyes, and looks a little funny, but his expression is as cold as steel, and the aura he exudes is almost comparable to that of the "Medicine Sword Immortal" Chun Yuqian, and I don't know which of the top ten sword immortals is still a master outside.

Expecting that the old man didn't dare to add oil and vinegar, Fang Junmei didn't ask much, and after taking off his upper clothes, he walked to another pillar at will, and there were vines on the pillar, swimming like a small snake, binding Fang Junmei's outstretched arms.

The fat man didn't say a word, his hand flicked on his waist, and another rattan whip flew out, and when it reached a few feet in front of Fang Junmei's body, he whipped it down fiercely.

Blood splattered.

A long bloody slit was pulled out in an instant.

Fang Jun's brows furrowed, and there was no other reaction, how could he, who had already passed the five levels of Chun Yuqian, not even be able to bear this pain.

Second whip!

The third whip!

......

Not far away, the old man had finished pumping twenty lashes in advance, and when he was done, he saluted the fat man before leaving.

Fang Junmei finished whipping twenty lashes and bowed and left.

After entering the mission hall again, except for a few deacon monks, there were no other foolish disciples. With a slight sweep of his gaze, Fang Junmei walked towards the old man in Tsing Yi who had taken over the task last time.

"Senior Brother Fang, how does the ghost whip taste?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at Fang Junmei with a smile and asked, with a bit of joking in his voice, which was not offensive.

Fang Junmei had already used the wound medicine, the blood had stopped, and after putting on the clothes, he couldn't see anything abnormal, and he didn't even have the slightest change in the appearance of walking, and nodded slightly: "Senior brother wants to know, just go and try it yourself." ”

When everyone in the hall heard this, they laughed.

The old man in Tsing Yi also shook his head with a smile, waited until Fang Junmei approached, and said solemnly: "Senior brother, this trip should be here to hand over the task of Fengying Sand, how much did you get?"

Fang Junmei smiled without saying a word, and directly took off a storage bag that had not been refined and gave it to him.

The old man in Tsing Yi took it, and his spiritual sense poked in to take a look, and he was instantly dumbfounded.