Just when Zhuo Yifan was puzzled, another voice appeared in his mind. He clearly remembered www.biquge.info words of his master to his disciples when he first sat in meditation.

He looked at himself now, and recalled the various pictures when he was cultivating in the Bodhi Temple before, and the contrast between the two was so stark that he suddenly felt ashamed.

"What's wrong with me, how did I become like this?Master, what should I do, what should I do?" Zhuo Yifan shook his head vigorously, with a painful look on his face.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" said a strong man with concern.

"Big brother, are you okay? Are you too tired, why don't you rest for a while? Another person was also concerned.

Zhuo Yifan dizzy his head and nodded.

After a while, the pain in Zhuo Yifan's head gradually subsided, and he looked around and found that it was all excited, which he was very familiar with recently, and it was also the most comfortable.

"Big brother, I see that you are much better, why don't you come to play a few more games, maybe it will be better?" said a man.

"Yes, yes, big brother, come quickly, you will be completely well in a while, I found that only if you dominate the gambling game, can you forget all the unhappiness, in this case, why embarrass yourself?" another man also urged, and kept pulling it on the gambling table.

Zhuo Yifan seemed a little hesitant, but he couldn't help the persuasion of several people, and after a little embarrassment, he got to the gambling table again.

And the blue eyes watching from a distance, with a look of joy and triumph on his face, seemed to say, I don't believe that you can resist the temptation of the two weapons of prostitution and gambling.

Four or five days later, just when Zhuo Yifan was immersed in the gambling house and enjoying it very much, his glamorous life came to an abrupt end.

It turned out to be Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, who came to Sucheng in person. He regarded obtaining Zhuo Yifan as a treasure, and wanted to inquire about it in person, so as to get the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword.

Although Qiu Wancheng agreed with these unconventional methods of Qingyan, he thought that the effect was too slow, and he might not have corrupted Zhuo Yifan before he was taken by other sects.

So, he needs to see immediate results. Qingyan was very reluctant after hearing this, because he thought that Zhuo Yifan had already entered his own way, and he would definitely be able to succeed in time.

But as the master of the door, no one dared to challenge Qiu Wancheng's authority, and Qingyan could only obey. Since it is necessary to have an immediate effect, it can only be achieved by being simple and crude.

In this way, Zhuo Yifan's flesh and skin suffering is inevitable.

They imprisoned Zhuo Yifan on the fifth floor of the "Immortal World on Earth", a formidable torture room.

Under the whipping and beating, the heart-wrenching pain made Zhuo Yifan's mind slowly clear up, and the lost heart was recovered.

He felt very scared at this time, not because of the flesh and skin he was suffering, but because he was afraid that he would almost lose himself, and then his heart would die before his body, and he would become a complete waste.

Last time, under Tang Wan'er's bewilderment, his crippled heart miraculously woke up, and I don't know if it was a return to the light. However, after the gentle township in front of him was revealed to be trapped, his heart was broken again, although there was still bloody lucidity. And the temptation of the gambling house this time, he is even more sliding in the direction of losing himself, if his heart is lost, it is likely that he will never be able to find it again.

Therefore, he felt very fortunate for the pain of flesh and skin at the moment, and he was glad that he knew that he was struggling again in the quagmire.

After a period of torture, it was impossible to pry Zhuo Yifan's mouth open. He still said to Qiu Wancheng: "I really don't know the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword, I really don't know!"

Qiu Wancheng was angry, and he said viciously: "The surname is Zhuo, I can't wait to send you to see your father and mother now, how can you still know something, and there is still some use value." Last time you were stabbed by Duan Yifeng's father and son, I also gave you a miracle medicine to heal the wound, but you didn't know how to be grateful, and you still insisted that you didn't know, what a wolf's heart and dog's lungs!"

Listening to his nonsense, Zhuo Yifan snorted him and said: "You have been harboring evil intentions and still acting, who believes it? If you have the ability, you will kill me, anyway, if I have the opportunity, you will be miserable! Your Flying Dragon Gate will be miserable! You wait!"

"Hahaha...... Do you think you can still escape? Even if I don't know the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword, I'm going to torture you to death little by little! Torture a little bit! Don't think you can get out alive!" Qiu Wancheng said viciously.

After saying that, he did it, Zhuo Yifan suffered so much flesh and skin, and still didn't reveal any useful information, Qiu Wancheng decided to torture in an alternative way.

For Feilongmen, the methods of torturing people are endless, and the tricks are even more diverse. The angry Qiu Wancheng had one purpose, to ask about the whereabouts of the blood-drinking sword, and then to kill Zhuo Yifan to prevent future troubles.

Since Zhuo Yifan is not given a way to live, of course, he can take extremely cruel measures.

They first did not give Zhuo Yifan food and water for several days and nights, and then tied chains around his neck, led by a strong man, and swaggered through the street.

Zhuo Yifan had no strength at this time, so he could only keep crawling along the ground. There were a few people in front of them beating gongs and drums, deliberately attracting everyone's attention, making this pampered young master in the past ashamed.

Zhuo Yifan's clothes had been beaten to tatters, and they were full of red marks, which were tightly fitting the clothes after blood oozed out. He was barefoot, disheveled, unkempt, and a few days ago he was still a suave image, but now he has become a complete flower child.

Looking at the pointing and pointing of the strangers around him, as well as the ridicule of the people in the Flying Dragon Gate, Zhuo Yifan was extremely ashamed, he slowly crawled forward, but there were whips on his body from time to time, he was so hungry that his eyes turned black, and the whipping of the whip seemed more painful.

He looked helplessly at the people around him, to see if there were any kind people who could take pity on him.

But he climbed all the way from the north end of the bazaar, but no one helped him or gave him some water to drink. From time to time, the naughty child threw stones at him, smashed them on his head, and immediately puffed up a bag, followed by the sound of laughter and teasing.

came to the south end of the market, the most prosperous place, Zhuo Yifan was put in a beggar's nest, and then tied with an iron chain.

The beggar's nest is the entrance of an ancestral hall, because there is an eaves that stretch out, so it can slightly shield the wind and rain. But in such a small place, many beggars have been squeezed out. They were unkempt, their hair and beards greasy, and they were covered with garbage and grass. The expression was all stupid, and the dull eyes glanced weakly.

Not only that, but they were full of that disgusting smell, not to mention staying together, even a little closer could smoke people to death.