Yang An returned to the room, and Zhang Qi came to report to Yang An because he had no way to take the captured Mongols, and said: "Alliance leader, this person doesn't open his mouth alive or dead, and he doesn't even say a word of Mongolian!"

"Is there any use of torture?"

"I saw that he was a man, so there was no need to torture!"

Yang An said: "When you live and die, if he doesn't say it, we don't deal with the weakness of the martial arts they practice, and then it will be us, as well as the people of Song and Li, who will die, and we should not stick to the small sections! Besides, if it is a man, it will take a torture to know! Let's go and see!"

"That's all there is to it!"

The two came to the cell, this place Yang An said familiar and familiar, said unfamiliar and unfamiliar, Yang An was in Cangshan before, rarely came here, but many of Yang Songqing's subordinates led by Nie Xin died here, they were tortured, some were slapped with both hands in the face, fanned until there were only seven teeth left, how cruel it was! For a while, all the past came to mind, if Cangshan hadn't experienced that disaster, why would it be so backward Songshan so much, and there was not even one who could tie with Fan Tian!

Walking into the cell, the Mongolian was tied to a pillar, and Wen Ruyu pierced more than a dozen silver needles on his body to control his internal force, when Yang An entered, Fan Tian and Zhang Sanfeng were still pressing, but the Mongolian closed his eyes and ignored anyone!

Yang An said: "I'll say a few words, you decide to say it or not after you listen to it! I know that you are all apprentices of Burigude, then the person who pushed you over and then escaped by himself should be a senior brother with you, unlike you and me, we are in different positions, you kill me or I kill you, although it is not good, but it doesn't matter whether the character is good or bad, you are different from him, I don't know how long you have been studying art, but as a fellow disciple who doesn't care about your life and death for your own life, are you willing to let him have a better time?" As long as you tell me everything you know, maybe I will avenge you in the future!"

The Mongolian opened his eyes and looked at Yang An, and closed them again from time to time, still looking stubborn, Fan Tian said: "You said that he wouldn't not understand what we said!"

"Since he can come out with Burigude, it's impossible not to understand our words! If he doesn't understand, he won't open his eyes just now! Since he is so stubborn, let's let him suffer a little!" Yang An said and found a place to sit down, and said, "Song Li is a state of etiquette, unlike the barbarians in the north, we also have good wine, good meat and good tea for our friends, and we are also blindly tolerant of our enemies, hoping that they can get lost and return, this is left by our ancestors." But I, Yang An, disagree, naturally treat friends with good wine and meat, and treat enemies in the same way as they should return the favor, how you Mongolians deal with us Han people, how we Han people will return. You Mongolians can rape ** women at will, in order to test whether the knife is sharp enough, you can kill people on the street at will, we can't be so fierce, but we might as well learn it!"

Fan Tian clapped his hands and said: "Well done, Lao Tzu would have wanted to do this for a long time, if it wasn't for Zhang Qi to stop him, I'm afraid he would have done it all now!"

"Senior brother, I think this is still a little inappropriate!" Zhang Sanfeng said.

"There's nothing wrong with it, just like Yang An said, how Temujin killed and persecuted our people back then, compared to this, it's just a small thing!" After Fan Tian finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng really had no way to refute it, but he was still a little uneasy in his heart.

Zhang Qi also said: "Hearing you say this, I immediately have the heart to kill him, and I don't need him to do it, I'll come in person!"

Fan Tian said: "You can't do it!"

"Why?"

"Do you know the benefits of this dagger? The so-called blunt knife cuts flesh, even pulling and pulling, is such a process, you have profound skills, even if it is a rusty dagger, in your hand, it is like a freshly opened one, so as soon as it slides down, it will be left with an itch! There is no effect at all!"

Yang An just casually found a dagger, but Fan Tian said so many ways, he was funny, but he didn't object, but he was happy to see it! Zhang Qi said: "That's okay, I don't need internal force!" Zhang Qi said and slowly cut a cut on the Mongolian chest, the Mongolian muscle trembled in pain, but he still didn't speak, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't see such a scene, and walked out!

Yang An said: "If he just scratches the wound, he can't experience the feeling of pulling and pulling as Uncle Fan said, it's better to cut a piece of meat on his chest, and cut it slowly, the slower the better!"

Fan Tian took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from his arms and said: "After the cut, give him medicine immediately, although he has deep internal strength, if he can't keep it, he will lose too much blood and die!"

Zhang Qi grabbed the muscles in the Mongol's chest and slowly pulled them apart like sawing wood with a saw, and the Mongol screamed in pain and struggled hard.

Yang An said: "Slow!" Zhang Qi stopped, Yang An said to the Mongols, "You can think clearly, what you say now, your piece of meat is still connected, if it's late, you can only feed the dogs!"

"You are so despicable!" the Mongol finally spoke!

Yang An smiled: "Compared to you Mongolians, that's still far behind, continue to cut!"

Zhang Qi then started his work, and from time to time he cut off a piece of meat that was almost two catties and cut it down, and on his chest, the ribs were already faintly visible! On the bloody left chest, pieces of bright red flesh were beating, so that his whole body was trembling, and blood was already oozing out of his mouth!

"Quickly give him the golden creation medicine!" Fan Tian commanded.

Zhang Qi took out the bottle and sprinkled the medicine inside on his chest, only to hear the man's scream, the sound seemed to come from the eighteenth layer of hell, almost the entire Cangshan could hear it! Zhang Qi saw that the medicine powder on the wound was white, Zhang Qi had walked the rivers and lakes for so many years, and had never seen such a golden medicine, and said: "Brother Fan, this is not a golden medicine! Are you taking it by mistake!"

Fan Tian walked over, wiped it on the mouth of the bottle, put his finger in his mouth, and said, "Oh, it's really wrong, this is the salt that Master Ma asked me to buy for him! How can I use this? What can I do about this? How about making a basin of hot water to wash it?

"Phew!" the Mongol spat a mouthful of blood onto Fan Tian.

Yang An and Zhang Qi also knew, Fan Tian must have done it on purpose, and only he could come up with such attention, Zhang Qi wiped his body and said, "If you don't say it, I will cut your right chest again, and then give you gold creation medicine, piece by piece, until you die!"

"I said, I said!" the Mongols finally begged for mercy!