Lu Qian quietly suppressed 90% of the pressure of the Beiming Sword, leaving only 10% of the cold air to suppress Hu Ping's body.
The two elders Bai He and Mo Yun stood up together and walked towards Hu Ping step by step with gloomy expressions.
Wutongsou looked at Bai Yu, whose face was ashen, and quietly stood up.
After pondering for a while, Wutongsou said softly: "Two elders, we have a 'Yuan Yuan Workshop' in Sword City, which is good at making all kinds of strange instruments... Among them, there are several sets of torture palace torture instruments customized by the Blood River Sect.
Not yet delivered.”
The old man Wutong lowered his eyelids and glanced at Bai Yu carefully: "It's the Sword Fate Festival, and there are several elders from the Blood River Sect who are in the city. Maybe we can ask them to take action and use the torture weapons customized by the Blood River Sect.
It’s a pleasure to serve this daring boy.”
Outside the boat, on the lake, a skinny old man was entangled in chains by the black wind and unable to move, hissing and screaming.
He has activated the secret technique of the photo studio, and blood-colored flames are spurting out from the seven orifices, burning essence and blood, sacrificing Taoism, just to break free from Lu Qian's imprisonment. But although Lu Qian is not at a high level, his real strength is much thinner than this
The old man doesn't know how wise he is.
No matter how the skinny old man struggled and roared, the black wind chains were still crisscrossed and tightened inward little by little, until the big black umbrella above the skinny old man's head creaked and several ribs clicked.
fracture.
The black smoke falling from the big black umbrella was messy and scattered, and the bodies of several photo studio killers who were sheltered under the big black umbrella swayed and were instantly shattered into pieces.
As Bai He and Mo Yun's guardians, the two elders felt extremely humiliated by Hu Ping's words just now.
Under their protection, Hu Ping dared to say that he wanted to kidnap the white turtle and do some shameful things?
In the huge Yuan Lingtian, countless sects, countless dynasties, countless monk families, countless casual cultivators, even those giants of the demonic path, the demon king Xie Sui, who would dare to have such an idea against the young sect of Jianmen?
Bai He gritted his teeth and sneered: "Xiao Wutong is right. The punishments of the Blood River Sect are said to be extremely cruel. They can be called cruel and inhumane... It is perfectly appropriate to use them to serve this kid."
Mo Yun even said coldly: "Find out this boy's sect and family and massacre the nine clans."
The white turtle's face looked a little better.
When Hu Ping saw Bai He and Mo Yun walking in front of him, his body trembled suddenly, and he shouted in a hissing voice: "How dare you, I am Hu Ping, I am the fifth young master of the Hu family... My father is Hu Tianjun, and I am the photo studio
Fifth Young Master...if you dare to attack me, I will definitely kill your whole family!"
Hu Ping shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill all the men in your sect and family, and kill all the women in your sect and clan. I will take my brothers and have a good time!"
Hu Ping's sinister, yet somewhat soft gaze quickly swept across the three girls, Bai Yu, Mi Xi, and Qingyou, in the cabin.
He grinned and sneered: "I won't let any of you women go, I will...hehe!"
There was a faint trace of saliva flowing down from the corner of his mouth, and Hu Ping said in a strange voice: "My father, Hu Tianjun, is the current owner of the photo studio... Do you dare to provoke the photo studio? You don't dare, right? You don't dare! I think you don't dare.
!”
"So, be obedient, you guys, now, all of you are depriving yourself of your cultivation, kneeling on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy. You girls, please come up obediently, help the young master bandage my wounds, and then serve the young master well!"
Hu Ping smiled strangely, "hehehe", and his greasy, slippery eyes slowly moved to Mi Xi's face: "This old lady, you seem to be the most charming, well, in my words, young master,
She's so sexy to the core! Why don't you be the first to serve me, young master?"
Lu Qian suddenly.
Yinyuan stared.
The three girls, Bai Yu, Mi Xi and Qing You, were speechless for a long time.
Bai He, Mo Yun, Wutong Sou, and Luo Xiu standing aside looked at Hu Ping blankly with extremely complicated eyes.
This guy... is so virtuous, is he really the kind of photo studio owner?
"I can't believe that the photo studio has expanded so much!" Bai Yuan patted the armrest of the chair gently, and with his other hand, he fed the fruit he had just peeled into Yinyuan's mouth.
Bai Yu stood up and took out a large Spring Palace folding fan over two feet long from somewhere. He opened it with a snap and turned it yellow twice with force: "Very good, very good, very good."
Zhong, this is the first time I have heard such words in my life."
"Photo studio?" Bai Yuan looked at Yinyuan: "Brother Yin, what do you think about this matter..."
Yinyuan coughed lightly: "At the moment, it seems that an exaggerated and unscrupulous boy is doing whatever he wants, but the behind-the-scenes of this matter may not be that simple. If this matter is really instigated by the senior management of the photo studio, then the matter can be terrible.
It’s complicated. For example, if the photo studio wants to sabotage the plan to conquer the Holy Heaven!”
Yinyuan looked at Bai Yu affectionately: "Xiao Bai, you told me that conquering the Holy Heaven is very important to you. And I once told you that the photo studio is the strongest killer sect in Yuan Lingtian.
, they can serve as vanguards and death squads in the conquest of the Holy Heaven!"
"But now it seems that the photo studio may have other ideas!"
Bai Yu put away the folding fan with a snap and tapped his chin gently with the fan: "Well, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Qian coughed slightly: "Sister-in-law, please forgive me for speaking frankly. I have never been stingy in speculating on people's hearts to be the most insidious, filthy, filthy and shameless - think about it, with your beautiful face and moonlight, the beauty of the country,
But you are born in a noble family and have endless blessings... Especially, you hold a lot of treasures in your hands!"
Lu Qian pointed at Hu Ping: "This guy is born with a sinister eyebrow, a rotten bone, and a confused spirit. He is just like a rotten and moldy toad in the gutter, but you are a golden phoenix soaring high in the sky... Tsk, maybe I want to
, both human and financial resources!”
Mi Xi screamed "Ahhhhhh" on the side, she clapped her hands vigorously, and shouted in a fuss: "Young Master, this is really serious... Let me tell you, our daughter's family attaches great importance to an innocent person.
Reputation... If it's this kid, he uses violence to cook the rice before it's raw..."
Mi Xi secretly glanced at Bai Yu, whose face became extremely distorted, lowered her head and murmured in a low voice: "Didn't the perfect match between you and Mr. Yin be ruined by him? By then, it will be a done deal, you
What else can I do besides...?"
Lu Qian sighed: "You have ulterior motives!"
Yinyuan stamped his feet fiercely: "It's extremely unpredictable!"
The three elders Bai He, Mo Yun and Wu Tongsou looked at each other and shouted angrily at the same time: "You are not a son of man!"
Luo Xiu quickly made a stab at the side: "The fifth young master of the photo studio, Hu Ping, has also been heard of by my disciples. This guy is simply the first-class scum in the world, a shameless and despicable scum, a despicable and dirty beast, he is really
...No words from a good person in this world can describe his ultimate bastard!"
Luo Xiu's body swayed, and a bright silver sword light flew out of her body and circled around him for three times: "Young Master, such a scum dared to take a look at the Young Master... It's simply, simply, unbearable.
Forbearance? Disciple is so presumptuous, please let me stab him with a sword first, so that I can vent my bad breath for the young sect!"
The white turtle caressed its palm: "Good!"
Luo Xiu's sword flew out with a 'puff' sound, and went straight to Hu Ping's indescribable place.
Blood spurted out like a spring, and Hu Ping let out a scream like a ghost: "You are dead, you are dead... Do you know who I am? I am Hu Tianjun's son... You actually, actually... cut me
I?"
"Father, Dad, if my son was cut by them, your grandson will be gone!"
Hu Ping screamed, and Yinyuan waved his hand gently: "Xiaobai, let someone take him back? Just follow the suggestion of Elder Wutongsou, use the Blood River Sect's torture weapon to serve him well, and he must be killed
Dig out all the shady activities of the photo studio."
The white turtle nodded slightly.
Wutongsou walked up to Hu Ping, stretched out his hand and poked him hard several times.
Wisps of sword light were thrown into Hu Ping's body, sealing off his acupoints and meridians, sealing off his mind and soul, sealing off all his mana, and even severed his spinal nerves, leaving him in a high paraplegic state.
With a wave of his hand, several of Wutongsou's closest disciples quietly walked in from outside the cabin, picked up Hu Ping and left without saying a word.
Lu Qian waved his hand outside.
Countless chains formed by the black wind closed inwards and crushed heavily on the skinny old man's big black umbrella.
The black umbrella exploded to pieces, and the skinny old man let out a shrill and unwilling scream, and was shattered into pieces by countless black winds. When the skinny old man died, he suddenly opened his mouth, and half of his tongue turned into a bloody light and was about to fly away.
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But Lu Qian held the Beiming Sword and stabbed it out with a single stroke.
A wave of water blasted out from the sword washing pool, smashing the bloody light into pieces. The skinny old man's idea of using secret techniques to send a message came to nothing.
A group of Sword Sect disciples set up their sword lights and flew rapidly towards the direction of Sword City, surrounding Hu Ping who was covered in blood.
On the sword-washing pond, a small sampan was sailing quickly back to Yanlin. At the stern of the boat, there was an old man rocking the oar. At the bow, there was a man in green clothes with a sword hanging on his waist and a sword on his belt.
Jade Flute, with his hands behind his back, stared intently in the direction back to Yanlin.
Hu Ping flew over from high altitude. He lowered his head and looked down. On the bow of the ship, the man in green just heard the sound of sword light piercing the air and subconsciously looked up.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance. Hu Ping was delighted and ecstatic, while the man in Tsing Yi suddenly distorted his face, as if he was wearing new shoes on New Year's Day and happily opened the door, then stepped on dog shit, and his face became extremely ugly.
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"Dad, save me, Dad!"
"Help, dad, help!"
"I am Lao Wu, I am Hu Ping, and I am your biological son! Dad, save me, save me!"
"These guys are unreasonable. I just wanted to find a girl to be happy with, so they caught me, beat me, and even cut me! Dad, if your son is cut, you will have no descendants!"
"Save me, dad! Save me quickly!"
"Help me, is there any good elixir that can regenerate limbs? Get me a few quickly!"
"Uh-huh, Dad, those little girls are on the boat in front. Kill all the men on it and get those little girls and old ladies over to me."