The atmosphere in the box became tense with Huang Liang's "cries".
The middle-aged man didn't speak for a long time. He stood with an indifferent expression, as if suppressing the overwhelming anger in his heart.
For a long time, he said to himself: "Okay, you want evidence, I will give you evidence."
"Lest Kunlun say that my Xiao family is unreasonable and that I use the big to bully the small."
"If you don't believe what others say, what about what your fellow Kunlun disciples say?"
"Are you willing to believe it?"
He turned his back to me, snapped his fingers, and said with a playful smile, "Young man named Su, please come out and testify."
"It's ridiculous. Although Suning is my Kunlun disciple, he is on good terms with your Xiao family. How can his words count?" Mai Miao became anxious and shouted loudly: "How can such perjury be convincing?"
"Yes, we didn't humiliate the Xiao family at all. We can't believe what Suning said." The man with glasses said excitedly: "Senior Brother Rui Sheng was injured by Suning and fell into a coma. He killed his fellow disciples. Such scumbags are no longer worthy of being Kunlun disciples.
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Song Qiangwei took advantage of the opportunity and said: "Kunlun disciples who violate the sect's rules are undoubtedly traitors, and there is absolutely no reason to testify."
"You fart."
I was so angry that I immediately walked out of the corner, pointed at Mai Miao and others and cursed angrily: "You gang-up on Liu Tang in the toilet, causing him to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. It was you who broke the rules first, not me."
Mai Miao argued: "Yes, we did fight in Liutang. Small conflicts among disciples are normal."
"But we acted appropriately, and Liutang was only slightly injured."
"What about you, how do you treat Rui Sheng?"
Meng Fan helped me fight back: "Senior Brother Liu is still in the hospital for resuscitation, are you a doctor? Why do you say he is slightly injured?"
"Go away, you have no place to speak here." Mai Miao stared at Meng Fan with burning eyes and said: "You are not my disciple of Kunlun, nor are you from the Xiao family, so don't fan the flames here and add insult to injury."
Meng Fan said without changing his expression: "I am telling the truth."
"You want to die." Mai Miao threatened sadly: "Meng Fan, I will remember you."
"Senior..." Meng Fan shrank his neck, hid behind the middle-aged man, and shouted familiarly: "Uncle Cat, look, I'm just trying to scare people. Where did Kunlun get such scum?
It’s so disgusting.”
The middle-aged man faced Huang Liang and said with disdain: "If you dare to do it, don't take it seriously. Today's Kunlun really opened my eyes."
Seeing that she had the upper hand, Song Qiangwei argued with each other: "Kunlun has always been fair. If you have it, you have it, and if you don't have it, you don't have it. How can you dare to say something that you shouldn't take?"
"Your Excellency has great martial arts, but you can't even think of throwing dirty water on Kunlun because of this."
"Kunlun does not cause trouble, nor is it afraid of trouble."
Huang Liang never expressed his stance because this guy's eyes were fixed on me.
Look from top to bottom, and then move from bottom to top.
He looked complicated and wanted to cry but had no tears.
Finally, he closed his eyes and said as if he were dead: "What do you want to do with these fortune-telling hall disciples?"
"Commander Huang."
Song Qiangwei, who was enjoying herself, turned her head in shock and said in disbelief: "You..."
Huang Liang raised his hand and said calmly: "You go out and stay outside. You are not allowed to step into the box without my order."
Song Qiangwei was shocked, but she didn't know why and asked: "Why is this so?"
"Get out." Huang Liang refused to refute: "Immediately, immediately, otherwise you will be whipped from the door."
