This is not a long-distance running competition, and you are not a cheerleader. Am I mistaken?
But some people really believe that Yan Feng can handle it.
Moreover, there are many such people.
If Yan Feng can handle it, they all want to give it a try.
Listen, create miracles, create myths...
I have to say that Tang Xiaobao is very good at confusing people.
But these people below have no idea what that kind of pain is like.
Only Yan Feng can understand it.
After hearing Tang Xiaobao's words, he really wanted to bite Tang Xiaobao to death.
He wanted to die.
Now he is eager to die.
He couldn't stand the pain at all.
Let alone five minutes, I can't bear it for even two minutes.
He firmly believes this.
It's not that he isn't strong enough, it's that Tang Xiaobao's methods are too evil.
How can he think about carrying it down now?
As a result, after one minute and thirty seconds, he gave up.
Really gave up.
"I lost, kill me quickly, kill me quickly, please! Ancestor, father, grandfather, kill me!"
sweat……
Once he collapsed, Yan Feng had no fighting spirit and could say anything.
When he shouted, the eyes of the people below him dropped to the floor.
Is it that painful?
Can't stand it anymore?
Is it too weak?
Tang Xiaobao looked at the time: "Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on, it's already one minute and thirty seconds now, wow, it's almost one minute and forty seconds, I passed the test in just over three minutes."
He didn't seem to hear Yan Feng's plea for mercy.
sweat……
It seemed like he was helping Yan Feng cheat.
Yan Feng even cried.
He really cried.
He rolled directly towards Tang Xiaobao, and then grabbed the other person's pants with both hands.
Tang Xiaobao jumped away quickly.
"Hey, this won't work. If you do this, you will lose. You can't admit defeat. You have to persist. Maybe you can really do it. Bah, bah, bah, you can do it. You just can. You are the best. You have to believe in yourself.
"
Sigh, Tang Xiaobao is so bad.
Yan Feng now regards Tang Xiaobao as a devil.
There is no longer any thought of confrontation.
"I was wrong, grandpa, please forgive me. I will give you all the money. I just want it to end soon. I can't stand it anymore."
Yan Feng cried.
The people below all turned pale with fear.
They all looked at Tang Xiaobao in fear.
It's so cruel. This method is really cruel.
I've seen cruel people, but I've never seen such cruel people.
What kind of methods are these? How can people be tortured like this?
You are calling me grandpa, you were so tough just now!
Tang Xiaobao didn't want to really hurt Yan Feng to death.
He stepped forward and put his palm on Yan Feng's head, and the innate energy came back from his palm in an instant.
The pain is relieved immediately.
Poor Yan Feng, he was a proud and aloof leader one second ago, but now he is a dead dog.
The clothes on his body were all soaked with sweat, and the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of feces and urine was very unpleasant.
Tang Xiaobao had jumped away, covering his nose and looking at Yan Feng with a depressed look on his face.
What if you said you're not afraid of death?
Are you going to stick to your promise?
Where has your confidence gone?
Where has your courage gone?
Yan Feng collapsed to the ground, with no strength left in his body. He didn't even want to move his fingers. His whole body was still shaking rhythmically. The pain passed, but he was still fresh in his memory.
If he could still be alive today, that painful feeling would penetrate deep into his bones and make him unforgettable forever.
"Hey, that's almost it. You lose."
Tang Xiaobao coughed, covered his nose with one hand, finished speaking in a buzzing voice, and threw another card to the other party.
"Start making payments now. People are going to die. No matter how much money you leave, it will be easier for others. If you don't want to suffer again, just transfer it more cleanly. Don't leave any green hills for you. If you have green hills, you won't have firewood."
of."
Tang Xiaobao warned.
Yan Feng picked up the card with difficulty and glanced at Tang Xiaobao. His eyes were filled with deep fear.
He took out his mobile phone and started to transfer money tremblingly.
Soon, Tang Xiaobao's text message rang.
He took a look and saw that 500 billion was worth a little bit and there were still some fractions. It was estimated that Yan Feng had lost all his money.
Tang Xiaobao went over, picked up the other party's phone and said, "Let me see if you are honest or not."
Yan Feng almost ran out of breath and fainted.
How long has this been? Can you be dishonest?
Are you just irritating?
Tang Xiaobao checked it and nodded: "I actually left a dime."
Poof! Yan Feng squirted a mouthful of old blood.
That dime cannot be transferred. After the handling fee, only one cent is left.
Isn't this clean enough?
It's much cleaner than his face.
He really has nothing now.
Fortunately, he had already prepared and made up his mind to die.
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Forget it, I am still very merciful. In fact, seeing you in so much pain, I still can't bear it. Let's forget it this time and won't hold you accountable."
sweat……
Everyone was speechless.
Can this matter be pursued?
You are too cruel.
"Kill me1"
Yan Feng murmured: "I beg you."
Tang Xiaobao said: "It's none of my business whether I kill you or not. You are the second disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. If I want to kill you, it will be Meng Yazi who comes to clean up the family. It's none of my business. Just stay alone."
Just after I finished speaking, a group of people stepped in at the door of the meeting hall.
The leader was an old man, none other than Meng Yazi. He was now being supported by a man in his thirties. However, both of them were covered in blood and were completely tortured into shape.
Fortunately, their spirits are not too bad. It seems that they were tortured a lot in the dungeon.
Not only them, but there were more than 20 people behind them, all covered in blood, everyone was supporting each other with excitement on their faces.
Wan Ru hurriedly stepped forward and supported Meng Yazi, almost in tears: "Master!"
Everyone turned to look at the gate.
It's like treating Meng Yazi as his own father, and feeling sorry for him from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, seeing Meng Yazi aged like this and suffering so much, I couldn't help but feel sad and finally shed tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry, good boy, it's all thanks to you this time!"
Meng Yazi patted Wanru's shoulder and squeezed out a smile of relief.
These injured disciples were all Meng Yazi's cronies and elites of the Divine Sword Sect. They were all captured by Yan Feng's design, but they would rather die than surrender, and none of them betrayed the sect.
But the hatred in their hearts was extremely strong.
As soon as they entered, they stared at all the fellow disciples in the hall with complicated eyes.
These disciples all lowered their heads, feeling guilty and not daring to look at them.
The newly recruited disciples were very unfamiliar to Meng Yazi and others, and no one paid attention to them when they were kneeling there.
Meng Yazi and his eldest disciple Du Yuanfei came to the high platform together.