This made Lin Qianjue, but it was simply unbearable.
He can accept a hundred deaths, but the torture that is better than death makes him unbearable at all!
"Tell me, did you arrange it?"
Lu Feng's eyes were cold and asked again.
"Huh! What about it?"
Lin Qianju took a deep breath, and then hummed back.
"I tell you, dealing with you what I meant."
"I heard that when you were fighting at that time, there was a female warrior on the ring and death platform, because you died because of you?"
When Lin Qianju said here, Lu Feng's facial muscles were beating twice without controlling.
Of course he remembered that when he was in the Western Martial Artist circle, Lu Feng represented Li Hao's martial arts Zongmen to fight against other warrior Zongmen.
In fact, the martial arts Zongmen also had the courage to fight with Lu Feng because of joining the martial arts of the East.
At that time, Lu Feng's strength was not as powerful as it is now, so he was quickly defeated by the owner of the other party.
Even the other party had to get a dead hand and played a terrible punch to Lu Feng.
But at this time, a female disciple of Li Hao's Zongmen, who came forward regardless of her, helped Lu Feng block such an attack.
Lu Feng, safe and sound.
The female warrior died on the spot and never woke up again.
That thing, for Lu Feng, is always a hurdle that can never go through.
The name of Lu Feng's daughter, Lu Yao, was the name of the female warrior, which was used to remember.
At this time, Lin Qianjue mentioned this again, so that Lu Feng's mind, the anger rose instantly.
After all, Lin Qianjue is the culprit.
If he did not explain his men, he would not have the battle to Lu Feng, and there would be no battle.
And if there is no battle, the female warrior will not die.
Unfortunately, there is no if there is no possibility in this world.
Lu Feng couldn't do anything. The only thing he could do was to kill Lin Qianjie and avenged the snow to those who passed away.
"hehe."
Seeing that Lu Feng's expression changed drastically, Lin Qianqian leaked a sneer.
"Do you want to anger me intentionally, and then let me give you a happy way of death?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."
Lin Qianjue gritted his teeth. He did not expect that Lu Feng was so fast, so he guessed his thoughts.
He really wanted to use this method just now to deliberately irritate Lu Feng.
After all, instead of being tortured to death, it is better to come directly to a happy death method.
But but Lu Feng just won't let her as expected.
In fact, death is not terrible, it is a moment.
But the process of waiting for death will definitely be shocked.
Just like the ancient prisoners who were about to be beheaded, the moment the sister -in -law waved the knife and beheaded, there was nothing.
The time when the sister -in -law held the knife in the air, but it could scare life.
At this time, Lu Feng was obviously deliberately let Lin Qianjue realize this feeling.
Appreciate this kind of death before coming, fear and helplessness.
After all, the hatred between Lu Feng and Lin Qianjue has accumulated too much.
If Lu Feng falls in Lin Qianjue's hands, Lin Qianjue will definitely not let Lu Feng die easily.
So now, Lin Qianjue has been planted in Lu Feng's hands, then he will never know how to die for Lin Qianjue.
"I give you two options."
"Kill me now, or let me go."
Lin Qianju squinted slightly, gritting his teeth.
However, his words were very ridiculous in Lu Feng.
At this time, as the winner, Lin Qianjue's life and death were controlled in Lu Feng's hands.
Lin Qianjue, how can he be qualified, what choices do you make?
"How can you be qualified to choose."
Lu Feng threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, then picked up a wooden thorn next to him, and stabbed Lin Qianjue's thighs fiercely.
"This time, please recover blood debts for the 2,000 members of Yumeng."
The sharp wooden thorns that were more than ten centimeters were directly pierced into Lin Qianjue's thighs.
How painful can this way make people?
Think about it, and a small thorn on your hand will be painful.
At this time, the sharp wood thorn in Lu Feng's hand was like a wooden pointed knife.
Pluck it into the meat, the pain brought by it is definitely unbearable.
Lin Qianjie was injured. At this time, there were more wounds, which made him unbearable. He bit his teeth.
Immediately afterwards, I saw that Lu Feng slowly reached out, and even slowly pulled out the wooden thorn.
With the burning wooden thorns, slowly pulling out from the flesh, the pain makes people unimaginable.
Lin Qianjie can tolerate it, and at this time, he couldn't help making a scream.
"Then, calculate the blood debt of my Yunlan Mountain Warrior."
Lu Feng's voice sounded, and the bloody thorns in his hand tied again.