Oh shit!

It turns out that Qiu Liu learned his stupidity from Lu Sheng.

Lin Xing's terrifying spiritual power erupted, and countless resentful spirits wailed behind him, as if an endless abyss had been torn apart. The domineering aura of a Half-Step Fusion Stage cultivator was fully revealed: "Elder Lu, this is the Prison Hall, not your Qingyun Peak. If you don't behave, get out!"

In terms of cultivation, Lin Xing is not as good as Lu Sheng.

But in the prison hall.

It was not difficult for Lin Xing to kill Lu Sheng.

Except for Lu Hen Ge, everyone in Qingyun Peak is really an idiot.

The more Lin Xing thought about it, the angrier he became. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out from his dry palm, mixed with tumbling black spiritual energy.

Bang!

Bang!

Qiu Liu's beautiful cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and she flew backwards. In the blink of an eye, she hit the stone pillar of the hall, and the entire prison hall shook.

Ye Feng's face also became red and swollen. This time, he really vomited blood and was not pretending.

The incident happened so suddenly!

Lu Sheng had no time to react at all.

"Who gave you the guts to address the Holy Son by his name?!"

"Lu Sheng doesn't know how to teach people, so I'll teach you!"

Lin Xing's eyes were cold.

Qiu Liu covered her swollen cheeks and was about to cry out in pain, but when she noticed Lin Xing's gaze, she swallowed back her grievances.

Ye Feng kept coughing up blood: "Why did Elder Lin hit me?"

It's understandable that you hit Qiu Liu.

But Ye Feng didn't do anything.

Lin Xing looked at him coldly and said, "I am not happy with you. Do I need any other reason?"

Womany chirp!

The one below is completely unnecessary.

Ye Feng was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare show any dissatisfaction on the surface. In the Three Thousand Dao Sect, he should never offend anyone but the people in the Prison Hall, especially Lin Xing.

Lu Sheng's face was as cold as ice, and the look he gave Lin Xing became extremely hostile: "What do you mean, Elder Lin? Attacking a junior without any reason is not in accordance with the rules of the Three Thousand Dao Sect."

"Elder Lu, do you want to have a duel with me?"

Lin Xing took a step forward.

Behind.

Countless resentful spirits stopped wailing. A huge human-faced skull emerged from the rolling black spiritual energy, its scarlet eyes staring at Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng looked grim.

She is not afraid of a one-on-one fight.

But the problem is.

This is the Prison Warden's Hall.

If a real fight breaks out, she's afraid she won't get the upper hand.

Everyone swallowed their saliva. When the big guys fight, the spectators suffer.

"Liu'er, come here."

Lu Sheng spoke softly.

Qiu Liu carefully returned to Lu Sheng's side and stayed away from Lin Xing.

Right at this moment.

Lu Hen Ge spoke gently and waved towards Qiu Liu: "Junior sister, your face must be hurting. Come here and let me take a look."

This gentle tone seemed to bring back the old days. No matter what mistakes he made, Lu Hen Ge would always say in a gentle tone that it was okay, as he had his senior brother here.

Brother, are you back to normal?

Qiu Liu glanced at Lu Sheng, and Lu Sheng did not object.

Then, Qiu Liu came to Lu Henge and put her red and swollen face close to him, her beautiful eyes filled with tears: "Brother, it's all swollen. You have to make more pills for me to compensate me."

Qiu Liu had already made up her mind that as long as Lu Hen Ge was willing to continue helping her refine pills in the future, she would still be willing to reluctantly call him senior brother. After all, in the Three Thousand Dao Sect, Lu Hen Ge's alchemy skills had long been extraordinary, even Elder Yao was slightly inferior to him.

Bang!!!

Another slap.

"It's only swollen on one side, which is not pretty."

"It's more pleasing to the eye because the two sides are symmetrical."

Lu Hen Ge shook his hands.

no!

He has no cultivation now, so he can't swell Qiu Liu's face with one slap.

"Elder Lin, please help me."

"Make her face symmetrical."

Lu Hen Ge asked Lin Xing for help, but Lin Xing was a little slow to react.

This slap didn't hurt Qiu Liu at all, but it was a great humiliation to her. Her beautiful features turned ferocious, like a ghost. "Lu Henge, you dare to hit me!!!"

Next second.

Qiu Liu flew backwards again.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Qiu Liu's face was symmetrical this time.

Lin Xing indifferently withdrew his palm: "If you hear anyone calling the Holy Son's name again, you will be imprisoned in the Sword Prison for sixty years."

Lu Hen Ge looked at Qiu Liu, whose head was swollen like a pig, with satisfaction, and felt much more relieved.

I didn’t hit Ye Feng but you, right? You like it when a dog barks!