Murong Xiao was stunned by the punch, and his face was burning with pain. After all, Fan Zhiyi knew that this was his only chance to attack, so he used all his strength.
Murong Xiao's followers reacted first and immediately surrounded him: "Master, Master! Are you okay?"
"Chase him! Chase him!" Murong Xiao roared. All his rationality was shattered by Fan Zhiyi. He was almost overwhelmed by this man's shamelessness.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi running desperately while holding his hand, and was hesitant to speak.
In fact, they don't have to run.
Fan Zhiyi felt that this was his highlight moment. It was awesome, really awesome. He hadn't been so rebellious in a long time. He had always felt very depressed in this world.
As he ran, Fan Zhiyi shouted, "Keep your word! You said you wouldn't need spiritual power, and you told me to use three moves, but I've only used one! If you don't keep your word, I can't control my mouth sometimes. If I spread rumors in front of others, don't blame me!"
Fan Zhiyi roared extremely loudly. If Bing Nandong had not been there and wanted to pay attention to his image, he would have simply started crawling around like a monkey in the mountains.
What is this? This is the breath of freedom!
This sentence silenced the three people who were about to use their spiritual power. The two followers glanced at Murong Xiao and said, "Sir, are we still going to use magic?"
"What's the use? Chase after me!"
He is indeed the son of a great immortal family. Although he is a little despicable and vicious, he has not used any uncivilized words to curse him even at this point. In Fan Zhiyi's impression, the style of Tianyun Sect has finally changed.
Thanks to Xue Xiuniang's relentless pursuit, thanks to the various ghosts and monsters who pestered him, thanks to He An, and thanks to himself, Fan Zhiyi felt that he could escape more easily now.
There is no need to say much about Bing Nandong's physical strength. Even Fan Zhiyi feels that this brother can run faster than him. He follows behind him purely to help him cover his retreat when necessary.
However, Murong Xiao could not catch up with them no matter what, and the distance between them seemed to be quite far. This was beyond Fan Zhiyi's expectations. It was obvious that they were lazy in their daily practice.
That’s it, and you still want to beat Bing Nandong? You’re dreaming.
Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Fan Zhiyi and the others, Murong Xiao was so tired that he stopped. His two followers supported him. Murong Xiao could only show off his strength verbally: "Fan Zhiyi, you are just a pitiful dog, wagging your tail and begging for mercy at everyone. Do you think I don't know what methods you used to make Bing Nandong change his mind about you? It's nothing but those despicable tricks. I advise you to be smart and come over to apologize. Maybe this way, I will leave you a way out in the future and let you continue to stay in Tianyunmen and use your physique to give me..."
With a "bang", a punch hit Murong Xiao's other face. The one who attacked was Bing Nandong, and Fan Zhiyi failed to hold Bing Nandong back.
This punch was much more powerful than Fan Zhiyi's, and it knocked Murong Xiao to the ground, causing two lines of blood to flow from his nose.
From the side and back, Fan Zhiyi could only see Bing Nandong's tense profile, and then the guy went up and punched him again and again without hesitation.
Everyone was stunned. Fan Zhiyi had never thought that Bing Nandong would have such an angry side.
Murong Xiao could only be beaten. At this point, the two followers no longer cared about whether to use magic or not or whether it was against the rules. If this continued, the young master would be seriously injured, and they would not have a good life.
But obviously, their magic was no match for Bing Nandong. The mere presence of Bing Nandong's unsheathed sword floating around was enough to keep the two men out.
Fan Zhiyi didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and he didn't care what others said about him. Anyway, it wouldn't cause any substantial harm, so he quickly went up and grabbed Bing Nandong, restraining his arms.
The sword didn't stop him, and Fan Zhiyi actually succeeded. He looked over and saw Murong Xiao had been beaten into a pig's head.
"You guys? What are you doing?" Someone suddenly shouted, and then Fan Zhiyi and the others were all caught in one go, without missing a single one.
***
"To be fighting in the mountains is so disgraceful and totally disregards the dignity of the Tianyun Sect!
They were taken to the Law Enforcement Hall and met an old acquaintance, the exceptionally strict Second Elder whom they had met at Xue's residence. "Spread your hands, palms ten."
The disciples who received the order walked in front of the kneeling people with rulers in their hands, stood in front of each of them, and then the rhythmic sound of the rulers beating was heard.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear it after just two or three hits. This disciple must have a grudge against him, why did he hit him so hard?
"Spread it out!" The Second Elder glared at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and stretched out his hand again, not noticing Bing Nandong looking at him and about to speak. The Second Elder continued, "If you plead for him, he will add another five feet."
By the end of the round, Fan Zhiyi was numb from the pain. The Second Elder continued, "Bing Nandong, as the eldest brother, did not set an example and instead allowed his junior brothers to misbehave. He should be beaten ten feet. Murong Xiao, as the son of the head of the sect, did not know the etiquette. He should be beaten ten feet. The rest of you who did not give advice should also be beaten ten feet."
Another round of torture began, and Fan Zhiyi thought it was over, but then the Second Elder said, "Fan Zhiyi is provoking a dispute..."
Fan Zhiyi refused to admit it: "Wait, Elder, please be wise. It was Murong Xiao who first started to slander and insult us..."
"You're talking nonsense! Look at our young master's handsome face. You two have beaten him to a pulp. Elder, please investigate!"
"I don't know the etiquette." The elder sentenced, "Five feet each."
How could he be so rude again? Fan Zhiyi was speechless. He and the follower who spoke were each hit five times.
Fan Zhiyi felt like his palms were about to be broken into pieces, but at least the torture was finally over.
"Except Fan Zhiyi, the rest of you will kneel for two hours, and Fan Zhiyi will kneel for three hours."
No, why?
Forget it, his resistance was futile. Fan Zhiyi lowered his head and tried not to show any dissatisfaction, so as not to be accused of being ignorant of etiquette and be punished more severely.
However, he chose to remain silent. Bing Nandong spoke up, his tone rather defiant: "Why? If we talk about beatings, I hit more, so if there's a bigger punishment, it should be me."
"Yes, why? You hit me so many times, why should he kneel for the same amount of time as me? I'm the victim..."
"Shut up! This punishment is to teach you a lesson. Don't talk nonsense." The elder's tone was filled with warning. "Know what to say and what to keep to yourself. I will report this to the headmaster. As for Bing Nandong, you must remember the cost of your impulsive behavior and think twice before doing anything. And Fan Zhiyi, based on your confessions, you were the one who started this. You must make an example of him."
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