Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1333 Thirty lashes too few?

Jiang Tian shook his head and sighed, so he suppressed his eagerness and practiced step by step.

Rumble!

Amidst the dull roar, the dazzling purple scales bloomed again, and the rolling power of the cold spirit gathered into a vortex, quickly submerging Jiang Tian's figure.

...

While Jiang Tian was practicing in seclusion, in a luxurious courtyard on the east side of the mountainside of Feiyun Peak, Elder Meng was sitting upright in the hall, instructing a few disciples to practice.

This was his residence, and the few young disciples who bowed in front of him and listened to the instruction were all wearing cyan Feiyun martial robes, they were Feiyunfeng's outer disciples.

These people are also some of his favorite disciples, but for some reason, Elder Meng today has an angry expression on his face, and his eyes are quite gloomy, as if he is in a very bad mood.

In fact, it's not just today, but since the end of the sect martial arts meeting, his face has never looked good again.

These disciples more or less understood some of the situation, so they were respectful and trembling in front of him, lest they would touch his bad luck.

But even so, these people made a little mistake during their practice, which still made him very angry. It was not enough to scold them on the spot, and they even called them to the living room to chatter and reprimand them endlessly.

"...You guys really let this old man down!"

"Yes, yes, this disciple knows his mistake... please calm down, elder!"

"The disciple will be beaten and punished at will, I just ask the elder not to be extremely angry and hurt himself!"

Several disciples looked fearful, but they had no choice but to beg for mercy and comfort each other.

Although all these disciples sincerely repented, Elder Meng still refused to let go of the evil fire that came from nowhere. On the contrary, his words became more severe and his emotions became more irritable.

"Idiots, idiots! It's a waste of the old man's painstaking efforts to cultivate you. You have been in the sect for almost three years. What was your cultivation level back then, and what is it now?"

"Idiots, idiots, a bunch of idiots!" Elder Meng yelled angrily, scolding these disciples bloody.

The corners of these disciples' eyes twitched wildly, their faces were extremely ugly, and they had long been slandering in their hearts, but they never dared to do anything wrong in front of this elder.

Elder Meng's temper is notoriously bad, and his methods are quite cruel. If he offends him, how can there be good results?

In desperation, they could only continue to admit their mistakes, beg for mercy, and comfort each other endlessly.

"Look at those disciples who entered the sect with you. The worst ones are all first-class masters in the outer sect. What about you? You have spent nearly three years practicing on dogs?"

The faces of all the disciples were ashen, but they were annoyed but did not dare to refute.

It is true that some of the disciples who joined the sect with them have already ranked among the first-class geniuses of the outer sect, but that is only a small number of them, and most of them are not as powerful as them.

But at this time, even if they were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to argue with Elder Meng. They could only grit their teeth and sigh secretly, and endured it silently.

"Hmph! You really disappointed this old man! With your cultivation speed, everyone has become a pillar of the sect. Whether you can be promoted to the inner sect is still a question! You..."

hum!

Elder Meng was in the middle of scolding, when suddenly there was a wave outside the hall, and a ray of spiritual light flew into the hall in an instant, and there was a low buzzing sound.

"Message Talisman?" Elder Meng frowned, grabbed it with a livid face, and bound the spiritual light in his hand.

He was taken aback and couldn't help being startled, and then the anger on his face quickly faded away, and then his eyes shone brightly, and there was a hint of excitement between his brows!

Not only that, when he looked at the messenger talisman again, his old face suddenly glowed, his whole temperament changed, and he suddenly became happier!

"This..." Several disciples noticed his change, they couldn't help but looked at each other in surprise, and all frowned.

However, they only dared to communicate with each other with eyes, and did not dare to make any sound at all.

After all, the old man finally turned his face away. If he is offended again, who knows what the consequences will be?

After Elder Meng's face became warmer, all these disciples relaxed and became less nervous.

After pondering for a while, Elder Meng waved his hand: "All of you, let me practice well when you go back. If you don't make any progress next month, you will be severely punished!"

"Yes yes yes! Disciple remembers the elder's teaching!"

Everyone was startled when they heard the words, and then their hearts burst into ecstasy, nodding their heads like smashing garlic to salute the elder.

It seems that the scolding in front of him seems to be over, this can be said to be the best news I got today!

However, they seemed to be overjoyed too early, just when they bowed their heads and prepared to leave quickly, they were suddenly stopped by Elder Meng again!

"Wait a minute!" Elder Meng's face was gloomy, and a cold look flashed between his brows.

"Elder... What other teachings does the elder have?" The corners of the disciples' eyes twitched, and their faces tensed up.

"Hmph!" Elder Meng sneered, "Do you think this is the end?"

"This..." The corners of the disciples' eyes twitched wildly, shouting that it's not good!

"Hmph! You're thinking too simply!" Elder Meng shouted angrily, "Everyone goes to the Law Enforcement Hall to receive thirty lashes as punishment, go now!"

"Three... thirty whips?"

"hiss!"

When the disciples heard this, their faces changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Thirty lashes may not seem like much, but those who are familiar with the methods of the Law Enforcement Hall know that this is not an ordinary punishment.

This is a hard whip made of animal tendons. After being infused with spiritual power, it is as hard as iron. It only takes one whip to tear the robe, and two or three whips can break the spiritual power to protect the body.

The key point is that when the law enforcement hall executes punishment, any disciple must not use spiritual power to resist it, but can only bear it physically.

This is the point!

Without spiritual power protection, these disciples will definitely be bruised from the first whip!

Although the martial artist's physical strength is far superior to that of ordinary people, the whip of the law enforcement hall is designed to punish the martial artist, and the taste is not pleasant.

Three or five lashes is already unbearable, let alone thirty lashes!

"Elder, this disciple knows he was wrong, but can this punishment..."

The leading disciple, who was tall and tall, bit the bullet and begged for mercy. He was the only one among the five disciples who saw that he was a little taller, and others dared not even speak if he didn't show up.

"Why, thirty lashes is too little for you?" Elder Meng rolled his eyelids and said with a gloomy expression.

"Less? No! No, no, no! Thirty lashes is a lot, a lot!" The tall disciple's expression changed, and he complained incessantly.

He is not a fool, thirty lashes would be too much, how could it be too little?

But he knew that Elder Meng was urinating, and once he said this, things would probably become more and more troublesome!

Sure enough, the following scene made the five disciples' knees go limp, and they almost fell to their knees.

"Okay! Since you think it's too little, then fifty lashes!" Elder Meng chuckled, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hiss!" The five disciples looked at each other and gasped, their eyeballs almost popping out.