Fifty sticks, Lu Xiuwen needs to be punished on the spot.
Two disciples, each holding a two-meter-long, ten-finger-wide teaching stick, walked into the hall. Lu Xiuwen was directly pushed to the ground, and the two teaching sticks directly smashed into his waist and abdomen!
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound!
There was a dead silence in the church mourning hall, everyone stared at the teaching sticks falling one by one, Lu Xiuwen's handsome face suddenly turned pale with pain, and cold sweat flowed down.
Su Wan who was standing aside was startled by the crackling sound, her complexion turned slightly pale, her hands were nervously grabbing the hem of her clothes.
Fifty teaching sticks, even a strong disciple of the boxing school, can be beaten for two or three months without getting out of bed. Although Lu Xiuwen has good talent, but the training time is still short, but with twenty teaching sticks, his buttocks are already The beaten skin was ripped apart, dripping with blood, and as the blood-stained teaching stick was raised and lowered, blood splashed all over the ground, which looked shocking.
Ye Qingtang watched coldly, watching Lu Xiuwen's face turn blue from the beating, without the slightest sympathy in his eyes.
The tearing pain made Lu Xiuwen's brain buzz. As the prince of the Tianqi royal family, he had never been beaten so badly. His veins bulged from the pain, and he broke out in cold sweat. His pale lips The blood that has been asked for.
He raised his head angrily, and stared at the smiling Ye Qingtang with his hateful eyes.
If it wasn't for Ye Qingtang's sudden appearance, why would he suffer such humiliation in public!
After the fifty religious sticks were dropped, Lu Xiuwen's waist and abdomen were already bloody, and the blood was spread all over the floor, and his blood-stained legs twitched uncontrollably.
"Senior Brother Lu, this matter is also a lesson. In the future, you must take good care of your things. Don't let anyone with a heart take advantage of the opportunity." Ye Qingtang looked at her face with a half-smile The pale Lu Xiuwen.
Lu Xiuwen's aching teeth chattered, and he stared at Ye Qingtang firmly, making several hoarse voices from between his teeth.
"I will definitely remember this lesson in my heart!"
The most difficult time is over, he will never let Ye Qingtang off easily, the future is long, and he will find a chance to play her to death!
He will not accept the fifty religious sticks in vain. This matter has been decided today, and the Changyue cauldron has fallen into his hands. Become the first person in the outer sect of Xuanling Sect!
Although it was a loss, it was worth it!
Ye Qingtang straightened her body slightly, and suddenly she turned to look at the deacon sitting on the front seat and said, "I want to report to the deacon, Senior Brother Lu is not the murderer after all, and he has already received the punishment, which is enough. But The real murderer is the real culprit who hurt me, Senior Brother Yun."
As soon as Ye Qingtang said this, Lu Xiuwen, who was paralyzed on the ground, was startled. He vaguely felt that Ye Qingtang definitely had another trick.
"That's true. We must not condone such evils in the outer sect." The coach nodded.
A smile flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes, and she said immediately, "Since this person was able to steal Senior Brother Lu's saber and attack Senior Brother Yun during the mission, he must be a new disciple who participated in that mission. The Shangyue furnace cauldron that was stolen must have been hidden by that person, so I asked the deacon to order someone to search the rooms of all the disciples who participated in this mission and their space rings. I believe that we will soon be able to find out where the thing is hidden. , once found out, the identity of the real murderer will naturally be revealed."