The sect master was announcing the punishment, but he laughed out loud.
Zhao Lijun couldn't wait to sew his mouth. Liu Yu was punished. He gloated with a woolen thread. Now that he is miserable, the master must be furious and he will be sent to Africa.
Thinking about it this way, the heart to cry is gone.
"Zhao Lijun, do you know Wang Jian and Jing Hao?"
Zhang Feng locked Zhao Lijun with a gloomy look, and asked slowly.
Zhao Lijun, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled again, and the majesty of the sect master put him under great pressure.
Not to mention, Zhang Feng is the only SS-level killer in the world. Inside the dark night gate, it is an untouchable legend. When the two names are added together, even if the hall master of the Zhanzi Hall arrives and is named, Also weigh in your heart.
"Return to the sect master, your subordinates... know them." Zhao Lijun answered truthfully, very nervous.
Wang Jian and Jing Hao are the celebrities of Zhanzitang, and they are both first-class in strength, otherwise they would not be transferred to Zhang Feng to protect the wife of the master.
Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Then, do you know where they two went?"
Zhao Lijun showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Return to the sect master, subordinates... I know that they went back to the headquarters and were fined to practice in retreat, and they were not allowed to pass after the eighth rank.
"It seems that you don't know." Zhang Feng snorted, "The lesson is right in front of you, but you knowingly committed it, what crime should you do?"
The flirtatious words made Zhao Lijun tremble with fright, and hurriedly shouted: "Sect Master, the subordinates know that they are wrong, and they will never dare to do it again. The subordinates are only under the seventh rank and want to break through to the eighth rank. What year and month..."
"Idiot shut up!" Liu Yu knelt and kicked Zhao Lijun to the ground. "The master is promoting you, what your special mother is calling, others can't ask for such an opportunity!"
Zhao Lijun looked dazed and didn't understand at all.
He is an impatient scumbag. He is straightforward. He will only follow the orders from the superior. He will never work around. Even if he smashes his head and saves his life, he will squat to the end.
Today, if it weren't for being stunned by Liu Yu and ordered by Ding Xiaoshan, he would definitely not mess around.
"But... But... The order is Secretary Ding..." Zhao Lijun didn't finish his words.
He was kicked by Liu Yu and rolled out.
In front of the doorkeeper, Ding Xiaoshan was sold, and when Ding Xiaoshan was punished, he must avenge this mindless idiot.
Zhang Feng looked at the two of them without making a sound, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.
"Sect Master, please punish this kid severely, he is stupid, he can't remember it!" Liu Yu glared at Zhao Lijun and said to Zhang Feng with his head down.
In an instant, Zhao Lijun's face turned pale, and being punished was his nightmare since childhood.
There are many adopted orphans and orphans of disciples in the dark night gate. These people have to receive uniform training. The coaches are all disciples with relatively high positions in the dark night gate, and they are basically all from the blood of the dead mountain. Don't keep your hands.
"Zhao Lijun!" Zhang Feng said faintly, and then shocked Zhao Lijun.
"Belong to... Subordinates are here!"
Zhao Lijun hurriedly got up and knelt down again.
Zhang Feng looked directly at him, and said lightly: "You go to Wang Jian and Jing Hao, just say that I arranged you to be a sparring practice for both of them until they reach the eighth level of cultivation and leave the customs."
"Isn't it?" Zhao Lijun came up with Han Jin, and called out in horror.
It is not too difficult for ordinary martial artists to work hard to reach Rank 7, but if you want to break through to Rank 8.
Before going to bed or in his dream, Zhao Lijun imagined that he would become an 8-Rank master, become a high-level player in the dark night gate, and have his own place, so that he would really try hard. Just practicing this hard is enough for him to have a headache.
"Second!" Zhang Feng said with an indifferent expression: "You have to reach the eighth-grade cultivation base before you can leave the customs, and then report to me, otherwise, you will be in the prison of punishment in Zhanzitang, do it. A janitor."
Zhao Lijun was stunned on the spot and almost really cried.
He understood that if he couldn't break through the eighth rank, he would really have to be a janitor in the wicked "cage".
"Don't hurry up and thank the sect master Hong En?" Liu Yu shouted at him.
Zhao Lijun recovered and thanked Zhang Feng with a bitter expression.
Zhang Feng didn't say any more, turned his head to look at Luo Yina, and said: "You are not in the car yet, do you plan to stay here with the corpse overnight?"
"I don’t want to ride in your car and run on the street (Motor
A complex of street cars and sports cars in the carriage) is a special car for picking up girls. You want me to be afraid of being on your back, so beautiful you! "Luo Yina embraced her arms, and started with a proud voice.
"You still have some understanding of motorcycles." Zhang Feng smiled leisurely and started the motorcycle engine, "Since you don't make my car, then stay here with the corpse!"
After he turned the accelerator, the rear wheel of the motorcycle turned wildly. Amid the harsh friction and green smoke, he turned the front of the car and aimed it at the factory gate.
Seeing that Zhang Feng was really going to leave, Luo Yina shuddered when she looked at the two guys kneeling on the ground and didn't mean to help her at all. She also looked at the corpse on the ground with a sunken chest and vomiting blood.
"I don't want to spend the night with the corpse!"
Screaming, Luo Yina jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle, grabbed Zhang Feng's waist without hesitation, and crawled on his back.
The two of them didn't wear much, and when they hugged each other, they immediately felt each other's body temperature, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
Zhang Feng raised the corner of his mouth, twisted the accelerator, and BMW ran away amidst the roar of the engine.
Liu Yu craned his neck to look at the door. Hearing the sound of the engine going away, he stood up with his teeth and saw that Zhao Lijun was still kneeling on the ground, reaching out and pulling him up.
"Why are you crying and crying? The sect master is promoting you, but if you don't understand it, it's really useless!"
Hearing this, Zhao Lijun looked at him in confusion and asked, "Is it okay for the master to punish him very heavily?"
Liu Yu collapsed, and patiently explained to him: "You use your mind. Two famous geniuses, Wang Jian and Jing Hao, will train for you. Your cultivation level is still not awkward. Channeling, breaking through the eighth rank, that is a matter of time.
Didn’t the sect master say that when you break through the eighth product, you should report to him. Then, it’s when the sect master reuses you.
Boy, you are in fortune, sooner or later you will develop! "
After a few words, after thinking about what Zhao Lijun said in the mist, he suddenly realized the expression, "So that's what happened!"
"Pig brain, hurry up, brother, I have to report to Jianzitang. I don’t know if I can pass the assessment. If I don’t get the excellent in general subjects, I will be very miserable. I have to quickly find someone in Jianzitang Just ask."
With that said, the two contacted Ding Xiaoshan and sent someone to clean up the corpse and clean up the aftermath...
(End of this chapter)