The leather whip in the hand of this fat official surnamed Chen is made of python skin. Officials are children of local prominent families, so they are naturally practitioners. On weekdays, he casually whipped the fleshy parts of these quarrymen's bodies, and they were severely injured.
Now the whip hit the man's forehead firmly, and the hearts of the people around him, including the guard sergeant not far away, jumped, thinking that he should not beat the man to death directly.
Punishment and torture are naturally indispensable in this kind of quarry where most of the prisoners are hard laborers. But no matter what, it is always difficult to explain the loss of human life and loss of population, which is extremely troublesome.
So even the official surnamed Chen couldn't help being taken aback. According to his original thought, no matter how dazed the man was, he would subconsciously dodge it, so his whip fell on the man's shoulder Or the chest and other fleshy places, although painful but not serious.
How did he think that this man didn't even respond to the whip that came down head-on.
The whip was separated from the man's face, but the next scene that fell into everyone's sight was not bloody at all. There was no scar on the man's face, not even a white mark. , but there was a strange, faint glow shining on his face.
Around his face and around his hair, dust was flying outwards, as if blown away by the force of the whip.
Everyone froze for a moment.
The official surnamed Chen was stunned at first, but in the next moment, his face became pale and his lips began to tremble.
He is a cultivator, although he is only in the three realms, but he knows that this faint glow comes from the natural appearance of the true essence in his body, and only a strong practitioner can lose the true essence in his body when he is hit hard. Unnaturally aroused outwardly.
"You..." He said a word in a trembling voice, but he was a little speechless.
Although the roster of these people is not familiar by heart, at least he has seen it. Among all the prisoners and hard labor in this quarry, how could there be such a practitioner
The dust between the hair and skin of this man's body continued to fly out, and in the faint glow on his body, the dust was dyed with a wonderful color, which looked a little holy.
Not only the man's body and clothes, but also everything within a few meters around him became abnormally clean, those fine stone powders were all gently pushed out by an invisible force.
The man still had a somewhat absent-minded expression on his face. He listened to the vibrato of the official historian surnamed Chen, and he was still in his own world. He just asked, "I just heard your discussion. gone?"
The moment he opened his mouth, the tyrannical official surnamed Chen in the past subconsciously took a step back in shock, "Ye Xiao, the old powerful family, set up an array behind Yinshan to lock the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm. The adopted son later committed suicide, which is now known in the world."
"Things that the world knows?" The man shook his head, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face, "I don't know."
The officials surnamed Chen had difficulty talking for a while, but in the next moment, he regained some courage. After all, this quarry is an important place for military strategists, and it is controlled by the army outside. Many ordnance symbols.
"Who the hell are you?" So he braved up and shouted.
"Usually you punish these people arbitrarily, and you are ruthless. Over the years, although I haven't directly seen anyone killed by you, I think there are always some who died indirectly at your hands, and today you beat me Whip, if you cut off your arm, I will spare your life." After saying this, the man smiled wryly and said to himself, "Everything that the world knows is that there can be no mistakes."
The official surnamed Chen trembled.
Whether it's a finger or an arm, they are all flesh and blood, and he certainly doesn't want to lose them.
In the next moment, he made up his mind, as if he was about to nod his head and give in, but there was a fierceness in his eyes that seemed to be about to fight for death, and the true energy in his body rushed to his feet frantically, and with a violent sound of breaking through the air, His body flew backwards like a rock thrown by a catapult.
"You want to rebel..."
At the same time, he yelled loudly, just wanting to escape from this person's sight as soon as possible.
However, all of his movements, including his movements, the flow of true energy in his body, and the reactions of all the soldiers around and all the practitioners in this quarry, are not suitable for this man who is shining with a strange light at this time. But it was too slow.
This is not a level of existence.
When the official surnamed Chen thought about it, before the real energy in his body began to flow, this man already knew his choice.
He just turned his head and glanced at the official surnamed Chen who was yelling while retreating violently, and with a puff, an invisible force had already landed on the official surnamed Chen's neck.
The yelling of the official surnamed Chen stopped abruptly, and his head flew upwards with the hot blood in his cavity.
"don't want!"
A sharp shout came to mind.
A figure fell on the field like a ghost.
This is an enshrined prisoner guarding the place. He stopped all the sergeants who wanted to move immediately. Even so, his eyes and pupils were full of deep fear at the moment, and his hands were constantly shaking in his sleeves with.
This priest is a cultivator at the peak of the five realms. He has never seen a fight between masters in his life, but only at that moment, he can be sure that this person's realm is too terrifying, and he is definitely a first-class master.
Moreover, through this person's previous words and some weird expressions, he vaguely guessed a possibility, which made him even more unsteady in breathing.
After all, if it is really that person... he is a cultivator whom even Emperor Yuanwu fears.
"Are you... Master Fang Xiumu of Fanghou Mansion?"
Without daring to stop, he bowed to the man with a strange glow and asked.
"I am Fang Xiumu."
The man didn't deny it, but said lightly: "But now there is Fanghou Mansion in Changling?"
The priest of the criminal division did not dare to answer, nor could he answer, because according to the exact rumors before, the old Hou Ye of Fanghou's mansion had led his troops to die in Yangshan County, and Fang Xing had also died... Fang Xiumu had already died. Refuse the holy will to leave Changling, so can Changling still have Fanghou Mansion now
Fang Xiumu shook his head lightly, he was in a very strange state at this time, his body was already extremely clean, but as if representing his emotions at this time, he still brushed his head unconsciously. Brushing his clothes, he stopped talking and started to walk away.
This is already a good ending for this place.
However, the priest's mood swings were too severe at this time, and he couldn't help but asked again, "How can someone like you stay here?"