The reason why many disciples who made mistakes were honest after leaving the imperial court was that they were afraid of the King of Hell.

They were simply convinced.

It's really ruthless to start, and you don't keep any moves.

Yun Tian Zhenren laughed: "They are just here to watch the battle."

"This time, the Qifeng Discussion is rare, why don't they come?"

"It's not just them, the Lord of Wanbao Pavilion, the Lord of the Sutra Pavilion, and the Medicine Master of Baicao Garden will come."

"As long as they don't play, let them see." Tianji Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, it's Master Xing."

"It's over, when I see him, my calves start to tremble."

"I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me."

"I have to change the distance. I'm so close, I always feel like I'm pinching my neck."

Zhen Xing's arrival caused a sensation among all his disciples.

Even some elders looked unnatural.

In the Koushan Sect, we have always treated everyone equally.

Once you make a mistake, no matter who you are, you will be dragged into the prison hall and you will be released in the last education class.

These hundreds of years old elders were beaten a lot in the butts.

"Actually, think about it from another perspective."

"If the execution hall participates, the execution may bring ridicule."

"The butt will never be kicked less."

Several elders discussed secretly and smiled badly.

Suddenly, Zhen Xing actually looked over.

He smiled kindly at the few people.
Chapter completed!