Wuji also thought at first that he was furious and scolded thirteen and nine for fooling around. As a result, the reason for his anger was that Chu Yanqi collected useless slaves and kept eating and not working for nothing.
"Wait and see, all those useless slaves are sent out for me." Sang Changfeng said. "This and trial. Ruling. What does it matter? "
"They said that the master had a plot, so he had to be tried publicly." Promise deliberately said, "the master has repeatedly stated that there is no conspiracy. They still don’t believe it, but they also used torture to extract confessions and injured their owners. "
"Hum!" Sang Changfeng snorted and asked. "then?"
"If the master denies it, they will say that it is ok for the master to admit all the charges by himself. They will either skin the master and cramp him, and then sentence him to death." Promise continued.
"hmm!" Sangchangfeng nods, then eyes swept in the crowd, and asked, "you are all here to participate in the trial? Why do you represent the East Wilderness? "
When sang Changfeng came just now, they didn’t care, but. When he directly dumped Mo Boming in the face, Mo Boming didn’t even have the strength to fight back. Everyone knows that it is bound to be the strength of Sang Changfeng, far above Mo Boming, and Mo Boming can’t fight back.
Mo Boming has been sanctified and is the king of the Holy Spirit, and Sang Changfeng’s cultivation is far above him-what is the concept, and everyone doesn’t understand it.
Infant spirits period is the goal of many people who cultivate immortals, but in the Eastern Wilderness and infant spirits period, the number of people who cultivate immortals has not been very rich. After becoming the infant spirits period, they will go to a higher level, that is, they will become saints and become the king of the Holy Spirit.
And the existence above the holy spirit, that is, fairy?
They were just silent, and no one spoke.
"Are they all dead?" Sang Changfeng asked, "first, I want to know, in order to have a public trial, and second, my son has committed a crime and should be sentenced to such torture?" Third, on behalf of the Eastern Wilderness, no one informed me about this kind of thing? "
Everyone still didn’t speak, and there was a dead silence.
"Cang Zi Mo!" Sang Changfeng asked, "Who hit the injury on the goose’s shelter?"
"To report back to your master, it is a servant around Zhang Jiao on the rooftop." Wuji said.
"A servant, also dare to my cangwu young master?" SangChangFeng talking at the same time, a wave of his hand has been to ZhuoJunRu caught in the past.
Then, like an eagle catching a chicken, he grabbed Zhuo Junru by the neck and picked him up. "What do you say?"
"Lord, forgive me!" ZhuoJunRu also want to resist, but, he found that haven’t moved, people have been picked up by SangChangfeng, instantly he felt whole body collapse, let alone spiritual force, attached to itself the slightest strength all haveno..
With feeling, Sang Changfeng can easily break his neck. It has been many years, and he has never felt that death is so close to himself.
"Master, my father was just confused for a moment, asking him to bypass his father." ZhuoChangQing know bad, busy in the past, knelt down and kowtowed.
"Are you from our family?" Sang Changfeng asked.
"It’s … Master, I volunteered, not forced by my master." Zhuo Changqing was busy kowtowing. "My father is confused. Please ask the master to bypass him once. I am willing to accept the punishment of the master instead of my father."
"Congratulations, you gave birth to a fairly clever son." Sang Changfeng sneers.
"Forgive the duke …" ZhuoJunRu hard to highlight a few words from the mouth, he was suffocating to death, he felt, he is now like a duck being grabbed by the neck, life and death are all in each other’s mind.
Why?
ZhuoJunRu don’t understand, the legend, sang Changfeng is not infant spirits period for? Even if the Sangs fight with Dan medicine and constantly use Dan medicine to improve their cultivation, he is now the king of the Holy Spirit at best. Even if he is defeated, he can also go to last stand.
Mr. Cang is the cultivation of the King of the Holy Spirit. With so many of them joining hands, he can eat him to death, and he has no way to think about it.
However, it is obvious that Sang Changfeng is definitely not as simple as the King of the Holy Spirit.
"I want you to have such a miserable life, just like running over an ant." Sang Changfeng let go, ZhuoJunRu fell to the ground, exhaled panting.
"Kneel down!" SangChangFeng coldly drink a way.
ZhuoJunRu dare not violate, can only kneel on the ground. Sang Changfeng glanced at him and shouted, "Feilong, Haoran, come in!"
"Yes!" Outside, Sang Feilong and Sang Haoran came in together and saluted Sang Changfeng.
"ZhuoJunRu three hundred whip, as an example. Yin Ying slaps her mouth a hundred times. This mouth is too talkative, and she will always suffer. " Sang Changfeng said, just looking at Yin Ying, Yin Ying felt tender all over, just like a mouse seeing a cat, kneeling on the ground involuntarily.
Sang Feilong picked up the whip from the ground and smoked it on Zhuo Junru’s back. Zhuo Junru’s psychic force was sealed and he couldn’t resist at all. He immediately screamed out in pain.
Hao-ran sang didn’t speak again, but slapped him in the face of Yin Ying.
"Well, Mo Boming, come on, our two families have been on good terms. I want to know, what on earth are you doing?" Sang Changfeng asked.
Mo Boming, how dare you speak at this time? Even if it is to distinguish, he can’t say it.
"It seems that our friendship for so many years has been fed to the dog. Since you don’t care about friendship and want to kill my son, I don’t seem to have to care about friendship." Sang Changfeng sneers.
"What do you want?" Mo Boming asked coldly.
"I declare that I will sentence you to death today." Sang Changfeng said.
"by?" Mo Boming looked up and asked.