People are cultivating ghosts and immortals in Douluo, and they possess Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning

Chapter 87 Whipping Ma Hongjun

"Teacher, this..."

Ma Hongjun's face looked like he had eaten shit. He was speechless and his heart was full of humiliation.

But there is no other way. Without the chrysanthemum, I can only block it with something, otherwise it will be scattered all over the floor when I stand up.

"Teacher, have you found that guy? You want to take revenge on me." Ma Hongjun cried sadly.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Flender's eyes. The other party was backed by the Qibao Glazed Sect. What could he do? He was already burning a candle without taking the initiative to cause trouble.

Flanders didn't know how to respond to his apprentice, so he had to change the subject.

"Okay, let's see what you look like. Stop it quickly, and then I'll take you to practice. You haven't practiced well this month. If this continues, the distance between you and Tang San and the others will only grow further and further."

A few moments later, at the Shrek training ground, Ma Hongjun was running with a large frame of stones on his back, sweating profusely.

The running posture is very strange, like a girl whose virginity has just been lost.

Before he could run far, Ma Hongjun bent over tiredly and put his hands on his legs, panting like an ox.

"Huh...huh...huh, teacher, I, I can't run anymore, it's so hot, so uncomfortable..."

Evil fire broke out? Flender's eyes moved slightly, then he took out a leather whip, raised the whip and whipped Ma Hongjun.

Snapped! The whip struck the flesh, making a pleasant sound.

Ouch...

Ma Hongjun covered his butt with both hands, only feeling the burning pain. He took a deep breath and kept moaning, "Teacher, what are you doing?"

Flanders snorted coldly and said: "What else can you do? You can't have sex with women now. You don't want any other way to consume the evil fire. Why don't you wait for death? Keep running, or I will whip you."

"Teacher, I really can't run anymore." Ma Hongjun cried sadly.

Flanders said nothing, raised his hand and whipped him again. He knew his apprentice's lazy character, so he could only discipline him as a teacher.

The so-called strict teacher produces a good disciple, it is nothing more than this.

Snapped!
  Ow...

Ma Hongjun screamed repeatedly, but still did not run away. I felt confident in my heart, I was too tired, and if I stopped practicing, the teacher would definitely not really do anything to me.

Then, bang... bang... bang bang...

The whip kept falling, and Ma Hongjun's skin and flesh were torn apart.

"Teacher, stop fighting. I'm running. I can still run."

……

Ning Rongrong of the Qibao Glazed Sect walked out of Zhu Zhuqing's residence a little disappointed.

As I walked slowly, past memories came to my mind like a flood.

[Rongrong, I have known you before. The little witch you were back then was lively, cute, naughty, and really beautiful... Oscar is not worthy of you, you deserve better.

Everyone has shortcomings, a little temper, little emotions, whatever. I like you and I am willing to tolerate your shortcomings.

Rongrong, you don’t want our secret to be known to your father, right? ...Rongrong, you don’t want our secret to be known to Zhuqing, right?
  Rongrong, I feel really uncomfortable. Can you help me with it with your hands? ...]

In the memory, the sweet words became clearer and clearer, but slowly, the style of painting began to change. Ning Rongrong couldn't help but think of the compromises she had made time and time again, helping Lin Ye solve it with her hands, from the initial resistance to Later I became accustomed to it.

"Ah ah ah, why is it all about that guy? Please disappear from my mind." Ning Rongrong scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Humph, you're a heartless villain, you haven't come back to see me for so long,"

Whispering quietly, talking to himself. She often ran here during this period, but every time she came back disappointed. But at this moment, a laugh sounded from behind.

"Hey, who made our little witch angry again?"

Ning Rongrong was startled. The voice seemed to be that guy. She turned around suddenly and saw Lin Ye, who was smiling.

"Lin Ye, when did you come back?" Ning Rongrong asked in surprise, running towards Lin Ye, his steps could not help but be a little brisk.

"I just came back. Tell me, who made our Rongrong angry? How about I go and vent your anger?"

Lin Ye hugged the flying Ning Rongrong into his arms, stretched out his fingers and scratched her little nose.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong turned her head proudly and hummed in a coquettish tone: "It's you. It's you who made me angry. You are a bad guy."

"Okay, okay, I'm the big bad guy, so how about I let you take a bite." As he said that, Lin Ye pouted and leaned over.

Ning Rongrong blushed, "You are a bad guy, you have no integrity."

After saying that, he stood up on his tiptoes and touched Lin Ye's lips with his cherry mouth.

Lin Ye rubbed her head and said, "Okay, come back, just in time to meet your father."

"I'll go with you." Ning Rongrong said.

After a while, the two met Ning Fengzhi in the meeting hall.

Ning Fengzhi was relieved to see Lin Ye back safely. To be honest, he was really worried that if this kid was outside and was killed quietly, their fairy grass would be in vain.

"Lin Ye, you are back, and I have good news for you."

"Oh, what good news." Lin Ye looked forward to it.

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, "Aren't you looking for an 80,000-year-old Bluesilver Grass? We found it not long ago."

Did you really find it? Lin Ye felt happy. There had been no news for such a long time, and he had given up hope.

"What are you going to do next?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Don't worry, just know its location. The plant-type soul beast can't escape. I'll go see it again after a while."

Ning Fengzhi had no objection, looked at Lin Ye, and asked: "When you come back this time, your soul power has exceeded level 40. Do you need me to send someone to hunt for the soul ring with you?"

He was also very surprised at the speed at which Lin Ye's cultivation improved. But he knew very well that Lin Ye in the past would never practice so fast.

And now, needless to say, it must be the effect of the fairy grass.

Ever since, my heart longed for fairy grass even more.

"Let's talk about the fourth soul ring after a while. It's not the time yet." Lin Ye didn't plan to absorb the soul ring immediately.

He has a greater ambition, and that is to sacrifice the Blue Silver King to become his fourth soul ring. The fourth soul ring of 80,000 years makes me excited just thinking about it.

Well, we still have to wait for the Soul Master Competition, the finals will go to Wuhun City, and Tang Hao will also have to protect Tang San.

The back was empty, so he happened to steal the house and dig up the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin and Ah Yin's 100,000-year-old soul bone.

Then he used Ah Yin to force the Blue Silver King to sacrifice. Success is the best. If the Blue Silver King refuses, then it must be cut down to prevent the Blue Silver King from helping Tang San's martial spirit awaken a second time.

Lin Ye was making plans in his mind, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Ning Fengzhi didn't understand Lin Ye's plan and didn't delve into the issue. Thinking of the mirror beast that was escorted back some time ago, he couldn't help but ask questions.

"What are you going to do with the mirror beast you sent back before?"

(End of this chapter)