The Dragon from Hell

The gate of the Punishment Hall was wide open, but there were more than a dozen disciples of the Punishment Hall on guard at the door.

As soon as Qin Feng stepped forward, two fierce-looking strong men came forward to stop him: "Stop!"

"Are you blind? Panlong Hall is a key point, and outsiders should stay away."

"Take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Qin Feng glanced at them indifferently, and was too lazy to say a word, and stepped forward directly.

The two strong men frowned and stepped forward. Just as they were about to reach out, they felt as if their shoulders were hit by a car, and they flew out directly.

"Ah!"

Amid the screams, Qin Feng continued to walk in as if no one was around.

Seeing this, the other disciples also stepped forward to stop him.

"How dare you trespass into Panlong Hall without permission? How many heads do you have!"

"Get him!"

More than a dozen people rushed forward, intending to take Qin Feng down.

But unexpectedly, Qin Feng didn't even bother to stretch out his hand, and walked in without saying a word.

Every time he took a step, someone screamed and flew out.

Until Qin Feng stepped into the inner courtyard, he never stretched out a hand, just rushed in directly, but no one could stop him.

The inner courtyard is connected to the hall, and you can clearly see the situation in the hall as soon as you enter the inner courtyard.

In the field of vision, there are two bronze incense tripods on the left and right of the entrance of the hall, each in the shape of a red-crowned crane, with its beak open and sandalwood curling inside.

The inner courtyard is guarded by disciples wearing short and tight clothes, each holding a long stick in his hand, with no expression on his face.

Make the whole inner courtyard look solemn and solemn.

But in this solemnity, there is a hint of blood.

Qin Feng raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw in his field of vision was a few people kneeling on the cold floor of the hall.

The ones kneeling at the front were naturally Wang Dongxiang and Wei Jiaxin, and behind them were their confidants.

The gang gritted their teeth, with glass shards under their knees. The men took off their shirts and the women wore only a thin piece of clothing.

Behind each person stood two strong disciples, holding thick and hard canes and beating their backs.

Wei Jiaxin's naked back was bloody and there was no good meat left.

And Wang Dongxiang's back was also bloody, and the clothes soaked in blood were all beaten to tatters.

Now the round seemed to have just ended, and the person in charge of whipping took the cane to the salt water beside to clean the blood.

On both sides, there were several men and women sitting, some with reluctant expressions, some with indifferent expressions, and some with gloating.

Further up, on the main seat, sat an old man with a fat waist and a round belly.

Three white eyes, a hooked nose, and a slightly drooping mouth.

Although he was old, he was still in a place like Panlong Hall where martial arts flourished, but he looked greasy and fat, with big arms and a big waist.

He was wearing a short Tang suit, with patterns hand-embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs and chest.

He was holding a cup of tea in his hand, and was sipping it leisurely with his legs crossed.

He occasionally glanced down, with a look of contempt, looking superior.

Needless to say, he was Han Nanxing.

On both sides of Han Nanxing, there were also several young and beautiful female disciples.

Unlike the male disciples around him, they were either serious with their arms folded or sideways, standing in a group and looking at Wei Jiaxin and the others with a playful look on their faces.

Since the Panlong Hall went into seclusion, the Punishment Hall has not been so lively for a long time.

The Wang family and the Punishment Hall have always been at odds, but because of the rules discussed by the elders of the Panlong Hall, as long as the Wang family did not do anything that would damage the reputation of the Panlong Hall, the Punishment Hall would not control them.

As for the Wei family, it goes without saying that the head of the Wei family is also the law enforcement elder of the Panlong Hall.

However, because of Han Nanxing's special status, the Han family's status in the Punishment Hall is higher than that of the Wei family, but the two families have always been at odds with each other.

Now both sides are kneeling down and obediently accepting the punishment of the Punishment Hall, which is very unpleasant to watch.

Wang Dongxiang originally didn't want to come. Not only did she not want to, she even wanted to fight with Han Nanxing.

After all, everyone present knew about her father's death.

But because there was no evidence, Han Nanxing brought up his identity as the law enforcement elder of Panlong Hall.

As long as she didn't want to betray Panlong Hall, she had to come.

Han Nanxing took a sip of tea and put it down leisurely: "How is it, do you two know that you are wrong?"

Although Wang Dongxiang is a woman, she still said nothing after being punished by the family law, with a cold face: "I don't know!"

Wei Jiaxin endured the pain and sweated all over his head, but he didn't give in: "Elder Han, even if we made any mistakes, the three elders of the Punishment Hall should vote together on whether to punish us."

"You called us here with just one word and started fighting without any explanation. Isn't it too disrespectful to the rules of Panlong Hall?"

"Haha, are you talking to me about rules?"

Han Nanxing's mouthHe hooked his eye, very disdainful: "Then I will talk to you about the rules."

He looked at one leg, and glanced at the head of the Wei family and another elderly elder next to him, sneering: "At the beginning, this Punishment Hall was founded by me and the old Dragon Lord. At that time, the old Dragon Lord said that general matters should be decided by the three elders together."

"But if someone commits a heinous mistake, an unforgivable crime, then I alone can make the final decision."

"And you, disregarding the reputation of Panlong Hall for decades, randomly recognized the master outside, and casually offended the Nanling Martial Alliance, making enemies with Panlong Hall."

"Such a serious crime, can't I punish you?"

A group of female disciples standing beside him proudly puffed up their chests, looking down on Wang Dongxiang and Wei Jiaxin below.

What a two idiots, anyone dares to recognize him as the Dragon Lord.

Who doesn't know that when the ten-year period is up, the Dragon Lord of Panlong Hall will be named Han?

Wang Dongxiang gritted his teeth and glared at Han Nanxing: "Elder Han, you said we recognized the master casually, may I ask if you have collected evidence? How do you know that the person we recognized is not the real new Dragon Lord?"

Han Nanxing smiled and shook his head: "I don't need evidence."

"It was reported from Sichuan some time ago that someone forged the old Dragon Lord's warrant and pretended to be the new Dragon Lord."

"To be on the safe side, I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. Isn't that right?"

"It was you who were deceived by the villain and ruined the reputation of my Panlong Hall for a hundred years. Now I only let you suffer a little flesh and blood, and didn't kill you directly. I have shown mercy for the sake of your fathers."

"What, you are still not satisfied?"

——Pah!

As he was talking, his smiling face suddenly became furious, he slapped the coffee table, pointed at the people below and cursed: "You have already committed such a heinous mistake, and you are still quibbling. Do you really want me to kill you!"

"Today I will tell you that the succession of the new Dragon Lord is not something that can be achieved by just talking to a dog-faced person."

"If he wants to be the Dragon Lord, he must first ask me, Han Nanxing, if I agree!"