For this person, once his thoughts are clear, everything goes as planned, and he walks with wind.
Su Qin felt the wind at his feet and walked happily all the way to the martial arts gym.
But as soon as he walked in, he noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.
The martial arts training ground, where people used to laugh and talk, fell silent.
The only martial arts apprentices present were already standing in rows on the martial arts training ground. Many apprentices looked in the direction of the martial arts stage with nervous expressions on their faces.
Su Qin took advantage of the situation and looked towards the stage, and saw senior brother Nie Feng standing on it with an expressionless face, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was no sign of any emotion or anger.
In front of him, a figure huddled up, trembling, tears streaming down his face, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.
Deng Shitao!
Facing Deng Shitao's pleading, Nie Feng turned a deaf ear and remained unmoved.
'Sure enough... the Soul Chasing Soup thing was exposed. '
Su Qin had expected this.
Like Deng Shitao, he has a strong jealousy but no authority, a narrow vision but no great wisdom, and he doesn't know the depth of a small profit.
'You can obviously feel the energy and blood, but you don't know how to restrain yourself! '
Su Qin's expression remained unchanged as he walked to the martial arts training ground, blended in with the martial arts apprentices, and became one of them.
Not long after, the apprentices from the martial arts school arrived one after another.
Some didn't know what was going on, like Zhu Qiang, who looked confused; others looked gloating; and many looked nervous.
Some of them were so frustrated that their palms began to sweat.
Su Qin stood in the crowd with an expressionless face and no panic in his heart.
Ganoderma lucidum has existed for a long time, and the Soul-Chasing Decoction cannot be the prescription that Fang Laocai obtained, so Deng Shitao cannot be the first to use the Soul-Chasing Decoction in the backing martial arts school.
And Ganoderma lucidum hall is right at the doorstep of Kaoshan Martial Arts School. He doesn't believe it if the Martial Arts School didn't know about Soul-Chasing Soup before.
As long as Lingzhi Hall doesn't go too far and doesn't make too much publicity...occasionally, a few apprentices who can't afford the martial arts hall's expensive decoctions will get the news from somewhere and buy it secretly.
Martial arts schools will also turn a blind eye and close a blind eye.
Therefore, the martial arts school does not pay too much attention to the disciples who have lost their lifespan after drinking the soul-chasing soup.
However, it was different for someone like Deng Shitao, who was recruiting people in the martial arts hall and telling many disciples about the soul-chasing soup.
Since the martial arts hall is open for business, and the soup is the bulk of the martial arts hall's income, if all the disciples go to drink the soul-chasing soup, where will the martial arts hall's income come from.
Cutting off someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.
It is a pity that Deng Shitao is short-sighted and cannot see this.
At this time, Su Qin just glanced at it and it was not difficult to see that most of these apprentices had drunk the Soul Chasing Soup.
"shut up!"
Nie Feng shouted loudly, suddenly opened his tiger eyes and stared at Deng Shitao.
This angry shout scared Deng Shitao to the point where his whole body was shaking. His pleading voice stopped abruptly, and the apprentices in the audience also fell silent.
"Yesterday, a disciple told me that... from our backing martial arts school, there was a disciple who sought wealth and killed his fellow disciples! He actually asked my disciples from the martial arts school to buy poison that damages people's vitality and lifespan!"
Nie Feng's face was as cold as frost, "Master and I never ask about the personal affairs of our disciples, but we never expected that such a scum would come out of our martial arts gym!"
"Today, I will enforce the sect rules!"
Seeing this, Su Qin secretly said, "Sure enough."
Although senior brother Nie Feng's words were harsh, he did not mention the effects of this life-destroying poison at all.
There was no intention to pursue the disciples who drank the Soul-Chasing Soup, but instead portrayed them as ignorant victims.
When Deng Shitao, who was lying on the ground, heard this, he turned pale with fright and was about to get up and run away.
But as soon as he made a move, Nie Feng raised his right foot and pushed him down. He was pressed to the ground and rubbed without any resistance.
"Still trying to run away! Bring me a stick!"
A clever disciple stepped forward and handed the stick to Nie Feng's hand.
Looking at the stick as thick as the mouth of the bowl, Deng Shitao was so frightened that he lost his soul and began to beg for mercy in tears: "Senior Brother... I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to trick my junior brothers into buying that harmful poison... Please forgive me. Just let me go this time."
"If I spare you, how can I live up to my fellow disciples who were harmed by you? How can I follow the rules of the sect!"
Nie Feng said coldly: "Deng Shitao, fifty sticks! Expelled from the backing martial arts gym!"
Nie Feng waved his hands, and the thick wooden stick fell hard.
Snapped! Clothes burst! Blood foam flew everywhere!
In just one stroke, the stick was stained with blood.
"Ah! Senior Brother... you are so cruel!" Deng Shitao screamed, and then cried and begged again, "Senior Brother, please let me go... The worst is, I will repay all the money I got to those disciples ...Stop hitting me."
"You still don't know how to repent!"
Nie Feng raised and lowered his stick, ignoring Deng Shitao's begging for mercy. He beat Deng Shitao until his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, and he screamed repeatedly.
Deng Shitao finally realized that begging for mercy was useless, so he directly changed his words:
"I'm not wrong...what's wrong with me?"
"I bought boiling blood powder for one tael of silver twice... I almost ruined my family... I finally found a cheap decoction... You insist on saying that it is poison... Is that poison... I can Not sure?"
"If you said it was poison... then why did so many disciples drink it... It's not the martial arts school you support... that won't give us poor people a way to survive!"
Deng Shitao screamed and talked endlessly. In the end, all his resentment turned into unwillingness.
"Why...why did you expel me from the martial arts gym? I...I can already sense my blood!"
"Why not Su Qin? He has eaten twenty portions of Soul-Chasing Soup, and he hasn't sensed the blood yet... Why not expel him from the martial arts gym?"
'Um? '
Su Qin frowned. Later he bought Zhuihun Powder alone.
'This Deng Shitao seems to be asking Mr. Fang a lot about the quantity of medicine I buy! '
And at this time, he actually wanted to drag him into the water!
He really didn't know what Deng Shitao was thinking. There were so many apprentices, but he had to choose him?
Moreover, at this time, shouldn't it be said that some apprentices sensed energy and blood after drinking the soul-chasing soup?
People's jealousy is so inexplicable that they can't see people who are worse than themselves living better than themselves.
"Noisy!"
Nie Feng glanced at Deng Shitao with disgust, suddenly raised the wooden stick that was stained red with blood, and hit Deng Shitao on the back of his neck.
He immediately rolled his eyes and passed out.
At this time, Deng Shitao's entire back was covered in blood and flesh, with not a single piece of good flesh.
"You two, throw him to the Lingzhi Hall opposite."
Nie Feng casually pointed at the two disciples who had just started, and stopped looking at Deng Shitao.
'This is to beat old man Fang. '
Obviously, Old Man Fang has crossed the line this time.
'But Old Man Fang has been able to open a shop opposite the Kuoshan Martial Arts School for so long, and sell Soul Chasing Soup for so long... I don't believe it if he doesn't have any background...'
Suddenly, Su Qin's whole body tensed up and his thoughts were interrupted.
Because Nie Feng was actually looking at him at this moment!
The mental oppression brought by the gaze of a Zang-refining martial artist is very strong.
Even though Su Qin had already refined his skin at this time, he couldn't help but feel a chill on the back of his neck and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.
The Zang-refining warrior is so terrifying!
