"Are you not convinced?"

While Feng Richao was blowing his beard and staring, a faint voice came from his ears.

Suddenly, Feng Richao's heart tightened.

It's that guy!

Before he could deny it, he felt a sharp pain coming from his face.

With a bang, Feng Richao's head was smashed into the ground.

And this sudden sound also startled everyone present.

Everyone hurriedly turned around and immediately saw Chu Yan's hand holding a thick and long iron rod.

This iron rod is obviously a high-end weapon.

It was Chu Yan who just took the iron rod and hit Fengrichao hard on the head.

Once you reach the Earth Element Realm, the actual damage that sharp weapons can bring is very limited.

But the pain is still there.

So now the benefits of using sharp tools appear.

People can beat Feng Richao unscrupulously without worrying about beating him to death.

After knocking down the iron rod, Chu Yan threw the iron rod to Shen Qing.

"Beat him for an hour first."

hiss--

Upon hearing this, everyone present took a deep breath.

Fengrichao, who was banned, even jumped up and stared at Chu Yan with a look of horror on his face, his lips trembling non-stop.

"Oh, you dare to stare at me?"

Chu Yan dodged the iron rod and slapped Feng Richao hard on his head and face.

The crackling sound was frightening.

The shopkeeper silently hid behind the counter at this moment.

When Chu Yan stopped, Feng Richao's face was as swollen as a pig's head, and his eyes were as bulging as eggs.

The blood dripping from his head covered half of his face, which made him feel as embarrassed as he wanted.

Feng Richao felt even more desperate at this moment.

He himself didn't even remember how many years it had been since he had been humiliated like this.

But unfortunately, Chu Yan obviously didn't intend to let him go like this.

He handed the iron rod to Shen Qing again: "Fight with the intensity I just had and give it another half an hour."

Feng Richao trembled, and before Shen Qing could speak, he took the initiative to shout: "Say what you want, if you have the guts, let me go... Oops!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qing thrust an iron rod into his mouth, making his throat bulge.

Then the next step was a severe beating.

Feng Richao originally thought that Shen Qing had reached the second level of Pulse Condensation Realm, and his own level was not even a little low.

If he uses his spiritual energy secretly, the opponent will hit him like a drizzle.

This can only be said that Fengrichao is too naive.

As far as the realm is concerned, what is even more terrifying about Shen Qing is her prison-suppressing god-elephant body constitution.

Once exerted, although Chu Yan's strength is a little inferior, it is definitely enough to endure Fengri Chao.

Moreover, Shen Qing is still a loyal executor of Chu Yan's orders and will not slack off in the slightest.

Under her rigorous execution, by the time Chu Yan shouted to stop, Feng Richao felt like the teeth in his mouth had been knocked out.

One knee was also shattered, and half of the shoulder was hanging loosely—it goes without saying that the bones must have been broken.

As for that face, she was afraid that her biological mother would come over at this moment, and she would not dare to say that it was her son.

"Are you convinced?" After asking Shen Qing to stop, Chu Yan looked towards Feng Richao.

Feng Richao suddenly shivered and made an unclear hum.

This kind of skin injury is nothing to an Earth Yuan realm monk.

However, Chu Yan's original intention was not to severely inflict severe damage on Fengrichao, but to convince the other party psychologically.

To deal with such scoundrels, psychological torture is far more effective than physical torture.

Chu Yan asked Shen Qing to beat up Feng Richao in public in order to get rid of the bachelor spirit in this scoundrel.

Everyone knows that hob meat is the most difficult to deal with.

But there is another saying in the secular world: those who are in a rough position are afraid of those who are stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of their lives.

After asking, Chu Yan blocked the other party's face, opened the storage bag that originally belonged to Fengrichao, poured out the contents, and put it into his own storage bag.

During this process, Feng Richao showed no dissatisfaction or distress at all.

Chu Yan was extremely satisfied with this scene.

It seems to be working well, and this old guy doesn't dare to resist.

"If you're convinced, sit down and talk." Chu Yan said calmly.

Feng Richao suddenly jumped up from the ground, put his legs together, put his hands on his knees, straightened his waist, and sat next to Chu Yan, looking forward with a meticulous expression.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper, who was hiding behind the counter and peeking secretly, felt his jaw hit his feet.

"This, this is still that scoundrel Feng Richao... Oh my god... If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it even to death..." the shopkeeper muttered to himself.

The guys next to me nodded repeatedly.

"I would like to inquire about a disciple of the Qingqiu Sect. Is there any way?" Chu Yan glanced at Feng Richao and asked.

Such scoundrels, if you say they are hateful, it really makes people hate them with itch.

But often, these people have some special information channels that allow Chu Yan, who doesn't know much about this place, to quickly get the information he wants.

Feng Richao pondered for a moment, then when he saw Shen Qing's indifferent gaze opposite him, he immediately trembled and said quickly: "Who do you want to inquire about?"

Chu Yan pondered for a while and said: "You don't need to worry about this. Let me change the question. How can I meet the disciples of Qingqiu Sect? Is there any problem with the mountain?"

"No." Feng Richao shook his head immediately.

But immediately, he felt that his tone was not very good.

So he quickly explained: "Qingqiu Sect generally does not accept outside monks. This is a consensus and not a secret. If you don't believe it, just ask anyone in Lushui Town and find out.

If you are in the mountain now, you are lucky enough to be blocked at the mountain gate.

If you're not lucky, you won't be able to see it at the mountain gate."

Chu Yan nodded.

There is really no need for Fengrichao to lie to himself about this.

"Then back to the previous question, how can I meet the disciples of Qingqiu Sect."

"Every once in a while, Qingqiu Sect will send some disciples down to collect various materials needed for alchemy.

The most recent one was four days ago." Feng Richao replied.

"Is there a fixed time?" Chu Yan asked again.

But this time, before Feng Richao could answer, Chu Yan added: "You'd better explain it clearly at once. I don't have the energy to ask slowly."

The other party's tone was unkind, and Feng Richao's body softened and he almost fell off the stool.

So he hurriedly said: "There is no fixed time for this, but I can help you find out when the next time their disciples will come down the mountain."

This time there was no need for Chu Yan to ask any more questions. Feng Richao took the initiative and said, "I can give you accurate information in half an hour at most."

"How about half an hour?" Chu Yan pointed his finger at the table and nodded, "Then go ahead, I'll wait for you."

Chu Yan was so cheerful that Feng Richao found it incredible.

He did not get up, but looked at Chu Yan with doubtful eyes.

What does this guy mean?

Isn't he afraid that I will run away like this or find someone to come back to take revenge on him?
Chapter completed!