The executioner disciple next to him said: "There are still ten sticks. Uncle Bu said he would do it for you..."
Ah Zi hugged the nail board under her body tightly and said without looking at Bu Yufeng: "No need! You continue."
Bu Yufeng was stunned for a moment: "Azi, you...you hate me?"
Ah Zi's voice was light: "Why do you hate me? One person is responsible for the work, and no one will pay for the sins of our master and disciple!"
He glanced at the execution disciple who was standing next to him in a daze: "What are you doing standing there?! Continue!"
Bu Yufeng's face was pale. He knew Ah Zi's temperament. Once he decided on something, Jiu Niu couldn't pull him back...
He stepped aside sadly, and the fairy staff fell again, falling on Ah Zi again and again, splashing a shower of blood, almost piercing everyone's eyes.
The original buzzing sound in the audience suddenly subsided.
The girls who had been aggrieved for Lou Qianyue stared at the beaten and bloody Ah Zi on the stage. They were all shocked and couldn't say anything else.
This time, Azi was actually awake all the time. It was not until the twenty strokes were finished that she fainted as if she breathed a sigh of relief.
This punishment impressed all the Jiuhua Sect disciples deeply, and they also gained a deeper understanding of the sect rules.
The pain was so heartbreaking that it felt like her whole body was being skewered on a big iron drill for barbecue. The pain was so painful that she fainted countless times.
In her daze, she felt like she had returned to her Xiaoyao Peak and her dormitory. There were many people coming and going.
She even heard Master's voice in her daze.
The master's voice was majestic and hoarse, as if he had aged many years overnight. He was loudly ordering the doctor to give her a golden sore medicine.
She knew that this kind of gold sore medicine was the most effective in relieving pain, but when she applied it on her body, it didn't have much effect other than feeling refreshed.
She was still in pain and wanted to roll over.
She felt Master's hand holding hers, as if she was angry and angry: "Are you crazy because of that evil obstacle? You don't know what your constitution is? How can you endure a wound and you scream in pain?
This kind of board?!"
She felt aggrieved and retorted in a daze: "He is my apprentice, my only apprentice. I can't just watch him be beaten to death..."
Lingyaozi sighed: "What an injustice! You treat him as a disciple, but he may not regard you as a master..."
"No, he was just drunk. He probably didn't know it was me at the time -" Ah Zi argued.
Lingyaozi sighed softly: "What about you? Ah Zi? You protect him so much..."
Ah Zi trembled: "I protect him just like Master protects me."
Although she was not very conscious due to the pain, she felt that she had a clear conscience.
"Oh, that's good." Ling Yaozi didn't want to say any more and paused: "Azi, maybe you should accept a few more disciples. You see, you have taught Lou Qianyue to be a talented person, which proves that you are qualified.
Master, would you like to collect a few more?"
Ah Zi frowned: "No, I don't want to accept it anymore..."
This one almost cost her half her life. She didn't want to bother anymore. It was very tiring to lead a disciple...
"We'll wait until you get better. I think it would be better for you to accept a few more, so that some rumors can be disproven..."
Ling Yaozi didn't want to force her at this time, so he said a few words and finally left.
Rumor? What rumor?
Azi's confused mind couldn't figure it out for a moment, and she fainted again.