Chapter 70： Enter the inner door (1/2)

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With a scream, Liu Song was not willing to fall, and before his death, he also made his five men pay the price of one death and one injury.

The atmosphere on the court was a little tense when we saw the death.

”Bring your whip!”

Jiang Chen refused to give up and wanted to come to the Penal Hall for execution.

Snake whip is its name, because it looks like a long snake in your hand. In fact, it is indeed made of snake skin. After being soaked in a special potion, one whip can be insufferable.

”Jiang Chen, are you going to perform caning here ?!” Zheng Ping's face changed completely and he shouted loudly.

So many people watched, after the execution of the caning, he still stayed in the martial arts?

Jiang Chen sneered, and Ding Bai also remained silent on the side, and Mo Xu naturally felt that there was nothing wrong.

Zheng Ping instantly felt what despair was.

Strangely, Jiang Chen suddenly lowered his whip and turned into his house.

About a quarter of an hour later, in the eyes of everyone, Jiang Chen helped Meng Hao to the door.

After his rescue, Meng Hao woke up.

Jiang Chen asked him to watch Zheng Ping be executed!

Understanding Jiang Chen's intentions, Zheng Ping was so angry that he felt his hatred for Jiang Chen so strong that he could not speak.

However, Jiang Chen didn't care at all, walked back and took the snake whip back into his hand.

”What are you waiting for ?!” Jiang Chen drank.

”You wait for me!”

Zheng Ping gritted his teeth and turned back helplessly.

Snapped!

Jiang Chen didn't hesitate and whipped Zheng Ping's back.

The pain almost made Zheng Ping scream, and his body trembled. People soon saw blood leaking out of the place where the whip was hit.

”Do you still want to be a tough guy?”

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth set off a radian, and the snake whip was drawn three times in succession.

The loud noise was no less than a firecracker. Zheng Ping quickly stood unstable, shaking his body a few times.

However, this is far from a hundred.

Zheng Ping's heart fell into the ice cellar with cold sweat all over his head.

If there weren't so many people, he might have asked for mercy.

However, in front of the eyes, he had to grit his teeth and hold them.

When the tenth whip fell, Zheng Ping screamed and half-knelt on the ground.

Many people can't bear to look directly and turn their heads.

”Ok!”

Jiang Chen's eyes motioned to Liu Song's men. They understood Jiang Chen's eyes, hesitated for a while, came over to hold Zheng Ping with both hands, and put people up.

Immediately, Jiang Chen's snake whip was repeated one after another.

Zheng Ping was about to collapse, yelled badly, and greeted Jiang Chen's ancestors for eighteen generations, but after the yelling, he cried for mercy.

Waking up, Meng Hao understood that Jiang Chen was angry for himself. Although he didn't know how to do it, he felt very relieved and his physical pain was nothing.

After the thirty whip, Zheng Ping's consciousness began to blur.

”My hands are sore. Change it for you. Don't be lazy to me, and you, find water to pour on his head.”

Jiang Chen still let go of Zheng Ping, a word made people scared.

”This guy is really cruel.”

The disciples meditated in their hearts.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen glanced at the lively disciples, and many disciples bowed their heads unconsciously, even the disciples inside.

”Who else do you want to help that person teach me, even if you let it go!”

Jiang Chen gave a loud shout and ignored Zheng Ping. He used to help Meng Hao into the room and continue to treat him.

Zheng Ping's whipping continued. Liu Song's people did not have Jiang Chen's hands, but they did not dare to release water.

At the end of the one hundred whip, Zheng Ping had become a slop of mud, fell to the ground as if dead, and was finally carried away.