C162 (1/2)

After the night of spring, the people who were previously in the village discovered that they were all naked and tied up in the hall.

As for them, they were standing in front of a youth who was sitting on a wooden wheelchair. He was smiling as he looked at everyone.

Those cultivators could not help but get angry and were about to get angry, but to their surprise, they found that they were unable to mobilize the spirit energy in their bodies, as if something was blocking them off.

Just then, a beautiful woman walked out from beside Lu Beiyou.

However, the people present were all extraordinary people. They instantly calmed down and asked the beautiful woman, ”Aunt Thirteen, what is the meaning of this? You actually dared to tie us up. You don't want to drive down, do you? ”

The woman who was called the Thirteenth Mother did not speak, but bowed and retreated behind Lu Beiyou, at this time everyone's gaze landed on Lu Beiyou.

But they all sensed that Lu Beiyou had no cultivation, and even sat on a wooden wheelchair. His gaze turned frivolous as well.

Without waiting for Lu Beiyou to speak, a rough sized man laughed loudly: ”Kid, I advise you to quickly let go of this grandpa. Maybe I can spare your life in a good mood. Otherwise, when I am free, I will bring people to annihilate your entire clan. ”

After he finished speaking, the people around him started to laugh.

Lu Beiyou also laughed out loud, causing everyone to be confused, how could a cripple laugh so happily?

However, a sense of fear rose in the heart of the astute. Even though the Azure Aurora Monastery was a brothel, no one dared to act so rashly in it, for no other reason but because the person in charge was the Mahayana Stage's Thirteenth Mother.

In this circumference of a thousand miles, there were only a few people who had Mahayana Stage, but such a first-rate expert with Mahayana Stage was willing to stand behind this youth.

Either this youth was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, or he truly had someone backing him up.

For a time, a large group of people chose to remain silent and watch from the sidelines.

When the rough looking man saw Lu Beiyou laughing loudly, he could not help but say fiercely: ”Brat, I am speaking to you in order to give you face, do not give me face and not …”

Before the big man could finish his words, he suddenly realized that he could no longer make a sound. Unknowingly, a handsome man appeared in the hall. He held a bamboo pole in his hand and his loose clothes fluttered gently.

The big man wanted to raise his hand, but he discovered that his body had lost all of its strength. A good head fell from his neck.

A few drops of blood dripped from the bamboo pole in the man's hand.

A wave of energy spread out from the man's body. A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Azure Clouds Monastery, causing the people in front of them to lower their heads. They all broke out in a cold sweat as they panted heavily.

Lu Beiyou also laughed at this time: ”Can we calm down now and have a good chat?”

After a while, when one of them could not withstand the pressure anymore, they finally let go of their arrogance and nodded their heads. Soon after, the rest of the group followed suit.

Lu Beiyou waved his hand towards Du Xiaokang, and the pressure dissipated.

However, everyone present had long been intimidated by Du Xiaokang, and no longer had their initial arrogance.