Overriding the Heaven

Just as Feng Richao was blowing on his beard and staring widely, a faint voice came out by his ears.    

Instantly, Feng Richao's heart tensed up.    

It's that guy!    

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

Bang! Feng Richao's head was smashed into the ground.    

This sudden sound also shocked everyone present.    

Everyone anxiously turned their heads, and immediately saw Chu Yan holding onto a thick and long iron rod.    

This iron rod was clearly a high-grade weapon as well.    

Just now, it was Chu Yan who had wielded the iron rod and smashed it onto Feng Richao's head.    

Upon reaching the Earth Origin Stage, the amount of damage a sharp weapon could inflict was limited.    

But the pain was there.    

Thus, the benefits of using a sharp weapon at this moment appeared.    

It could allow people to beat Feng Richao without restraint without worrying of beating him to death.    

After the staff was smashed down, Chu Yan threw the iron rod to Shen Qing.    

"Hit him for two hours first."    

"Hiss ~ ~ ~"    

Hearing these words, everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air.    

Feng Richao, who had been banned, even jumped up and stared at Chu Yan with a face full of fear, his mouth constantly trembling.    

"Heh, you dare to glare at me?"    

Chu Yan dodged the iron rod, and directly slapped Feng Richao's face.    

The crackling sound caused people's hearts to tremble.    

The shopkeeper had quietly gone behind the counter.    

When Chu Yan stopped, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes bulged like eggs.    

The blood that dripped from his head covered half of his face, making him look as bedraggled as possible.    

Feng Richao felt like dying.    

He couldn't even remember how many years it had been since he had suffered such humiliation.    

But just because of that, Chu Yan obviously did not plan to let him go that easily.    

He passed the metal rod back to Shen Qing and said, "Do as I did just now and hit him for another hour."    

Feng Richao trembled. Without waiting for Shen Qing to speak, he took the initiative to shout, "Just say what you want. "Ouch!"    

Before he could finish his words, Shen Qing's steel rod had already pierced into his mouth, causing his throat to swell up.    

What followed was a brutal beating.    

Feng Richao had originally thought that Shen Qing was only at the Great Circle of Second Level of Pulse Condensation Stage, so her cultivation was definitely lower than his by a little.    

If he were to secretly circulate his spiritual energy, it would be like a drizzle if the opponent were to hit his body.    

This could only mean that Feng Richao was too naive.    

Compared to the realm, Shen Qing's physique was even more terrifying.    

Once it was unleashed, although it was weaker than Chu Yan's, it was definitely enough for him to endure.    

Furthermore, Shen Qing was even the faithful executor of Chu Yan's orders, she would not slack at all.    

Under her strict execution, by the time Chu Yan shouted for it to stop, even his teeth seemed to have been knocked out of his mouth.    

One of his knees was broken, and one of his shoulders was hanging loose — without a doubt, the bone was broken.    

At the moment, even if his mother came over, she would not dare to say that he was her son.    

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

Feng Richao immediately trembled, and let out an unintelligible "En" sound.    

This kind of superficial wound was nothing to a Earth Origin Stage cultivator.    

However, Chu Yan's original intention was not to severely injure Feng Richao, but to make him submit to him psychologically.    

The psychological torture of dealing with this kind of scoundrel was much more effective than physical torture.    

The reason why Chu Yan let Shen Qing beat him up in public was to beat up the scoundrel like him.    

Everyone knew it was the hardest thing to deal with.    

However, there was a saying in the secular world that was called "one is afraid of being stunned, and one doesn't care about life".    

After asking that question, Chu Yan opened the storage bag that originally belonged to Feng Richao and poured out its contents before putting them into his own storage bag.    

In this entire process, Feng Richao did not show any signs of dissatisfaction nor pain in his heart.    

Chu Yan was very satisfied with this scene.    

Looks like the effect is quite good. This old thing doesn't dare to resist.    

"If you submit, then sit and talk." Chu Yan said indifferently.    

Feng Richao immediately crawled up from the ground, placed his hands on his knees, and sat upright beside Chu Yan. He looked straight ahead, his expression meticulous.    

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper, who was hiding behind the counter and sneaking a peek over, felt like smashing his chin on his feet.    

"This, this is still that rogue Feng Richao …" My Heavens... "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't dare to believe it even if I were beaten to death …" The shopkeeper muttered to himself.    

The waiters beside him nodded their heads.    

"I want to inquire about a disciple of Qing Qiu Sect. What method do you have?" Chu Yan swept a glance at Feng Richao and asked.    

This kind of scoundrel, to say that they caused others to hate him, that truly made their teeth itch.    

But frequently, these people also had some special information channels, which allowed Chu Yan, who couldn't get here, to quickly obtain the information he wanted.    

Feng Richao pondered for a moment, and upon seeing Shen Qing's indifferent gaze, he immediately trembled, and quickly asked: "Who do you want to know?"    

Chu Yan pondered for a while, "You don't need to worry about that. Let me ask you another question, how can I possibly see a disciple of the Qing Qiu Sect? There's nothing wrong with going up the mountain. "    

"No." Feng Richao immediately shook his head.    

However, he immediately felt that his tone wasn't too good.    

Therefore, he quickly explained: "Qing Qiu Sect does not normally receive cultivators from other countries, this is a consensus, and is not a secret. If you do not believe it, you can find someone in Green Water Town to ask about it.    

If you go up the mountain now, you can be blocked by good luck.    

If we are unlucky, we will not be able to see anyone from the mountain gate. "    

Chu Yan nodded.    

This point, Feng Richao really didn't need to lie to himself.    

"Then to return to the previous question, how can I possibly meet with Qing Qiu Sect's disciples?"    

"Once in a while, the Qing Qiu Sect will send some disciples down to collect all the necessary ingredients.    

The last time was four days ago. " Feng Richao replied.    

"Do you have a fixed time?" Chu Yan asked again.    

However, this time, before Feng Richao could reply, Chu Yan added: "You better explain everything at once. I don't have that much strength to ask slowly."    

The other party's tone was not friendly, causing Feng Richao's body to soften, and he almost fell off his chair.    

Therefore, he hurriedly said, "There is no fixed time, but I can help you find out when their disciples will be coming down the mountain again."    

This time, Feng Richao didn't need to ask any further, as Feng Richao took the initiative to ask, "At most an hour, I can give you accurate information."    

"An hour?" Chu Yan quietly pointed to the table and nodded, "Then you go, I'll wait for you."    

Chu Yan being so straightforward made Feng Richao feel that it was inconceivable.    

He did not get up, but looked at Chu Yan with astonished and uncertain eyes.    

What did this fellow mean?    

Isn't he afraid that I'll run away or find someone to take revenge on him?