Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

Not long later, the astonishingly beautiful Lin Shuanger also arrived at the scene, immediately attracting the attention of many male disciples who were infatuated with women.    

    

However, as Lin Shuanger was her daughter, she naturally did not hold out much for the male disciples, but brought a group of beautiful female disciples to help, encouraging the male disciples to shout even more passionately and desperately, with an imposing manner!    

    

And it was at this moment that in all of the many years since the Spirit Profound Martial House had been established, this was the first time such a scene had occurred.    

    

Looking at this group of adorable senior and junior brothers and sisters, Long Bufan was moved beyond his control, but he couldn't help but laugh, because when he saw Zhu Da Pang's fat face flushed red with blood, he started yelling and spitting, sputtering all over Lin Yan's face.    

    

After that, Long Bufan stepped through the door of the Cultivation Hall and felt the surrounding atmosphere become stifling. It was as if he was inside a torture chamber, causing him to unconsciously give off a serious feeling.    

    

The Discipline Hall of the sect wasn't small at all. It was about two hundred square meters wide, and on the wall directly above it hung a signboard with black wood and gold lettering. On it were eight large words:    

    

Merciless, selfless!    

    

Directly beneath the plaque was an impressive interrogation table with three chairs placed behind it.    

    

Currently, two people were sitting on the chairs on the left and right. Judging from their appearances, they were both over fifty years old. They were the Discipline Hall's elders!    

    

However, there was no one sitting in the center. This was an empty spot that was left behind to pay respect to the sect master.    

    

However, when Long Bufan stepped into this seatless space, a ball of milky white light was gradually condensed into a human figure.    

    

After a few breaths of time, the figure of light revealed an old man with a white beard. However, this was not a real body, but a clone made of elemental energy.    

    

Upon seeing this, the two elders sitting to the left and right of him immediately stood up. Then, they took two steps back and bowed respectfully to the white bearded old man: "Greetings, Lord Sect Master."    

    

The white moustached old man glanced at the two elders and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He nodded slightly and said calmly, "Elders, there is no need to be so courteous."    

    

Facing the white bearded old man and the highest leader of the sect, Ying Yuanzi, the two Torture Chamber Elder appeared to be terrified, and did not even dare to look at the white bearded old man. Even if the one in front of them was not the Lord Sect Master himself, it would still cause the two of them to feel pressured.    

    

"No need to be so formal, sit down." Ying Yuanzi gently raised his hand and said with a smile.    

    

"Understood, Lord Sect Master." The two Discipline Hall elders bowed once more before taking their seats.    

    

Soon after, Long Bufan stood in the middle of the hall with the five black-robed deacon s escorting him.    

    

As his gaze swept past the three people on the interrogation table, their auras were all extraordinary. However, when his gaze met with the white bearded elder seated in the middle, Long Bufan's heart was startled, and immediately felt all the hair on his body standing up, as though his naked body was completely seen through.    

    

"Impudent!" if you do not greet the Sect Leader! "    

    

The elder on the left shouted and slapped a palm-sized wooden board on the table.    

    

"Pah!"    

    

Within the Punishment Hall, a clear reverberating sound reverberated outwards. It was somewhat intimidating!