Quick Wear: The host is addicted to abusing scum and is cruel and brutal

As soon as Elder Jing Su finished speaking, several incredulous voices rang out at the same time, "Master."

When Elder Jingsu heard the familiar voice, he immediately had a bad feeling.

Turning around, he saw not only his disciples, but also the sect leader and elders from other peaks.

Thinking of what he had just said, he tried to calm himself down and wanted to explain.

But before he could open his mouth, the head of the sect spoke first, "Jing Su, the sect rules prohibit fellow disciples from killing each other. As an elder, you violated the sect rules, which is really disappointing."

He was stunned by what the Sect Leader said. Could it be that everything he had just done had been discovered by someone?

Seeing his shocked expression, the headmaster simply made things clear, "Your attempt to kill someone and steal the treasure just now has been projected to the martial arts training ground, and all the disciples have seen it. Now let's go to the Law Enforcement Hall."

Elder Jingsu now realized that he had been plotted against, and he naturally could not stay in the sect any longer. But now he could not use any spiritual power at all, so he could only be dragged away by the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall.

He stared at Shen Qiu with resentful and vicious eyes. He really couldn't understand how he, a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, could fall into the hands of a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage.

As for what happened to his disciples, he simply didn't care.

The head of the sect also understood that this incident was a trap set up by Shen Qiu, but so what? After all, if Elder Jingsu hadn't had this idea, things wouldn't have ended up like this.

However, this time he also understood Shen Qiu's strength, and he valued him more.

This matter spread like wildfire in the sect. After all, it was not a glorious thing for a Nascent Soul elder to want to kill people and steal treasures.

The ones who lived the most miserable lives were Fu Ningzhu and her companions. Originally, they had hoped that with the help of their master, they could regain their former glory.

But they never expected that the master they respected in the past would actually want them to disappear after seeing that they had become useless people.

Some people wanted to please Shen Qiu, while others had grudges against them, so naturally they took advantage of their misfortune.

If they left the world of cultivation and came to the mortal world, perhaps they could live a better life.

But they are used to the high and mighty status of monks, so how could they be willing to be mortals again?

As long as they stayed in the Yuntian Sect, there might still be hope, but once they left, there would be no hope for them, so they had to humble themselves and stay in the Yuntian Sect.

Fu Qi would naturally not let go of Elder Jing Su who had been imprisoned in the Law Enforcement Hall.

Taking advantage of the night, Fu Qi slipped into the Law Enforcement Hall unhindered.

Elder Jingsu was locked up in a black iron prison, looking very miserable.

Fu Qi set up a barrier and squeezed into the black iron prison openly.

Elder Jingsu narrowed his eyes and looked at the spirit beast in front of him, recognizing that it was the one beside Shen Qiu.

"How does it feel to be locked up?" Fu Qi asked.

Elder Jing Su was stunned for a moment when he heard Fu Qi speak, but he quickly realized that the spirit beast in front of him was definitely not an ordinary spirit beast.

He was ecstatic, thinking that if he could obtain the inner elixir, he would definitely be able to break through.

Elder Jingsu had no awareness of being a prisoner at all. His eyes were filled with greed, and he didn't even think about the fact that he couldn't use his spiritual power.

Fu Qi looked at his greedy expression and said with disgust, "If you don't have your cultivation, I wonder if the elder can survive for fifty years."

Fu Qi stretched out his claws, surrounded by golden spiritual power, and pressed his claws directly on Elder Jing Su's dantian.

There was a wailing sound, followed by various curses.

Looking at Elder Jingsu, who was vomiting blood in a miserable state but still staring at him with murderous eyes, Fu Qi felt that he was still too kind.

He tried a high-level silencing spell directly on Elder Jingsu, and the black iron prison instantly became quiet.