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Chapter Eighteen, What I Want Is Punishment!(2/2)

"Haha, Simba worked really hard today, but we are in a bad mood today. Seeing a loser here working so hard makes us really unhappy."

These words just happened to be heard by Qin Zheng, but what made him curious was why the person with the nickname could enter the third-class courtyard.

These nicknames live a life inferior to that of pigs and dogs in Qinglin Sect. Although they have their own personal freedom, they basically can only be slaughtered by others.

If it cannot condense spiritual energy into spiritual power, it means it will be eternal waste.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you embarrassed to bully a loser here?" Qin Zheng said slowly.

"Where did Silly Bi come from? Look at the cloud and dragon embroidery on his body. It's not from our level."

Qin Zheng slowly took out the first-class hospital sign from his waist, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

"Why did the first-class disciples come to the place where our third-class disciples stay?" Although he was confused in his heart, he immediately stopped the humiliation in his mouth.

However, the leader was quite dissatisfied, because according to common sense, disciples of the first class were not allowed to have any involvement with disciples of other levels. This was also the key to avoiding intra-sect fights and cliques.

"Aren't you afraid that the elders will know that you, a first-class person, are going to compete with our third-class people?"

"Do I need a reason to save people?" The leader stared for three seconds, then shouted to the people behind him:

"Don't be afraid of him. If he dares to meddle in our affairs, we will go to the Presbytery to find the elders and seek justice!"

But before the leader finished speaking, Qin Zheng's hands were already ignited with pure fire.

The cultivation levels of first-class courtyards are approximately at level eight or nine, those of second-class courtyards are at levels six or seven, and so on.

However, there are also strong people at the same level. For example, Qin Zheng's unlimited supply of spiritual power is invincible at the fifth level.

Moreover, the improvement of each level is extremely slow and difficult, and it is difficult to achieve the cultivation speed of a monster like Qin Zheng.

The leader's face turned pale with fear, and Qin Zheng was already approaching step by step.

"Quick, go to the Elder's Courtyard and report the news!"

"You can report the message at will, but today I am going to teach you a lesson to let you know how powerful I am." Qin Zheng laughed yinly and paid no attention to the person who reported the message, and did not even look up.

In this matter, he must execute it in a measured and planned manner!

Things should not be done too much, and they should be assigned to Qingmuyuan just right.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. If he dares to mess around, even if he is a member of the first-class hospital, he will be punished by the district elders."

"The leader said slightly provocatively, do you know what consequences you will face if you attack the people of our third-class courtyard?"

"Snapped!"

Qin Zheng stepped forward and slapped him without saying a word.

"What I want is punishment!"

Qin Zheng was not only speaking harshly, but he was also speaking the truth.

The scene was completely silent. No one expected that this person from the first-class hospital would dare to ignore the rules in the middle gate.

The leader's face turned red from holding back, and he shouted: "Let's go together, I don't believe there are so many of us that we can't defeat him! Since they are bullying others, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Qin Zheng walked over and relied on his strong mental power to shuttle through the crowd.
Chapter completed!
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