Chapter 390: Whipped

Feng Qiming didn't feel scared at this moment, but rather confident: "Discovered? Who found out? The owner of the family did it so seamlessly, who knows? Even the old guys from the Feng family will never know~"
"What's more, you are already dead, who would bother to worry about the dead? Xia Qingyu, the owner of the family tells you! Don't think that if you are a ghost, the owner of the family will be afraid of you! When you are a man, you are not afraid, let alone a ghost! Humph! You should thank me for letting your family reunite here! Hahaha!"
A dark light surging in Qingcheng's eyes, he took the photo-taking stone in his hand, and then held the Purple Cloud whip in his hand.
The voice was cold and said: "Zi Xiao, the master will teach him now."
The tail of Zi Xiao's whip lifted a little.
Immediately afterwards, Qingcheng's whip slammed it over, "Pop!" A whip struck Feng Qiming.
Feng Qiming cried out, looking at "Xia Qingyu" with horror in his eyes.
"You dare to beat the Patriarch! My Feng Qiming is now the Patriarch of the Feng Family!"
Qingcheng looked at him coldly: "You are the "Feng Patriarch"! You dare to call yourself Patriarch Feng with the counterfeit that you occupy the magpie's nest?"
"Flap! Pop!" Two whips again.
"Ah! You! Do you dare!"
The places where Feng Qiming has been drawn are all bloody. And while the body is being beaten, how does the spiritual power in the body feel dissipating?
Qingcheng whipped him a few more times, and Feng Qiming began to panic.
"Xia Qingyu! How dare you treat Ben with such an evil weapon..."
"Pop!" A whip was drawn on his mouth, and the barb of the whip made his mouth turn out from the edge of his mouth to his left cheek.
"Hmm!! Hiss..."
Feng Qiming's painful tears were crooked, and he didn't get any relief. My hands subconsciously touched my face and mouth, and then bounced back reflexively in the next second. It hurts! The whole mouth is numb, the teeth feel a little loose, and the corners of the mouth can't move...
Seeing him like that, Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you still speak?"
Feng Qiming couldn't believe that Xia Qingyu, who was gentle and watery, would have such a cruel side?
He raised his head and looked at "her" with anger, and tried his best to move the corner of his mouth, and said: "Li... Li is so swollen, so much money!" (How can you be so vicious!)
"Xia Qingyu" sneered: "Is it ruthless? Compared to your Feng Qiming's viciousness, what can I do?" Then there was another whip.
The barrier was filled with whipping and Feng Qiming's painful cries.
Yun Haochen just watched quietly, knowing that Qingcheng needed to vent.
Qingcheng's anger towards Feng Qiming contained the resentment remaining in the body of the original owner, and Qingcheng's own shame on Feng Qiming. He didn't stop until he watched Feng Qiming dying.
At this time, the Yuan Ying originally cultivated in Feng Qiming's body, that is, the mini Feng Qiming Yuanshen, was also dissipated a little bit, and finally removed...the cultivation base fell directly to the second floor of the third-level spiritualist. The flesh is not intact, it's all flesh and blood turned out, and it's a blur...The clothes are also broken...
Qingcheng took out a medicine bottle and opened the medicine powder, and sprinkled it directly on his mouth and face, and on his body.
In a moment, the wound on Feng Qiming's body stopped bleeding.
Then he said lightly: "Do you know? Actually Feng Qingcheng is not dead~"
Feng Qiming was dying on the ground. He raised his head hard when he heard these words and looked at "Xia Qingyu" in surprise.
"What...what? No..."