Rebirth IX I still love you

Chapter 203 Curled Up
"Whether he is a demon cultivator or not, just try again!" Hong Zhenyun gave himself a breath, stepped back, sat on the red sandalwood chair, and looked at the other martial practitioners in the room.

The average age of those martial arts practitioners was over 30 years old, and they seemed to understand what Hong Zhenyun meant, and surrounded Yin Mohan one after another.

"Senior Hong, what are you going to do?" Yang Yunyu asked with an ugly expression.

"If he is a demon cultivator, he will show his feet if he can't stand it! The demon cultivators are cruel and heartless, and we must not let any demon cultivator go!"

Yan Liyue didn't understand why Yin Mohan was able to hide from the detection of Hong Zhenyun and the Lingqi Baojing, but she understood what Hong Zhenyun meant, and used the most direct method to force Yin Mohan to reveal his true colors.

The palm of the middle-aged man holding the precious mirror landed on Yin Mohan's chest.

Yin Mohan vomited blood with a wow, and Yan Liyue also caught the flash of anger in his eyes.

Elder Sun and Yan Zheng were startled and took a few steps back.

The eyes of the martial practitioners all around stared at Yin Mohan with a chill in their eyes, as if they would kill him on the spot if he showed any signs of cheating.

Yang Yunyu gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

After the middle-aged man took action, two younger martial artists held Yin Mohan's left and right hands at the same time.

Another martial artist showed his cultivation and kicked Yin Mohan in the abdomen!
On that ugly face, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the blood at the corner of his mouth stained his clothes red. Even his eyes gradually turned red, and he looked as if he would fight back at any moment.

but……

He glanced at Yang Yunyu, and his tightly clenched fists gradually loosened at that moment.

"Why don't you do it?" A martial artist asked loudly.

Soon, fists like raindrops fell on Yin Mohan's body one after another. He was beaten to the ground, curled up, and endured their attacks forcefully, but he clenched his teeth and did not fight back.

Yan Liyue's eyes became reserved. This method was too much, but her consciousness told her that once Yin Mohan took action, her identity as a demon cultivator would be exposed.

Yang Yunyu looked away and did not look at Yin Mohan.

Yin Mohan was beaten until he vomited blood, but he still curled up and did not fight back.

Those martial arts practitioners also attacked more and more ruthlessly. Yin Mohan had wounds all over his body, and his clothes were stained red with blood, as if he would die at any moment.

Yang Yunyu still didn't look at Yin Mohan.

And Yin Mohan was beaten like that, not only didn't fight back, he didn't even snort, he clenched his teeth.

No matter in another world or on the earth, because of their cultivation path, demon cultivators have extremely cruel temperaments and even more cruel methods. For them, killing people is like killing chickens, and they can do so without blinking an eye.

If Yin Mohan hadn't been poisoned by Yanli Yuexia, she wouldn't even think he was a demon cultivator.

Yin Mohan was beaten until he curled up on the ground motionless.

The middle-aged man glanced at Hong Zhenyun.

Hong Zhenyun's expression was subtle, and just as he was about to speak out, a cold voice sounded slowly, "Old Hong, I've tried the method, can we just stop it?"

"Dad!" Yang Yunyu shouted.

Yang Dao in a black suit appeared in the tea house. Behind him, he brought five or six martial artists. The white-haired man standing behind Yang Dao attracted Yan Liyue's attention.

The man was only in his thirties, but his hair was all white, and the aura he exuded seemed not much weaker than Hong Zhenyun.

(End of this chapter)