Xue Peng said furiously, "A mere soldier dares to discuss military affairs, insult the commander, and beat a hundred whips and hang them for ten days."

At this time, Erhu hesitated and stepped forward and said, "Sir, isn't it too much?"

The horse camp officer on the side kicked Wei Yuting and cursed, "You little bastard, why don't you apologize to the adults."

Wei Yuting laughed and said, "Apologize, I'll compensate your mother. Now I'm disabled and I don't want to live anymore."

"You old guy, I have washed your feet for so many days, and I can't continue acting anymore. That day, why didn't my sword stab you to death?"

Wei Yuting looked crazy. Xue Peng pointed at Wei Yuting and Erhu, and said to the official of the Maying Camp, "Did you hear it? If you don't want to repent, you should not be willing to die, so let it go."

The soldier was furious when he heard Wei Yuting's words. He immediately pulled him down and hung him on the gate. The whip was dipped in water and whipped him hard on Wei Yuting's back, making a crisp crackling sound.

"One." The soldier who executed shouted suddenly, and his skin became shattered as soon as he whipped it down.

Wei Yuting cried out in pain and cursed, "Xue Peng, you yellow-haired boy, even if I am a ghost, I will pester you day and night, ah...!"

The heart-wrenching screams made the soldiers nearby feel angry and dared not look directly at them.

The soldier who was executing the military law shouted, "Three", and another whip was whipped on Wei Yuting.

“Four, five, six…twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven…”

The soldiers who carried out military law shouted as before, but Wei Yuting's voice became smaller and smaller.

When he whipped the fiftieth whip, Wei Yuting was covered in blood, hanging from the gate, motionless.

The soldier stopped beating and ran to the tent of the central army, "Sir, I fainted."

Xue Peng said angrily, "Wake up with water and continue."

Erhu couldn't bear it, so he grabbed the soldiers who were enforcing the military law and stepped forward again and said, "Sir, if you continue to fight, it will be a death."

The official of the Ma camp also hurriedly said, "Sir, even if you teach a lesson, you must have a degree."

The soldier who was executing military law looked at Xue Peng, and Xue Peng snorted coldly, "I have given him a chance. He doesn't cherish it himself. A hundred whip must not be missing, so why don't you go quickly."

The soldier hurried down and poured a bucket of water on Wei Yuting's body. The wound was stained with water, and the muscles on his face were beating violently.

Wei Yuting fainted several times with his whip and his whip. Fortunately, he had the cultivation level, otherwise he would have died long ago.

That night, the Maying Officer walked over in the dark, put Wei Yuting down, then threw a bottle of trauma medicine for him, untied the rope and said, "You go, don't come back."

Wei Yuting looked at the Maying Official, "If I let me go, aren't you afraid that the adults will punish you?"

The official Ma Ying thrust his chest and looked at Wei Yuting and said, "I am so old, so I'm afraid. Boy, I tell you, I'm not for you, I'm for the adults, I don't want the adults to bear a narrow-minded infamy."

Wei Yuting barely stood up, his whole body hurt when he moved, and then he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you."

The horse camp official turned around and said, "Get out quickly."

However, at this moment, Wei Yuting suddenly burst out, and he slapped the horse camp official and hung up the horse camp official and said softly, "Ma camp official, I'm sorry."

As he said that, Wei Yuting avoided the guards, ran to the spiritual weapon library, made a handprint, unzipped the isolation restrictions, and walked in.

The soldier who was guarding the spiritual weapon trunk saw Wei Yuting and exclaimed, "Wei Yuting, you..."

The soldier was about to shout, but Wei Yuting took the lead and slapped the soldier out with one palm, then swept away most of the new spiritual weapons and talisman bullets in the spiritual weapon library, and then sneaked out of the camp.

The next morning, the Maying Officer finally woke up and shouted, "Wei Yuting, I can't spare that bastard."

When the central army tent heard Wei Yuting ran away, Xue Peng furiously said, "Maying Master, do you know your crime?"

The horse camp official lowered his head and whispered, "I am humble, I know the crime."

"Take it down and take twenty responsibilities."

At this moment, the soldier guarding the spiritual weapon library ran over and said in a hurry, "Sir, it's not good. Wei Yuting knocked out the young man yesterday and snatched away most of the new spiritual weapons and talisman bullets."

Xue Peng suddenly stood up and was furious when he heard this, "Didn't this bastard agree that there would be only one? This brat is really the opposite, right?"

Xue Peng's face turned gloomy and then ordered, "Erhu."

"The last one will be there." Erhu stepped forward with a serious expression.

"I'll let you lead a hundred cavalry and make sure to capture people back."

Erhu said in a deep voice, "Sir, my subordinates will definitely capture the traitor."

As he said that, Erhu turned around and left, sorted out the Lu Shu beast, brought a hundred cavalry, and held a new spiritual weapon, and teamed up ten people and spread nets from all directions.

Next to a stream, Wei Yuting wiped the wound on his chest and applied healing medicine. He endured the pain and wanted to wipe the back behind him, but no matter how hard he could, he couldn't reach it.

At this moment, a person's voice sounded, "Young man, it seems you need help."

Wei Yuting immediately became alert when he heard this, and suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged man coming over behind him.

Wei Yuting instantly took out a new spiritual weapon, aimed at the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed him violently. Wei Yuting felt that his body could not move. He was shocked. Who was the middle-aged man in front of him? His cultivation was so terrifying?

The middle-aged man moved his wrist and Wei Yuting's palm holding the new spiritual weapon was pried apart with a force. At the same time, the new spiritual weapon in his hand suddenly flew into the middle-aged man's hand.

After playing for a while, the middle-aged man then asked Wei Yuting, "This should be a magical new spiritual weapon. I heard that a cultivator in the Qi Practice stage could even kill a lay Buddhist in the Consecration Realm with this new spiritual weapon?"

The new spiritual weapon was aimed at a stone and it took a long time to tinker. No matter how he injected spiritual power, he could not inspire this new spiritual weapon.

He looked at Wei Yuting, threw the new spiritual weapon to Wei Yuting, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Show me."

Wei Yuting said in his heart, "Good opportunity, this is your own death."

Without hesitation, Wei Yuting raised his gun and pointed it at the middle-aged man, inspiring a new spiritual weapon. With a loud bang, a fire was stimulated from the new spiritual weapon, and the talisman bullet instantly hit the middle-aged man.

Being hit by the talisman bullet, the powerful impact force suddenly flew backwards. Wei Yuting looked happy and said in his heart, "I'm really looking for death, but I can't blame me."
Chapter completed!