surnamed Wang

Tang Chen and Hong Mao soon came to the third cell, which was obviously different from the first two. The cell door was not made of ordinary iron railings, but made of a whole piece of iron plate. The exact thickness is unknown. There is a narrow hole under the iron gate, which is specially used for passing meals.

This was the first cell they encountered that was guarded. The guard was a Tang Sect disciple in a black suit, with a bell that looked like copper and iron pinned to his waist.Seeing the two people coming, the man was stunned for a moment, and then asked Tang Jing:
"Why, you want to choose him?"

Tang Jing showed helplessness, "The teacher's order is hard to break, so open the door."

The guard nodded without asking any more questions, turned around and took out the key.

With the sound of "click", the door lock was opened, and the thickness of the iron door far exceeded Hong Mao's prediction. At this moment, his curiosity had reached its peak. As far as this iron door alone was concerned, he believed that there was a three-headed and six-armed monster inside. .

But when the iron door was completely opened, he was dumbfounded. In the huge prison cell, there was only a fat, bald old guy sitting there, whose appearance was not much better than the one in the first cell. Don't forget to put it in front of your nose and smell it when you're done.

Hearing the sound, the old man raised his head and looked at the people with a smile on his face. His appearance was very normal, and he did not look like a vicious person at all, but none of the people present were young children who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, so naturally they would not Be blinded by appearances.

Tang Jing stepped forward, took out a porcelain bottle and said:

"Here is the antidote to the poison you are suffering from. It can make you feel comfortable for a long time. The premise is that you will accompany me to practice in the martial arts field."

The old man said with a kind smile:
"What if the old man accidentally beat you to death?"

"Life and death are life and death. If you are inferior to others, you can't blame others."

"it is good!"

The old man patted the table next to him hard, and with the sound of "crash", Hong Mao felt his eyes blur, and the next moment, the old man was already in front of the three of them.

Seeing this, the guard subconsciously touched the bell around his waist with his right hand. The old man gave him a sarcasm look, but he didn't intend to move on. Extending to the wall, the sound just now came from here.

The old man stretched out his hand towards Tang Jing, who threw out a elixir expressionlessly, and the old man caught it and swallowed it without any hesitation.

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The Tang Sect has many martial arts arenas. In addition to a few large and small ones in the square, there are more than ten scattered in the courtyards of the Zongmen. In addition, there are also rings on each floor as dungeons for detaining serious offenders.

The area of ​​the arena is small, and it is made of large pieces of granite.

Hong Mao stood under the stage, looking curiously at the old and young people on the stage. The chain on the old man's feet was still there, but at this time it was tied to a protruding iron ring in the center of the stage, which was just long enough to cover the entire martial arts stage.

Seeing this, the young man couldn't help slandering, this Tang Sect is a famous sect after all, so he is so careful, but think about it, how can a sect that relies on hidden weapons and poison to make a fortune have such a big heart?
The black-clothed guard from before also followed, standing aside and watching coldly, his right hand resting on the weird bell from the beginning to the end.

Seeing that there was no movement between the two on the stage, the young man leaned over to the guard and asked in a low voice: …

"Brother, please ask me, what is the background of this old man, I think you all seem to be jealous of him?"

Seeing him, the other party was quite polite, and explained:
"This old guy's real name is Li Huoyun. He is a little devil. He likes to eat the heart of the living. He is also extremely cunning. During the war, he killed no less than a hundred people. Later, he fled to Bashu and provoked the eldest son who was still alive at that time. Captured by Tangmen.

You must have seen it just now. This person's skills are weird. Even the sect's strange poison can't completely suppress his skills. Now that Tang Jing hastily given the antidote, I'm afraid he will suffer for a while. "

"Since that's the case, what if he gets aggressive and troubles us after killing Tang Jing? Can that thin iron chain stop him?" The young man looked worried.

The guard glanced at Hong Mao, a little surprised how Tang Jing knew such a person, and even came up expecting his friend to be killed. Although he was not happy, he still explained:

"The iron chain is made of black iron. Unless you have the help of a magic soldier, you can't even think about pulling it by force. And even if he is lucky enough to open it, I still have other ways to subdue him."

"That's good!" Hong Mao patted his chest, rejoicing.

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While the two were talking, the old man sitting quietly in the middle of the ring slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, saying:

"To be able to enter the sixth floor of the dungeon, you must be a core disciple of the Tang Sect. The old man has been trapped for 30 years. The disciples of the inner and outer sects have killed many disciples. This is the first time for the disciples of Tianjiao. I will taste your food later. darling."

At the end of the old man's speech, he completely lost the kindness at the beginning, with a ferocious smile on his face, and hostility in his eyes. Seeing this, Hong Mao touched his chin and said to himself:
"Mother, this old thing is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. I don't know if I and him face off, how many times will we win?"

The guard at the side gave him a sideways look, but he didn't take the young man's words seriously. For a guy who is so afraid of death, he probably can only brag to get his mouth full.

……

Li Huoyun slapped the ground, and his figure rose immediately, leaving a five-fingered palm print under the hard granite ring.

Tang Jing's face was dignified, and he waved the sword forward without hesitation. The scabbard was shot out instantly as a hidden weapon, but the old man was not flustered. His figure didn't stop at all, and he flew straight forward, a bit faster than he was in the cell before.

Tang Jing knew that the old man was scary, so he didn't dare to take it too seriously. The sword in his hand was flying, resisting the old man's first attack.

"Hey, boy, don't be an old man who doesn't know that you have learned the sword skills of those five girls. What can a big man do if he learns swords from a woman?"

As the old man said, he stabbed out with his left palm wrapped in the wind. Tang Jing caught a glimpse of a white light, and quickly raised his sword to parry.

The old man practiced some kind of strange technique, his hands were slightly white, and when they collided with the sharp sword, they made an ear-piercing sound of gold and stone.

Seeing that his left hand was blocked, the old man whose real name was Li Huoyun immediately turned around, and his right hand, which was also glowing with white light, came out from an extremely tricky angle, aiming directly at Tang Jing's heart.

The latter did not dare to relax his vigilance from the beginning to the end. With a flick of the steel blade in his hand, the opponent's left hand flicked away.

Hong Mao in the audience was excited to see it, and directly clamped the jewel-encrusted sword under his arm, stretched out his hand and applauded:
"Tang Jing, good job. I don't know what kind of temperament you are. If it were me, if this old boy dared to insult my master, I would knock out his front teeth."

Tang Jing didn't react to the young man's attack. On the contrary, Li Huoyun had no good temper. He pushed the young man back with a slap, turned his head to look at the nonsensical junior, and said with a sinister smile:

"Boy, no one in your family taught you to speak well? You'd better not fall into my hands."

Hong Mao flashed the sword in his hand and said with a smile:
"Old man, I'm not from Zhihu, young master. Who are you scaring? Wait for Tang Jing to knock out your front teeth and replace your rear molars with young master."

As Hong Mao said, he looked at the black-clothed guard aside, "My dear friend, do you want to come together?"

The latter's face immediately became unnatural when he heard the words, and he thought to himself, why are you dragging me to death?
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