Chapter 82: prisoner

"Look, look, look!" The young man suddenly cried out in excitement.
"I've seen it. What are you screaming about?" The middle-aged man in black robe replied.
"He came to save us." The young man danced, but he was trapped in a small cage and his movements were very funny.
"I told you a long time ago that they will come to us." The middle-aged man in black robe sneered: "This is the only way to turn Ge Weiyu to silk."
"But ... it was the younger brother who came to save us," the young man shouted.
"Little Brother?" The middle-aged man in black robe was dumbfounded: "Brother, you have been locked up for too long, can't you go crazy?"
"That's really little teacher, I dare to guarantee" the young man shouted, and then folded his hands before his mouth: "Here, my dearest little boy ..."
"Well, shut up for me." The middle-aged man in black robe was furious.
"What's wrong?" The young man looked at each other puzzled.
"I ask you, how long have we been locked here?" The middle-aged man in black robe asked.
"Has it been for decades? I can't remember the specifics," the young man said.
"What's that Bixiao doing?" The middle-aged man in black robe asked again.
"Majesty peak." The young man said: "After all, we have dealt with him for decades, this one can't hide from me."
"That kid just beheaded Bixiao Majesty just in the blink of an eye, you said he was a younger brother?" The middle-aged man in black robe asked.
"Yes," the young man nodded.
The middle-aged man in black robe collapsed his forehead, he paused, he seemed to drink something, but finally gave up, then said with helpless tone: "When you were a little bug, you went After sucking the blood of the master, the master should slap you to death, instead of giving you aura, so that you can practice the way you, a brainless guy, has become a master of my spiritual training, it is a door up and down. Shame "
"Laozi's cultivation is stronger than you," the young man said with a lip: "Today, I'm happy, don't care about you, and if you don't agree, wait for the younger brother to save us, we will fight hard."
"I can't beat you in a fight, I just want you to move your poor mind," said the middle-aged man in a black robe: "How long did it take you to practice from Xingjun to Maharaja?"
"Ten years ..." the young man replied while pondering.
"I go to your grandma ..." The middle-aged man in black robe didn't come up in one breath, Hao Xuan was choked: "It's more than a hundred and ten years, we all know the roots and roots. What kind of panic do you talk to me? Interesting? ? "
"Anyway, I remember I was promoted to the monarch in a blink of an eye." The young man insisted.
"You ... you you ..." The middle-aged man in black robe was really speechless, shaking the prisoner a few times, and then said bitterly: "If you can escape today, don't come to me in the future, just dare Close to me within a thousand miles, I will definitely die with you "
"Oh, what's mad? I know what you mean." The young man said with a grin: "You mean he can't be a younger brother, otherwise the cultivation will never be so powerful."
"Do you know what was confused just now?" The middle-aged man in black robe once again collapsed his forehead.
"Teasing you to play, so you don't have to say that I have no brains all day." The young man squeezed his eyes, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Su Tang: "But ... he really resembles the younger brother."
"Whether he looks like or not, let's not talk, wait for the change." The middle-aged man in black robe said.
Su Tang's body flickered from cage to cage. He knew the cage's organs. With just a light fingertip, he opened a cage. In a few moments, hundreds of prisoners have recovered their freedom here.
If ordinary people are imprisoned for a long time, once they are free, they are likely to flee, fearing that they will be caught again, and the captives here are all long-standing monks. They are very clear that if Su Tang is to harm them, there is no need. Put them out of the cage, not to mention the situation outside now, it is difficult to live alone, it is not as good as everyone gathered together, maybe they can still find a way of life, not to mention they want to hear Su Tang in the end Who is it and what do you want to do when you come here?
Su Tang was hovering in mid-air, and the captives around him were slowly gathering in this direction. His once dull eyes recovered somewhat.
Su Tang glanced around. He knew the identity of these monks. Their origins were unusual and had a high value of use, so that Fengxiazhuang couldn't bear to throw them outside to bet on it. It has been thousands of years.
"Each person issued ten Rong Shen Pills." Su Tang turned his head to the other party and said.
Fang Yizhe was stunned and didn't say anything. He fell to the ground and shouted: "Everyone comes to me to get ten Rong Shen Pills, hurry up."
There was a commotion in the crowd. If it was normal, ten melting gods would not be worth it to them, but now they have become their life-saving spirits.
In a blink of an eye, Rongshen Pill has been released, Su Tang said: "You take the pill, adjust the interest rate and practice first. We will give you the law and protect everyone's safety."
The monks sat down crisply on the ground, first served the Rong Shen Pill, then closed their eyes and began to adjust their breathing.
There is no way to practise here. All the cages are inscribed with spirit arrays, and they are disturbing them to run their spiritual veins. After countless years of suffering, most of them have reached the state of exhausting lamps and light, but they are barely supported by previous cultivation practices.
Almost a hundred years later, the monks woke up one after another and stood up one after another. Now it is imperative to leave Fengxiazhuang. It must not be time-consuming.
"I ask one thing." Su Tang said loudly: "Who ever went to Jiutian Xingyu to meet the monks?"
The crowd was silent, and no one responded.
Su Tang was really stunned. What happened? Isn't the two disciples of the ancestor of Linglianmen here?
Su Tang pondered for a moment, from the memory of the six crown princes, he found a handsome and handsome young man, but he looked around, surrounded by beggars, one that was dirty, some even grew out of hair After weeds, no one can be found.
A middle-aged man in black robe appeared in Su Tang's mind. He glanced around, and he could see that there were dozens of people in black robe, most of them were middle-aged.
Did he find the wrong place? The memory of the unlucky Sixth Prince Earthworm can't be faked
At this moment, a voice rang out from the crowd: "What do you want them to do?"