surnamed Wang

Facing Hong Mao's clamor, the old man on the stage finally got really angry, his eyes turned red and he said:
"I'm going to decide the heart of the three of you."

After speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look at Tang Chen, and quickly handed out the knife in his hand. The knife's aura was more than twice as fierce as before. Seeing this, the latter quickly retreated, and couldn't help cursing the young man in his heart.

But even if he wanted to settle the score with Hong Mao, he had to be able to get off the stage alive. At a critical moment, Tang Chen did not hesitate to use the Thirteen Stunning Stances, starting with the fifth move to break the armor. After a pause, he advanced instead of retreating, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of the old man's eyebrows.

The old man smiled cruelly, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, his body was moving forward, the tip of the knife in his hand pointed at the chest and throat of the opponent, and he did not intend to hold back at all.

Although Tang Chen was not a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, it would be a bit aggrieved to die here, but he really didn't want to break his momentum, so he slanted the sharp sword in his hand and slammed straight into the old man's right palm.

On the other hand, Li Huoyun didn't have too many worries. He had been a prisoner for 30 years and was fed various poisons from time to time. He had walked between life and death dozens of times, and at this moment he was determined to want the other party's life.

The old man's right hand turned a knife into a claw, grabbed Tang Chen's blade, and then pulled his right hand and sent his left hand away, almost piercing the opponent's chest.

Tang Chen didn't expect that the other party would use desperate means, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw the sharp sword, but the old man refused to let him do so. Even though his right hand was bleeding profusely, he still held the sword tightly, perhaps because he was afraid Unreliable, in the end he turned his wrist and wrapped the blade of the sword around his hand, and the entire palm of his right hand was covered in blood and flesh.

Facing the almost desperate posture of the old man, Tang Chen now wished he could greet all eighteen generations of Hong Mao's ancestors.

When the saber in the old man's hand was only a line away from his chest, Tang Chen finally chose to retreat. He let go of the hilt of the sword with his right hand, leaned back, and kicked the opponent's wrist with his left foot. direction.

The old man brushed Tang Chen's cheek with his left hand, and the latter tried his best to avoid the blow, but his handsome face was inevitably injured by the saber energy, leaving a deep and not shallow line. mouth.

The two separated, the old man withdrew his left hand, stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on it, and said with a creepy smile, "Boy, do you want to beat me?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the guard in black under the stage, who had already taken off the bell around his waist, and it might shake at any time.

Li Huoyun threw the twisted sword aside, tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around his hands, then sat down cross-legged, practicing his kung fu to heal his injuries.

Chen's complexion was uncertain, and after a while he sighed, turned around and walked down the stage.

……

Hong Mao opened his innocent eyes, looking at Tang Chen and the old man for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

Tang Chen didn't seem to be in a good mood. He didn't even say hello. He stepped off the stage and whispered a few words to the black-clothed guard before turning his head and walking away.

Hong Mao knew that he had gotten into trouble again this time, so he followed him, not even making sarcastic remarks that he was usually good at.

Looking back at the old man in the stands, he had already returned to the peaceful state at the beginning, let the guards feed him poison, and walked obediently towards his cell.

...

After walking a long way, Hong Mao was really too curious, and asked cheekily:
"Why is the old man so obedient, he stopped when he said he would stop, and just now he was clamoring to eat our hearts and livers, why is he so sluggish now?"

Tang Chen's mood eased a little at this time, and he said coldly:
"He has the Tang Sect's poisonous Gu in his body. Even if the Gu insect is in his body, he can't use it with great power. Even if the poison of cartilage and tendons is cured, as long as the guard rings the bell, he will still kneel if he is not in the realm of Martial Immortal."

"Hey, if you are so powerful, wouldn't your Tang Sect be able to command the martial arts?"

"There are only three Gu worms in the entire Tang Sect. Although Li Huoyun was imprisoned on the sixth floor, he was fed Gu worms for some reason. I think his abilities should be more than that. I underestimated the enemy this time."

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The two spoke little along the way, and soon came to the fourth cell. This time it was rare to meet someone who looked like a human being.

The people in the cell looked to be in their early forties, and their hair and beard were neatly groomed. Although they wore old bunts, they didn’t look sloppy. Being underground, damp musty smell is unavoidable.

Tang Jing also seemed to be more polite to the man than the previous few, only to see him cupping his hands and saying:

"Mr. Tang, long time no see."

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the young man for a long time before suddenly saying:
"It turned out to be Tang Jing. I remember that the last time we met was three years ago. At that time, you had not been accepted as a disciple by Miss Wu."

Tang Jingjing nodded, with a rare smile on his face, "Everything is thanks to Mr.'s guidance. I have always wanted to come to thank you, but it is a pity that I cannot enter the sixth floor without Master's token..."

"Haha, it's okay." The middle-aged man smiled heartily, "I know Miss Wu's temper best, she hates me so much, she definitely won't allow you to visit me."

After finally meeting someone who was not so strange, Hong Mao was already extremely curious. Now that the two looked like old acquaintances, the young man almost had the word "gossip" engraved on his face. After a while, he took a look inside the cell. The man looked at Tang Jing for a while, as if he wanted to find some clues.

The two of them walked along the way, and Tang Jing already had a little understanding of this guy. He knew that if he let his wild thoughts go on, he would definitely cause trouble for himself in the end, so he didn't hide it, and said bluntly:
"Mr. Tang was originally a disciple of the Tang Sect, but it's a pity that he didn't become obsessed with practicing kung fu, and his mind changed unconsciously, so he was locked in the dungeon as a last resort."

"Changes in mind?" The boy looked suspicious.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side smiled and said:

"There is no need to cover for me. Since I did it, there is nothing I dare not admit. Back then when Tang was practicing kung fu, he attracted the demons and broke into the fifth girl's room in the middle of the night to do something wrong. Fortunately, she was smart enough to avoid my mistake. Wrong again.

Many disciples of the Tang Sect came to stop them, and I beat four or five of them to death. When Tang regained his consciousness, he was tied up in the Law Enforcement Hall.

The suzerain knew that I didn't do it intentionally, and wanted to punish me lightly, but Tang confessed that he had committed a serious crime, so he asked to be detained here. "

The boy was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then he gave a thumbs up and said:
"Mr. Tang is a real chivalrous man who dares to act. The younger generation has traveled all over the years and met many so-called heroes, but most of them are the masters who lift their pants and refuse to admit it. It is an insult to the word 'chivalry'."

Tang Jing turned his head when he heard the words, frowned slightly and said:
"You are so young, how many miles have you traveled before you dare to claim to have traveled all over the world? And those knights in your mouth, why don't I sound like a hero, but more like a prostitute?"

The boy put his hands in his sleeves, and the rascal said:

"The Jianghu look at seniority rather than age. Those heroes are also what they claim to be. How do I know if they are real or not?"

Hong Mao did not lie about one thing, he really traveled all over the world: from Donglu to the capital, from south to north, from the capital to Bashu, from north to south.

The middle-aged man in the cell saw the two young men bickering, smoothing their beards, and the smile on their faces grew stronger.

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surnamed Wang