This mind control is exactly one of the thirty-six secret books that Hua Buyi took. Zhang Jun was the first to practice the mind control, and he already had some experience.
As soon as he put on his airs, five people came closer. Only his figure swayed, and the shackles on his feet did not affect his movements at all. He didn't make any movements, and one of them felt a tightness in his chest and was knocked away.
, the other four people also rushed to nothing.
In the late Qing Dynasty, Guo Yunshen practiced Xingyi Five Elements Bengquan in prison. Since his hands and feet were shackled, he could only take half a step when punching, creating the famous Half-step Bengquan. Now Zhang Jun moves in small steps, but is equally powerful.
The one who sinks is invincible.
However, the movement he made at this time was using the transfer handle that was controlled by his mind. The seemingly simple footwork actually contained a mystery. At the same time, he cooperated with the marching chop handle and pounding, and rushed towards the other four people.
"Puff!" There were several muffled sounds, and the remaining people couldn't even see their silhouettes clearly, so they were knocked away and fell to the ground, groaning and unable to move.
He looked down at the five people on the ground and said coldly: "If you give me a killing stick, you have to be capable."
The sound inside alerted the guards outside, and several prison guards rushed in. They were not surprised by the situation in front of them, as they seemed to encounter this kind of thing often. One of them, a dark-faced man in his fifties, came over, stared at Zhang Jun and said:
"Boy, I don't know how long you can last for a few seconds."
Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you say this?"
The black-faced man said: "Originally, you are only a pending prisoner in No. 4 Prison, and you are being held on behalf of others. Logically speaking, you cannot be locked up with those old prisoners. But you dare to beat the prison guards, and you are too dangerous, so we can only put you in jail."
Send it in."
Zhang Jun sneered and said: "Whatever, I want to see how many real dragons this Prison No. 4 can fight."
"Okay, you have the guts!" The black-faced man gave a thumbs up, "I hope you can come out alive."
After saying that, he turned around and ordered: "Send him to the courtyard."
This is indeed a "big courtyard", a huge courtyard with rows of houses built in it. In addition, there are gardens, water boiling rooms, bathing rooms, and even basketball courts and cinemas.
If someone comes here, they will most likely think of it as a small town with good infrastructure. However, the residents here are not ordinary residents, but extremely dangerous prisoners.
Zhang Jun first walked through a 100-meter-long tunnel, passed through twelve iron fences inside, and then passed through a half-foot-thick steel door and entered the "courtyard."
After entering the compound, he thought he was in the wrong place. The inside of Prison No. 4 actually looked like this?
He saw more than a dozen figures moving in the distance. Among them were old people and young people. They were working hard with hoe, plowing a vegetable field, and some were carrying water basins. These people seemed to have noticed Zhang Jun.
There was no sign of the arrival of this new person, and everyone was still doing their own things.
Looking around, the compound is surrounded by a wall that is twenty meters high. The wall is extremely smooth. On top of the high wall, there is a tower every ten meters, guarded by prison guards with live ammunition. Moreover, the high wall
There is also a dense high-voltage power grid installed on the wall.
He was secretly surprised. He was imprisoned in this place and could hardly fly. He couldn't even think of escaping.
After observing for a while, a loudspeaker on a telephone pole next to him sounded: "Prisoner Zhang Jun, your code name is 4137, and cell 313 is where you will live in the future."
As he finished speaking, a red dot appeared under his feet and moved forward. He looked up and found that a prison guard on the tower was using the laser from a sniper rifle to guide him. He silently followed the red dot on the ground towards
He walked forward and soon arrived in front of a row of houses.
In front of him was a door with the number 313 written on it, which was obviously the cell where he wanted to live. Just as he was about to push the door open, a man in his thirties or forties walked next to him, with a green-skinned bald head and a wolf-like face.
His eyes seemed to be blood red, which was frightening.
"Newcomer, the leader wants to see you." Baldhead said, his voice cold.
Zhang Jun asked: "Who is the leader?"
The bald man said: "The dragon head is the god in the courtyard. He holds the power of life and death. If he says anything, you will die."
Zhang Jun nodded: "I'll go."
The bald man led the way, and the two of them walked along the long cells until they reached cell number 001. The door was open, and there were more than a dozen people standing scattered on the left and right sides. They all looked at Zhang Jun with cold eyes, as if they were looking at a dead person.
, said nothing.
Baldhead said: "You can go in, the dragon head is inside."
Zhang Jun was about to take a step forward. At this moment, a middle-aged prisoner next to him who was less than one meter away suddenly moved. In a flash of cold light, he held an iron thorn and stabbed Zhang Jun's lower back. This
It was hard, fast and accurate, like a well-trained killer.
The shackles on Zhang Jun's body were all removed, so as soon as he moved his body, he stepped aside, and then punched out. This blow was simple and direct, as fast as lightning, and it was the advanced blocking hammer evolved from the Tai Chi Hammer style.
The person who attacked was not slow to react. He failed to succeed in one attack and immediately retreated, standing ten meters away and looking at him coldly.
Zhang Jun snorted coldly and stepped across the threshold. He somewhat understood that the person just now was probably testing him. If he couldn't avoid the sneak attack, he would naturally die and would not even be qualified to enter.
After entering the door, I saw another big man two meters away, with muscles on his body and eyes like copper bells, blocking the way.
Zhang Jun sighed, knowing that this was probably another test, so he put on the air of Zhenwu Mother Fist and prepared to fight. Unexpectedly, at this time, a sigh came from the distance, and an old and powerful voice said: "Big man, I have Zhenwu.
If you can't stand the fight, let him come over."
The big man turned sideways, and Zhang Jun saw the scene behind him. Sitting on a wooden bed was an old man who was at least sixty years old. His hair was gray, but his eyes were very clear and lively.
To the left and right of the old man, there were more than ten people, some old and some middle-aged, with different images. They all lowered their heads and looked at their noses and hearts.
"Young man, come here." The old man spoke.
As soon as these words came out, the people on both sides were shocked. Longtou has not seen anyone new for many years. How could he pay attention to this young man today? Is it just because he has good kung fu?
Zhang Jun walked slowly, and with every step he took, he felt a strong pressure, which was so strong that he couldn't breathe. The aura emanated from the old man.
However, his pace became faster and faster. When he approached within five meters of the old man, an old man on the left shouted sharply: "You see the dragon head, why don't you kneel down?"
The sound from the other party was like a violent surge, which made Zhang Jun's eardrums hurt. He couldn't help but look over and realized that the old man's vitality and blood had reached an incredible level.
"Is this old man's cultivation at the peak of his strength? I am absolutely no match for him." He thought to himself.
Facing the old man's scolding, his expression remained unchanged and said: "I'm sorry, I only kneel to my parents in heaven and earth."
A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, as if he was about to take action. At this time, the old man on the wooden bed said: "Old Hu, wait for me to ask him a few words."
The old man lowered his head again and stopped looking at Zhang Jun. The dragon's eyes flashed and he stared at him and asked: "I see you have a unique temperament. Young man, who are you?"
Zhang Jun knew in his heart that the Buddha's eye relic made his temperament different from ordinary people and difficult to see through. The old man in front of him obviously had extremely good eyesight, and he discovered something unusual.
He looked directly at the old man and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Zhang Jun, the thirty-ninth generation descendant of Shennongmen."
The old man's eyes were filled with brilliance, and he asked somewhat eagerly: "Hua Buyi is your master?"
"Exactly." Zhang Jun said, wondering if this old man knew his master?
The old man nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, very good, it seems that this thief doesn't want me to die early!"
The old man called Lao Hu just now stared at Zhang Jun with his eyes glaring, and said coldly: "Boy, how can you prove your identity?"
Zhang Jun sneered: "Believe it or not, I was sent here because of a conspiracy. I won't stay for long, and I won't have any conflict of interest with you, so it's best for everyone not to provoke anyone."
"That's not a bad tone!" Lao Hu snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you are the one who was instigated by others to assassinate Longtou."
"First, before today, I didn't know who the leader was. Second, you are all in prison. If I really want to kill you, there is no need to bother. I can just pull you out and shoot you." He responded coldly.
The suspicion on Lao Hu's face became even stronger, and he said: "Boy, don't pretend to be confused. They have carried out at least thirty assassinations over the years. Although the big bosses have locked up the faucet, they don't dare to kill them.
, because they cannot afford the loss."
Zhang Jun heard that this leader's identity was very complicated and he was often assassinated, so it was no wonder that they were suspicious. He thought about it and knew that if he couldn't prove his identity, he would probably be splashed with blood immediately.
"It's easy to prove that I am a disciple of the Shennong Sect." After saying that, he walked towards the old man on the wooden bed. Immediately, there were more than ten sharp eyes on him from both sides. If he had any special powers, he would immediately
to suffer a fatal attack.
The old man looked calm and waited for Zhang Jun to approach one meter away before saying: "It is rumored that Divine Doctor Hua can tell what kind of disease a person has at a glance. I happen to be a little unwell, can you tell?"
Zhang Jun used Buddha's Eye to see through, and was shocked to find that the internal organs of the old man in front of him were covered with hidden wounds, and even his bones were everywhere. How many blows must he have experienced to cause such injuries?
However, the old man himself is actually a master of holding elixirs, and his vitality is extremely powerful. He has suppressed these hidden wounds all his life and prevented them from exploding. In fact, his vitality now is far stronger than that of ordinary people.
In addition, the meridians on the old man's legs had been severely damaged, and he might have lost the ability to walk. What surprised him even more was that there seemed to be a chronic poison running slowly in the old man's body, slowly eating away at his vitality.
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He could conclude that if it weren't for this chronic toxicity, the old man would definitely be able to recover from his hidden injuries on his own.
A few minutes later, he had seen through the old man's physical condition, sighed, and said: "Your body is in very bad shape. With your Dan realm cultivation, you could have fully recovered. It's a pity that someone didn't want you to recover and put a chronic disease in your body."
Poison keeps you in your current state."
The faces of the people around changed drastically. Was the dragon's head poisoned? They looked at each other, as if they wanted to find the person who had poisoned them among these people.
The old man's expression remained unchanged and he said with a smile: "He is indeed the successor of a miracle doctor, which is admirable." Then he said, "I wonder if little brother can help me get rid of the toxins?"
Zhang Jun was not sure, so he could only say: "Try your best." Then his face turned cold, "But my medical fees are very high, can you afford it?"