"You arrogant prisoner, see how I teach you a lesson."
Zhao Hu hurriedly took off the key on his waist. Because of his anger, the key dropped twice when he unlocked the lock.
The moment the iron gate opened, all the prisoners hugged their heads and hugged in the corner. It seemed that they had a lot of experience and knew that this was very dangerous at this time, and they might be affected by the fish.
Only Li Xuan was motionless. He looked at Zhao Hu and Zhang Long who were rushing in with great momentum, and was already impatient.
"Go to die."
Zhang Long waved the whip in his hand and whipped it from the air.
This time it was cruel and tricky. It seemed that I had worked hard on the whip technique.
Seeing the whip tip hit, Li Xuan raised his hand and grabbed the whip tip steadily in his hand.
"Hehe, die."
The whip was caught, and Zhang Long was not angry but happy. His wrist trembled and he pulled back suddenly, wanting to see the scene of blood splattering everywhere.
Zhang Long's confidence comes from the mechanism on the whip. There is a sharp blade on the side of his whip tip. If someone dares to grab it with his hands, the blood will flow as much as the heavy ones, and even the palms will be cut off.
Zhang Long has had many success experiences, and he likes to see the prisoners screaming with their broken palms.
At this moment, he pulled it back desperately, thinking that Li Xuan's palm would break, but what surprised him was that the whip was stretched straight into a straight line, one end in his hand, and the other end was held by Li Xuan, but it didn't move at all.
"How could it be!"
Zhang Long added another force, but even though he squeezed out sweat, he was still the same.
"Since you want it so much, I'll give it back to you."
Li Xuan's body was as hard as iron, so he would not be injured by a sharp blade. He had teased him enough, so he simply let go.
The whip was originally tense, but as soon as Li Xuan let go, the tip of the whip bounced back.
Zhang Long screamed strangely, his body lost balance, and he suddenly fell backwards, and the tip of the whip bounced back, hitting his forehead without bias.
The sharp blade cut a hole in his head, and blood immediately flowed.
Seeing that his companion suffered a great loss, how could Zhao Hu be willing to rest?
His huge body was quite flexible. He pulled out a long sword and rushed towards Li Xuan.
Li Xuan raised his hand, and the spiritual arrow came out of his hand, and with a "puff" sound, he passed through Zhao Hu's left shoulder.
"Oh my god!"
Zhao Hu suddenly fell to the ground, covered his wound and started crying.
The bearded man raised his head with courage. Seeing Zhao Hu and Zhang Long lying on the ground and calling his mother, he couldn't help but tremble. He said to himself: "It's over, it's over, it's over, this time I'll be killed."
Li Xuan sat on the blanket indifferently and said to Zhao Hu and Zhang Long: "You two dragged the body out and got out of here.
I will not leave so easily if I come to mess with me next time.”
The two prisoners suffered a great loss, but they dared not stay there. They endured the pain and got up and dragged Lao Gai's body out.
Standing at the door of the cell, Zhao Hu hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Li Xuan did not rush out, he locked the iron door of the cell tremblingly.
After they retreated to the second level of iron gate, the moment they closed the iron gate, Zhao Hu suddenly howled out loud: "Wait, I will make you worse than death!"
The iron door was then closed, followed by the sound of locking.
The prisoners in the cell were all ashamed, and the bearded man looked at Li Xuan incomprehensible, wondering why he didn't take advantage of the opportunity just now.
Li Xuan was too lazy to explain to them. He had sensed that there were several spiritual power fluctuations somewhere above his head.
"I should have thought that there should be such a spell prohibition in prison. When they came in just now, they seemed to have forgotten it."
Li Xuan laughed. He had decided to make a big fuss in prison, so let's see what other tricks the other party could use.
Soon, the iron door opened and a mess of footsteps sounded.
The leaders were Zhao Hu and Zhang Long. Behind them, in addition to a dozen aggressive prison guards, there were two monks.
One of the black-robed monks held a bowl in his hand, which was radiating a faint purple light, which immediately attracted Li Xuan's gaze.
"Purple gold bowl?"
Li Xuan was happy.
As the name suggests, the purple gold bowl is made of purple gold, which is a favorite material for monks.
It contains rich shadow spiritual power, and as long as it is used properly, it is a powerful magic weapon to restrain most monks.
"It seems that they regard me as an ordinary monk... I didn't expect to send me a big gift."
Li Xuan thought with a smile.
He didn't expect that he would have such a rich harvest after going to prison. If he had known it, he would have applied to come in and take a walk.
"It's him!"
Zhao Hu and Zhang Long dared not get close, and pointed at Li Xuan through the iron railing from a distance.
"You can't handle such a young little doll?"
The monk holding the bowl in his hand floats with his long beard and is powerful without anger.
"Sir Chen Lai, he... he is a monk, how could we do it?"
Zhao Hu cried and said.
The monk named Chen Lai snorted coldly and walked out of the iron railing proudly.
The prisoners in the prison cell had long been lying on the ground and holding their heads with their hands, leaving Li Xuan'an sitting on the blanket, staring at the purple gold bowl with bright eyes.
"Do you recognize this magic weapon?"
Chen Lai stared at Li Xuan and asked, "This is a purple gold bowl, which can imprison the spiritual power of the monks.
No matter how capable you are, you have to be obedient in this prison!”
When he said the last few words, he was so stern. At the same time, the purple gold bowl in his hand appeared, and a dark purple light shot out, heading straight for Li Xuan's face.
Li Xuan raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and covered the light.
The light hit his palm and immediately turned into countless fine lights, pouring in along the pores on his skin.
Chen Lai laughed: "He has been invaded by the shadow spiritual power, you go and take him down."
Generally speaking, if a monk is invaded by the shadow spiritual power, his spiritual power will be affected and he will not be able to use spells for a period of time.
Chen Lai's purple gold bowl was specially prepared for monks and prisoners. In his opinion, Li Xuan had lost his spiritual power, just like a tiger without teeth, and was not afraid at all.
Zhao Hu and Zhang Long were overjoyed. They rushed to the door of the prison cell to open the iron door, rushed in with other prison guards, ready to teach Li Xuan a lesson and avenge the revenge that had just happened.
When he rushed to Li Xuan, Zhang Long waved his fist and was about to fall on Li Xuan's body, but a red light was glimpsed at the corner of his eyes.
His pupils dilated, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, thinking desperately: Didn’t he have no spiritual power anymore?
"Peng" a ball of fire burned, and Zhang Long's body was full of flames and turned into a fire man.
He thrust wildly, and hit the iron railing and fell to the ground. After struggling for a few times, he stopped moving.
"This is!"
Chen Lai was stunned. He witnessed the complete scene of Zhang Long being burned, and he really didn't understand why the purple gold bowl failed.
Zhao Hu and several other prison guards were shocked and turned around to escape.
Li Xuan shook his hand and threw a soul-devouring on Zhao Hu.