Chen Fan hesitated for a moment and glanced at Han Wuya. There was not much expression on his face, but Leng Lingsa beside him was already dumbfounded. This was Han Wuya. She looked at it.
Han Wuya looked at Chen Fan again...
What can I say, there is no need for Han Wuya to take the initiative to join Chen Fan's sect, right? She felt a little incredible.
Who is Chen Fan? At best, he is just a small outer disciple of this holy land.
No matter how mysterious it is, this identity is limited.
And who is this Han Wuya?
Known as the little magic machine.
In this southern country, his reputation is far-reaching. Not only that, even the leader of the country of Dajiang cannot ask to meet him.
Such a person would mainly become a disciple of Chen Fan?
Leng Lingsa was a little dizzy. She even thought that it might be more reasonable for the two of them to reverse their positions. Chen Fan did not reply, but looked at Han Wuya calmly, "Give me a reason."
Han Wuya's ambition is not small, but he wants to follow him in front and back.
Chen Fan clasped his hands behind his back. After listening to his words, his expression did not waver at all. He just asked him.
He was not surprised when he heard Chen Fan's question.
He raised his head and looked at Leng Lingsa on one side, and used the "Secret Sound Technique" to transmit the message to Chen Fan, "I saw a glimmer of the past of my senior, a golden light that cannot be pried into."
Han Wuya lowered his head.
After thinking for a while, Chen Fan said, "Get up."
There was a hint of excitement in Han Wuya's eyes. He wavered for a moment, then immediately pressed the button again and stood up.
Leng Lingsa next to him was stunned, not knowing what happened between the two of them.
Han Wuya, didn't he even bother to meet the leader of the Kingdom of Jiang?
"Lead the way." Chen Fan only said.
Chen Fan is good at cultivation. He is not as good as Wu Buzheng when it comes to the calculations between people's hearts. He is not as good as Han Wuya when it comes to issues between the government and the public.
Of course, Chen Fan has always adhered to the fist doctrine.
If you have your own iron fist, you can dominate anything.
But being able to get someone like Han Wuya doesn't do any harm to you, so let's take him with him first.
Han Wuya stood up and immediately resumed his proud posture, leading the way. When they reached the second floor, this was where the disciples of the Holy Land were detained. When they heard the sound, Li Cheng and others poked their heads out. They didn't
I thought that Chen Fan came in so quickly.
The three chiefs and hundreds of guards were useless in Chen Fan's hands.
"Junior brother? I knew it was you!" Li Cheng shouted excitedly when he saw Chen Fan.
His clothes were torn and his face was pale and haggard.
"Come on, I'll let you out. I'm suffocated to death, you bastard Junhou."
Liu Ying also poked his head out from the side. He hadn't seen him for a long time. Liu Ying was too haggard and his eyes were hazy. More than a dozen disciples from the Holy Land were imprisoned here. Chen Fan gave a low shout and struck out with a palm, turning into a golden light.
The sword energy and a palm passed by, and the second floor of the dungeon was neatly cut open by Chen Fan. Li Cheng and others were finally able to escape.
"I knew the Holy Land would send people to save me!" Li Cheng came out and everyone was almost crying.
"The two elders are still fighting hard outside. Without further ado, let's leave first." Chen Fan grabbed Li Cheng and said with a smile.
"Wait, let's go to the third floor first." Li Cheng refused and said with a hint of excitement.
"Huh?" Chen Fan was stunned. What's on the third floor?
Han Wuya, who was next to him, had already spoken, "The people that the Lord has collected from all over the country over the years, and the people who have been imprisoned, at least the Huajin Jiuchongtian, are all dangerous people."
"Okay." Chen Fan hesitated for a moment, then stepped down, "Then let's go and have a look."
"Yes, there are some important people imprisoned under the third floor. If we release them, we will definitely make this prince sick!" Li Cheng said with a hint of excitement, and then he spoke quickly.
, "By the way, what kind of master has come to the sect now?"
"Are the Baodan ancestors here?"
"No, but we have two inner sect elders from the ninth heaven and thirty masters from the eighth heaven." Leng Lingsa answered crisply.
"Hey, what's the use of that!" Li Cheng patted his thigh anxiously, even his legs turned white, "It's over, it's over, it's going to kill you."
"What are you talking about?" behind Chen Fan, the masters of the inner sect of the eighth heaven said in displeasure, frowning, but unfortunately, Li Cheng ignored his words and turned a deaf ear, "This prince
But it’s not as simple as you think. You have never fought against each other before. If these two ancestors are here, I’m afraid they will never come back.”
"Hmph, I guess you are scared out of your wits." Seeing Li Cheng say this, the inner sect masters said with great disdain.
"Hey, I'm too lazy to tell you. Junior brother, come with me quickly. Let's release all these people in the dungeon. Maybe we can have a fight with this prince."
As he spoke, Li Cheng looked hastily, grabbed Chen Fan's sleeve, and pulled Chen Fan down to the third floor in a hurry. The third floor was closed, and there was an extremely heavy smell of smoke and dust, which made
As soon as people smelled it, they felt that the third floor was blocked by a metal door, which was probably as heavy as a mountain peak.
"Get down." Han Wuya rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. As expected, he was specialized in the art. Han Wuya fumbled for a while and soon easily cracked this small mechanism. With a rumble, the door followed.
It opened slowly.
"Everyone, please come in."
Quickly entering the third floor, the light in the entire third floor is much dim. Here, there are very few cells. There are only a few in total, and the treatment is very poor. When you walk in, you will see blue stone bricks piled on the ground.
, after walking a few steps, a few unkind eyes fell directly on Chen Fan, blood red, eerie and terrifying.
Leng Lingsa, Li Cheng and other Holy Land disciples who followed could not help but tremble. They had never come into contact with this vicious person.
"It seems that some ruthless people are being imprisoned here." Only Chen Fan, with a normal look on his face, walked to the door of the first dungeon and looked inside. He saw that the dungeon was square and no larger than ten square meters.
There was some straw spread on the ground, and some fat mice were crawling around. On the wall were staring at iron pillars as thick as an adult man's thigh. The entire iron pillar was made of the spirit lock pillar, and these iron chains fell down and were entangled around the place.
On the hands and feet of people in the dungeon.
These are embedded in the flesh and bones, and are integrated with the human body. They are quite ferocious. There is a small open mouth at the height of half a person, through which food can be passed in.
Chen Fan glanced at the first dungeon and shook his head regretfully. He was dead. There was only a rotting corpse on the ground, covered with maggots. This man was already dead.
Walking towards the second cell, it was not until the third cell that Chen Fan finally saw a living person. This was a nine-foot-tall man. His hair had not been trimmed all year round and was disheveled. It fell on the ground and was parted wildly.
Sitting on the ground, he raised his head and stared at Chen Fan with cold eyes.
"Knife intention?"
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows.
"The Sword King of the Southern Kingdom!" Seeing this man, Li Cheng couldn't help but exclaimed, "Isn't this man Shi Shanxiu, the famous Sword King of the Southern Kingdom? He disappeared thirty years ago, and he was captured by this prince.
?”
Chen Fan took out Po Jun and slashed it down with his sword. The cell door was made of pretty good material. When Chen Fan slashed down with his sword, it was just fire splashing out. Chen Fan slashed nine times with his sword before he finally managed to open the cell door with great difficulty. He kicked the prison door open.
Chen Fan strode out and opened the cell door for Shi Shanxiu, "You are now free."
"Freedom?" After the iron chains locked on his limbs were split, a trace of relief flashed across Shi Shanxiu's face, but more of it was pain and hatred.
"I will kill the prince and end things with him."
As he said that, the Sword King slowly stood up, with a strong sword intention coming from his body, which penetrated directly into the heart and lungs of a person.
When the person stood up, just the power of the sword was like a fierce force, repeatedly washing away Chen Fan's internal organs. Although the state of the sword king was not at its peak, it was still unmitigated. He was indeed a ninth-level warrior.
Master!
"Little brother, thank you very much." After exhaling a breath, the Sword King gave a long laugh, disheveled his hair, and walked out. The people at the door dispersed one after another, in awe.
After leaving this door and leaving the dungeon, the Sword King turned into a rainbow, and his body turned into a bright sword intent, killing towards the sky.
"Go on." Chen Fan also knew that the two elders might not be able to stop Junhou, so the best way is to release them all.bdshare();