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Meng Fan's actions were undoubtedly looking for death in the eyes of all prisoners, after all, there was that man surnamed Lu who set an example in front. 1. Read a book

It was at this depressing juncture that the gray-shirted man suddenly laughed.

"Cell boss. The gray-shirted man explained to the cell boss, "This was only caught last night, just been branded with a soul, count the time, and only wake up the day after tomorrow, but I don't know what's going on, I woke up today, you know, the sooner you wake up, the greater the damage to the soul, I guess this kid doesn't even remember his last name now!"

The gray-shirted man glanced at Meng Fan: "This unlucky fool!"

When the cell boss heard this, his eyes improved a little.

The gray-shirted man said again: "He hasn't woken up before, and he hasn't tested his cultivation yet, but he has just made up a temporary number, cell leader, or I'll test it now, waking up early will also have a great impact on his cultivation." ”

The cell boss nodded with interest.

The gray-shirted man took out the jet-black token again, pinched the trick and pointed at Meng Fan, and shouted: "Solution!"

Meng Fan suddenly felt a shock from the soul burning jade card in his soul, and then his cultivation was loosened, and the unicorn beast let out a low roar that only he could hear, and the majestic true qi began to run in the meridians, seeing that his true cultivation was about to be revealed, Meng Fan hurriedly suppressed his cultivation secretly, and finally revealed his cultivation was only the Great Perfection of the Earth Xuan.

It is consistent with the previous suppressed cultivation.

His idea of doing this was simple, to make the other party let their guard down.

The Great Perfection of the Earth Xuan should not attract any attention here.

But it can't be too low.

If it's too low, it won't be useful, and maybe the other party will kill him right away.

"Sure enough!" The gray-shirted man didn't notice that the token was no longer able to control Meng Fan, he glanced at Meng Fan with disdain, suppressed him again, and said to the cell leader, "This person is useless, and he can't sell it for any price.??" One?? Read the book"

"Whose soul is he?" the cell leader looked away from Meng Fan.

"Old Ding. The gray-shirted man replied, "Lao Ding's brand soul has always been reliable, and the goods for us are very good, and the lowest is also the early stage of the sky, this time it is obviously a mistake, and this kid is branded." ”

The old Ding in his mouth naturally refers to the old man in the Ding Ji miscellaneous shop.

"You tell Lao Ding that next time you provide such garbage goods, you won't pay him Yuexuanshi. The cell boss said indifferently, his voice was very dissatisfied, "Our soul slave prison is not a garbage collection. ”

"Understood. The gray-shirted man nodded, "This kid didn't give Lao Ding Yuexuanshi either, when our people went to the Dingji miscellaneous store to pick up the goods as agreed, Lao Ding's father and son were not there, and they didn't know where they went." ”

"Then don't give it. The cell boss moved his steps, turned his head, and glanced at a cell opposite Meng Fan, "It's all the same waste, if you can sell it cheaply, let's get rid of it quickly." ”

In the opposite cell, there was an old man with unkempt hair, sloppy, and when he saw the cell boss looking at him, he grinned and smirked, and said, "I am Tianzi No. 1!"

It's quite glorious.

The gray-shirted man sighed speechlessly.

He was really disgusted with the old man, this old man was a house slave thrown by the city lord's mansion, saying that his hands and feet were not clean, he committed a crime, and he was thrown into this dungeon by the branded soul, and he woke up very early, and his cultivation was lower than Meng Fan, which can be regarded as the eighth level of the earth, plus he was old, and he sold several rounds of soul slaves, so he didn't sell this old man, and became a nail household in the dungeon.

Tianzi No. 1 was taken by the cell boss himself.

The purpose was obviously to mock the old man.

Meng Fan also figured out at this time that the level of the prisoner should be divided according to the cultivation of the prisoner, and the herringbone should be the lowest cultivation, the most difficult to sell, and the cheapest, and the heaven and earth people are like high-grade goods, medium goods, and inferior goods or defective goods.

After checking the room, the cell leader in a black robe explained to the gray-shirted man: "It's almost over, you are ready to open the soul refining array, it's almost the day of sale." ”

"Yes!" the gray-shirted man clenched his fists, and the group left.

"The black token in that kid's hand can control these people!" Meng Fan stood in the cell, his eyes flickering, "At that time, there will definitely be such a token in the buyer's hand, fortunately, my brother has a hundred poisons and broken hearts, even if it is sold, it will not be controlled!" But if you can run, you still have to run as soon as possible, I don't know what the soul refining array is doing......

Meng Fan calmed down and checked the soul jade card, and at the moment when the gray-shirted man untied his cultivation, those aunts and poisonous women took the opportunity to do a lot of damage to the jade card, and now there are a few cracks on the jade card, and the surface is even more pitted, which is unbearable, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the jade card will collapse and disappear.

"Let's take a look at the situation in this cell first!"

Meng Fan walked to the black prison pillar, pressed his hand up, and shook hard, the prison pillar did not move at all, but it made a strange buzz, the formation on the ground began to fluctuate, and a ripple spread outward, Meng Fan saw this, and hurriedly cast the spirit ghost pupil, the formation in his eyes, showing countless dense, layered geometric shapes, Meng Fan raised his foot and stepped on it, those geometric figures were stunned, and the ripples that spread outward suddenly collapsed!

"If you want to escape from prison, you must break the formation under your feet!"

Meng Fan took two steps back, sat cross-legged in the middle of the cell, and began to study the formation with his eyes, and all this he did was guarded by the old man in the opposite cell, as if he had guessed Meng Fan's thoughts, the old man took two steps closer to Meng Fan's side, and whispered: "Boy, don't make any foolish ideas, this is not a joke!"

The old man said calmly: "Those who want to escape from prison will be killed!"

What surprised Meng Fan was that when the old man said this, he didn't know what means he used, but he was able to condense the words into a line, and it did not spread out, so that outsiders could not hear it, only he could hear it, as if Qing Ling was speaking to him with a soul sound.

It is true that the cultivator can use his true qi to restrain his voice, but it is the first time he has seen the old man secretly transmit the sound like this, and he looked up at the old man, but did not speak, but secretly observed the old man's mouth with the spiritual light method.

If you learn the old man's sound transmission technique, it will be much more convenient to gang up with others to trick people in the future!

"Boy, this cell is made of Heavenly Court wood, and it has a reinforced formation, which can withstand a blow from a strong person in the Immortal Realm, you better wait for someone to buy it honestly, you are still young, even if your cultivation is low, there is no shortage of people to buy it. The old man said again, "I don't want the old man, the old man is old and the cultivation is low, I'm afraid I'm going to die of old age here, you must not be impulsive and take risks!"

The old man was kind, and Meng Fan nodded.

If he wasn't completely sure, he wouldn't have escaped from prison.

Next, he followed the old man's sound transmission method, opened his mouth to imitate, and quickly figured out the principle, the sound transmission is to use true qi to wrap the voice, with a certain resonance to condense and transmit the sound, the principle is simple, but the details are very subtle, and the skills of controlling the true qi are very demanding.

But Meng Fan had cultivated the technique of Danhuo, and his control of true qi had reached a subtle level, which naturally couldn't help him, and after a while, Meng Fan could transmit the voice to his mouth thirty centimeters away, then forty centimeters, sixty centimeters, one meter, two meters...... Finally, it goes straight to the old man.

In the old man's consternation, Meng Fan opened his mouth and said, "Uncle, there is someone here who has successfully escaped from prison......

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