At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Guo Yunshen practiced Xingyi Five Elements Collapse Fist in prison, because he had shackles on both hands and feet, so he only took half a step in boxing, creating the famous half-step Collapse Fist. Now Zhang Jun is moving in small steps, but he is also powerful and invincible.

However, his movement at this time is to move the body in the mind, and the seemingly simple footwork actually contains mystery. At the same time, with the march to the chopping hammer, rushed towards the other four.

"Poof!" There were a few muffled sounds, and the rest of the people couldn't even see his figure clearly, so they were thrashed away, and fell to the ground and snorted, unable to move.

He looked down at the five people on the ground and said coldly: "Give me a killing stick, and you must have the ability."

The sound inside alarmed the guards outside, and several prison guards rushed in, not surprised by the situation before them, as if they had encountered this kind of thing often. One of the black-faced men in his fifties walked over and stared at Zhang Jundao: "Boy, if you have two hits, I don't know how many days you can last."

Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you say this?"

The black-faced man said: "Originally, you were only an unconvicted prisoner in Prison No. 4, and you were a substitute prisoner, so the argument is that you can't be locked up with those old prisoners." But you dare to beat up the prison guards, and it's too dangerous, so we'll have to send you in. ”

Zhang Jun sneered and said, "Whatever, I want to see how many real dragons can be coiled in this No. 4 prison."

"Okay, there's a kind!" 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 compound."

This is indeed a "compound", a huge courtyard with rows of houses built in it. In addition, there is a garden, a boiling water room, a bathing room, and even a basketball court and a cinema.

If someone comes here, there is a good chance that they will think of this place as a town with good infrastructure. However, it is not inhabited by ordinary residents, but extremely dangerous prisoners.

Zhang Jun first walked through a 100-meter-long tunnel, passed through the 12 iron fences inside, and then walked through a half-foot-thick steel gate and entered the "compound".

After entering the compound, he thought that he had come to the wrong place, the interior of Prison No. 4, it was actually like this?

He saw more than a dozen figures swaying in the distance, some of them were old and young, they were diligently picking up their heads, plowing a vegetable patch, and some people were carrying basins for watering. These people seemed to notice the arrival of Zhang Jun, a newcomer, but they didn't say anything, and still did their own things.

Looking around, the outer perimeter of the compound is a ring of walls twenty meters high, and the walls are unusually smooth. On top of the high wall, towers are built every ten meters, guarded by heavily armed prison guards. In addition, a dense high-voltage power grid is installed on top of the high walls.

He was secretly surprised in his heart, he was locked up in this place, and it was impossible to fly, and he didn't want to escape.

After observing for a while, a loudspeaker on a telephone pole beside him sounded: "Prisoner Zhang Jun, your code name is 4137, and the 313 cell is where you will live in the future."

As the words fell, a red dot appeared at his feet and moved forward. He looked up and saw that a prison guard on the tower was pointing him the way with a laser from a sniper rifle. He silently followed the red dots on the ground, and soon came to a row of houses.

In front of him was a door with the number 313 written on it, apparently the cell he was going to live in. He was about to push the door in, and a man in his thirties and forties walked next to him, with a green skin and bald head, with wolf-like eyes, and his eyes seemed to be blood-red, which made people feel frightened.

"Newcomer, the dragon head wants to see you." Bald head, cold voice.

Zhang Jun asked, "Who is the dragon head?"

The bald head said: "The dragon head is the god in the compound, holding the power of life and death, if he says a word, you will die."

Zhang Jun nodded: "I'll go."

The bald head led the way, and the two walked along the long cell until they reached cell 001. The door was open, and there were more than a dozen people scattered on the left and right sides, all with indifferent eyes, looking at Zhang Jun like a dead man, and did not speak.

The bald head said: "You can go in, the faucet is inside."

Zhang Jun was about to step forward, when a middle-aged prisoner who was less than a meter away from him suddenly moved. In a flash of cold light, he held an iron thorn in his hand and stabbed Zhang Jun fiercely in the back. This one is ruthless, fast and accurate, like a well-trained killer.

The shackles on Zhang Jun's body had been removed, so as soon as his body moved, he flashed to the side, and then his fist burst out. This blow is simple and direct, as fast as lightning, and it is the progressive moving hammer evolved from the Tai Chi hammer style.

The person who attacked the sneak attack was not slow to react, and when he couldn't hit him, he immediately retreated and stood ten meters away and looked at him coldly.

Zhang Jun snorted coldly and stepped over the threshold, he understood a little that the person just now should be testing himself. If you can't dodge the sneak attack, you will naturally die, and you won't even have the qualifications to enter the door.

After entering, I saw a big man two meters away, with knotted muscles and eyes like copper bells, blocking the way.

Zhang Jun sighed, knowing that this was another temptation, so he put on the frame of the True Martial Mother Fist and prepared to fight. At this time, a sigh came from afar, and an old and majestic voice said: "Big man, people have real martial arts shelves, you can't beat them, let him come over."

Dahan then turned sideways, and Zhang Jun saw the scene behind him. On a wooden bed sat an old man who was at least sixty years old, with gray hair, but his eyes were very clear and bright.

The old people are left and right, divided into more than ten people, there are elderly people and middle-aged people, the images are different, they all bow their heads, look at their noses, noses and hearts.

"Come here, young man." The old man spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the people on both sides were shocked, how many years have the dragon head not seen a newcomer, how can he pay attention to this young man today? Is it just because he has good kung fu?

Zhang Jun walked slowly, and with each step, he felt a strong pressure, which was so great that he couldn't breathe. That momentum emanated from the old man.

However, his steps were getting faster and faster, and when he approached the old man within five meters, an old man on the left shouted: "When you see the dragon's head, don't you kneel?"

The sound of the other party was like a hurricane, which shook Zhang Jun's eardrums. He couldn't help but look over, only to find that this old man's vigor and blood had reached an incredible level.

"Is this old man's cultivation probably the pinnacle of his strength? I'm never an opponent. He thought to himself.

In the face of the old man's reprimand, his expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I'm sorry, I only kneel to my parents in heaven and earth."

The old man's eyes flashed coldly, and he seemed to be about to make a move. 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 no longer looked at Zhang Jun. The dragon's eyes flashed, staring at him and asking, "I think you have a different temperament, young man, who are you?"

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