Uncle Ka shook his head and said lightly: "It seems that someone wants to fix him, this kid is hopeless!" ”

Xiaodao and Hong Kun were all shocked, and they lowered their heads silently, not knowing what they were thinking.

The space of the confinement chamber was four or five square meters, not much bigger than a coffin, the top floor was very high, and at the top there was a small window, welded with steel bars, and a small window on the door, which could only be opened from the outside when the food was delivered.

As soon as Ling Qingfeng entered, he found himself isolated from the world.

There was silence all around, and with his hearing far beyond ordinary people, he couldn't even hear the movement outside, and it seemed that this confinement room that made the prisoners talk about tigers was really a bit of a ghost.

Taking advantage of the quiet surroundings, it is rare to have time to calm down. Ling Qingfeng thought about his plan again.

The purpose of his imprisonment this time was to get close to the old man and gain the trust of the other party. But this matter must not be rushed, and it must be grasped.

The claw that he slapped in front of those big cell bosses just now had already passed on the message that he had dark strength. However, this is enough, the bait has been released, and all that remains is to wait for the old man's people to take the initiative to contact him.

After thinking for a while, Ling Qingfeng opened his eyes and looked boredly at the walls around him, there were many words written on them, as well as small cartoons, all of which were left by the prisoners who had been locked up in confinement before.

Ling Qingfeng looked at it, from left to right, from top to bottom, many people marked the day they came in, at the beginning, most of them were scolding their mothers, with some ** ridicule, and in the middle, there were some people who couldn't bear it and begged for mercy.

After three or five days, the vast majority of people began to babble nonsense, writing things that did not match the preamble, as if they were delirious.

A few of them lasted until eight days later, except for the date, and the rest were some meaningless messy lines, which made people dizzy.

Ling Qingfeng didn't pay much attention to it at first, he felt that with his own concentration, as long as he had food to eat and water to drink, it should be nothing to stay alone for more than ten days, just pass.

The first day was fine, but it felt a little boring and time passed a little slower.

When he woke up the next day, Ling Qingfeng began to practice martial arts, starting from squatting on the horse, to the three-body pile, squatting for several hours, until his body could no longer hold on, and then he gave up.

Then he began to practice the Bagua palm knife, although the place is a little small, and he can't move away, but the upper limbs can still be compared casually, and it is better than nothing.

On the third day, he still didn't feel anything, Ling Qingfeng found a new fun, that is, he used the trick of breaking the bones of the violent ape, fighting each other with his left and right hands, and when he saw the move, he stopped and thought about how to deal with it.

At the end of the day, although I was a little tired, I felt that I had learned a lot. Unconsciously, even the time changes in the outside world are ignored.

As soon as the light outside the bars dimmed and brightened, another day passed.

In the first five days, Ling Qingfeng didn't feel anything, he was obsessed with sorting out the martial arts he had learned in the past, figuring out the changes in every tiny detail, and leaning in refinement.

On the sixth day, Ling Qingfeng sat cross-legged on the ground and began to carefully experience the changes in the qi and strength inside his body.

Soon, Ling Qingfeng's mind returned to the moment when he defeated Nie Qianzhong in the ring that day, the punch at that time, mixed with dark energy and fist intent, knocked the opponent's nerves off the line, this is the most powerful punch he has mastered at present, and it is also a life-saving trick at the bottom of the box, and he must practice repeatedly until he is perfect.

One punch, another punch! Then another punch! Ling Qingfeng closed his eyes and swung his fist again and again, each blow carrying dark energy and fist intent.

After the eight punches, an extremely strong feeling of tiredness struck, and Ling Qingfeng knew that this was because his physical strength could not keep up.

Whether it is dark energy or brewing fist intent, it is an extremely physical and mental thing, and he can swing eight punches, which has reached the current limit.

Ling Qingfeng did not choose to fall asleep, but forced his sleepiness to let his body adapt to such fatigue intensity little by little.

Nie Qianzhong's figure couldn't help but come to mind, that person was really strong, the dark energy had been practiced to every part of his body, he could use any part of his body to erect dark energy, whether it was used for defense or attack, this was too powerful!

If you can also practice that kind of dark energy, it's amazing!

Ling Qingfeng rested for a while, his body gradually adjusted to the tiredness, and he began to try to groping, using the parts of his body except for his arms to exert his dark energy.

Infuse your mind into your feet, close your pores, and your limbs are the end points where the meridians connect and connect with the outside world, making it easiest to train your dark energy.

Ling Qingfeng let out a low snort, and the thousands of pores under his feet instantly opened together, and the heat in his body was suddenly beaten out.

Ouch! Unexpectedly, the dark energy seemed to be beaten out, but the meridians under his feet were a little unbearable, and the pain was extremely severe all of a sudden, and soon a large piece of swelling was formed.

Ling Qingfeng knew that if he wanted to hurry, he calmed down, rubbing his feet while looking for the feeling of dark energy again.

There is nothing wrong with the method, but why is it not as smooth as the arms? Obviously, Nie Qianzhong can, and I must be able too!

So, with the spirit of tireless study, Ling Qingfeng plunged headlong into the hall of martial arts cultivation, constantly trying, constantly summarizing and groping.

I was intoxicated, crazy, and when I was focused to the extreme, I couldn't feel the passage of time at all.

Another day and night passed, and this was the sixth day that Ling Qingfeng had been locked up in the confinement cell.

Some curious prisoners took advantage of the meal delivery to see him a few times, and the news of his return spread.

"9527 has been silent in the confinement room for several days, not even moving, and it is estimated that he has gone completely crazy."

The bored prisoners even opened a gambling game, betting that after thirteen days, 9527 would be able to get out on its own. One cigarette fell into one bet, and even Hong Kun made a bet on three cigarettes.

On the eighth day, Ling Qingfeng had finally practiced all the meridians on his left leg, and there was no hindrance in his dark energy.

It turns out that it is necessary to smooth the meridians and change the muscles from extremely rigid to extremely soft, so as to get through the dark energy little by little. To practice to the point that there are no flaws in the whole body like Nie Qianzhong, it is really an extremely painstaking water grinding kung fu.

The environment here now, without any interference, has no distractions, and is just right for cultivating dark energy.

Ling Qingfeng often lay quietly in the confinement room, his eyes closed, motionless, in fact, the muscles and flesh under the prison clothes were constantly wriggling, and little by little he walked through the darkness.

On the ninth day, the meridians of the right leg were also opened, and the dark energy of the limbs was finally achieved.

Ling Qingfeng originally wanted to continue cultivating his waist and back, but he faintly felt that something was wrong, because his body had not moved for too long, and the circulation of qi and blood had become a little slow, and he knew that this was a quiet thought.

In such a state, if you forcibly cultivate, I am afraid that it will backfire.

However, after this pause, Ling Qingfeng immediately felt the slowness of time passing again.

Countless distracting thoughts were numerous, and he thought of many people and many things, and his mind kept spinning like a marquee. By the time I think that there is nothing to think about, there is only a blank space left in my mind.

This white feeling is very uncomfortable, and the chest and head seem to be blocked by a large mass of things, but I can't vent it.

Ling Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding walls by the faint light.

The words on the wall, every sentence, including every nick and the seemingly meaningless scribbles, swarmed into Ling Qingfeng's mind.

Dizziness, nausea, lingering sensations of wanting to vomit. He found that he couldn't hold on any longer. However, there is no spiritual support and psychological sustenance.

Just thinking about how many more days I have to stay in this hellish place makes my spirit feel like I want to collapse. I don't want to stay any longer!

"I'm fine! I don't have anything! I'm a police officer, I can hold on, I will definitely hold on! Ling Qingfeng had already begun to babble unconsciously, and his voice was getting louder and louder.

Soon, the guards outside the confinement room heard the voice, turned around, knocked on the cell door, and signaled him to be quieter.

Even the sound of the knock on the cell door seemed so beautiful. Because at least someone was responding to Ling Qingfeng's voice.

The prison guards were not surprised, because this man had been locked up for eight days, and he was only now starting to go crazy, which was too late compared to the previous people who had been locked up here.

"Open the door! Open the door to Lao Tzu! Ling Qingfeng rushed to the cell door, banged on the cell door frantically, pounded the surrounding walls hard, and shouted several times in Thai, Huaxia, English, and Laotian!

Except for the little response from the prison guards who came to see it just now, there was no extra sound.

This endless emptiness is worse than death!

Ling Qingfeng threw two punches and kicks at the cell door, all of which used dark energy, and the sturdy cage only shook twice, and some wall ash fell.

Although the power of dark energy is great, the lethality is mainly for living creatures, and the damage caused to these dead objects such as steel and concrete is still extremely limited.

And even if he could really break through the wall, Ling Qingfeng wouldn't do it!

There was a faint feeling of pain on the face of his fist, which made him wake up for a while. I knew that it was wrong to go crazy like this, and it didn't make any sense, but I couldn't stop it.

It was really unbearable, Ling Qingfeng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, his mind moved, and he issued a summoning command to the window.

The only white jade golden-winged bee in the world buzzed to the window, and Ling Qingfeng did not hesitate to use the bee control technique, attaching his consciousness to this bee's body.

The wings fanned at high frequency, and the small white jade golden-winged bee flew into the air at once, and there was a refreshing feeling of the air flow being torn all over the body, and the whole person's mood was released with the most satisfaction, and the feeling of freedom was so good!

Ling Qingfeng piloted the white jade golden-winged bee and flew around the sky above the Manchester City Prison excitedly.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally exhausted my mental power, and my consciousness was suddenly pulled back to my body, and I returned to the small confinement room. (To be continued.) )