Volume 1 Python Refining Hegemony Chapter 24 Blood Prison Grave Master

"Tong Tong, let's go out and have a look, let's go." Looking at the Tong Tong wrapped in bandages in front of him, Ye Tianxing stretched out his hand to him with a smile. It looked like he was defenseless against this demonic child.

After a few days of getting along, he was convinced that the little boy in front of him must have had a nightmare past, and he created a completely opposite side, such as the innocent and innocent innocence without a trace of impurities, which is what he should have at his current age.

"Hmm!" Tong Tong nodded vigorously, two shallow dimples appeared on his delicate and delicate little face, and his fat little hands held Ye Tianxing.

"Bang." The heavy iron door was opened, and the soldiers standing in the ring were loaded with rifles, and the black muzzles were guarded by the whole audience.

Yun Shihong and Ye Tianxing and the others who came out walked to the ring under the gaze of many soldiers.

Each pavilion master, the dean, and the tomb owner have their own designated location. Ye Tianxing, Tong Tong and Li Yi came up to stand in their positions under the leadership of the soldiers.

After Ye Tianxing and the other soldiers untied the shackles on their bodies, their eyes swept over the various pavilion masters, trying to judge their strength from the other party's breath.

"Brother Xing, that person is the first pavilion master of the Black Prison, Ji Tu. He is recognized as the first person in the Black Prison, and it is said that his strength is not much worse than that of the grave master of the Blood Prison. Li Yi saw that Ye Tianxing's gaze stayed on Ji Tu's body, and took the initiative to speak.

In his early thirties, the edges and corners were as sharp as a knife and an axe, and the tattered but clean clothes showed off the strong muscles in them. The sense of line is very strong, and the height is not too high, but it gives people a sense of explosive power.

This man is very strong, but his body is not exaggerated, and he is not bloated, with a man's unique masculine aura, showing his lean nature in his steps.

You don't need to think much to tell that this person belongs to a power-type warrior, but after observing for a while, Ye Tianxing found another temperament, and he couldn't say what it was.

At this moment, a rough-looking, dark-skinned man walked over.

"Brother Xing, he is the pavilion master of our pavilion cage, Fang Xingzhu."

Seeing someone coming, Li Yi lowered his head and whispered, obviously he was a little afraid of Fang Xingzhu.

In front of Ye Tianxing, who Fang Xingzhu walked straight, his two eyes stared at Ye Tianxing tightly, and said, "You killed my brother and the dog in my cage?" ”

Ye Tianxing glanced at him lightly, did not speak, and continued to observe the leaders as if nothing had happened.

"I don't know the height of the sky, boy, I'll let you taste the pain later! Hum! Seeing that Ye Tianxing ignored his words, Fang Xingzhu's face suddenly sank. But at this moment, it was obviously impossible to do it directly, and after leaving a cold snort, he stood three meters away from Ye Tianxing.

Ye Tianxing ignored Fang Xingzhu, his gaze stopped at the group of female prisoners standing in the north. Like male prisoners in black jails, they do not receive special treatment because they are women. All of them were yellowed and their clothes were tattered, the only difference was that the female prisoners were cleanly dressed, and their waist-length hair was simply tied up behind their heads with a cloth belt.

Although it is said that the Python Prison is incarcerated by some of the most vicious people, whether male or female. But many of the hundreds of female prisoners were good-looking, in good shape, and with a different kind of temptation against the background of tattered clothes.

It's just that although the rose is beautiful, it has spikes. If these women want to touch, they need not only strength, but also status.

"Is the White Prison also divided into cages?" Ye Tianxing looked at the group of female prisoners with interest, looking for the figure who seemed to be the leader, and asked Li Yi next to him.

"That's not it, they all have their own simple houses, and each force has been accumulated through fighting with each other, which is very different from the black prison. Today's White Prison is under the joint jurisdiction of two deans, and the prison treats them and gives them the same rights as the Black Prison Pavilion Lord, living well and eating well. ”

As he spoke, a black iron door in the southeast of the ring slammed open, and more than 100 soldiers walked out in line, armed with guns. Subsequently......

With the sound of chains clashing, a group of ragged prisoners with their heads bowed walked out. As this group of people came out, the huge ring became silent, whether it was a soldier or a prisoner, whether it was a black prison or a white prison, thousands of eyes were fixed on the thin figure at the front.

"Blood...... Blood Hell, how could it be him? ”

"The Second Grave Master of the Blood Prison, the Scorpion!!"

This thin figure walked to a hundred meters away from Ye Tianxing and stopped, his thin and yellowed cheeks slowly raised, Sen's cold eyes swept across the audience, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a bloodthirsty smile. But it soon disappeared and changed back to that gloomy appearance.

Ye Tianxing's eyes condensed, and his cold eyes were fixed on this figure like everyone else.

Described as withered, with a yellow face and thin muscles, he looks like a sloppy old man asking for food. The iron chains wrapped around his body affected his movements, and it was a little difficult to walk, but a pair of eyes were as cold as ice and sharp as electricity, but whenever he was swept by these eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart.

"That person's name is the Remnant Scorpion, and he is an existence whose strength is second only to the First Grave Master of the Blood Prison, Ye Ximei. Don't look at his thin size, but his strength is extremely strong, Fang Xingzhu tried to provoke him, but he was almost torn in half by him. Li Yi had a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes, in fact, it was not only him, but the vast majority of the prisoners in the Python Refining Prison were afraid of the remnant scorpion.

The source of fear is not only his terrible strength, but also his cruel heart!

"Brother Xing, if you fight him in the future, I mean if, you have to be careful of his hands!" Li Yi vaguely noticed that the light of battle flashed in Ye Tianxing's eyes, and hurriedly reminded him tactfully.

"Hands?" Ye Tianxing squinted, but because the distance between the two sides was too far and the scorpion hand was hidden in the sleeve, it was difficult to see the difference: "What's wrong with his hand?" ”

"That's not a human ......"

"Not manpower? What do you mean? ”

Li Yi said: "The strength of the remnant scorpion is all on those hands, and the hands have lost their shape in the process of tempering, but the strength is extremely terrifying. ”

"Can you untie it for me?" A cold and low voice floated out of the scorpion's mouth, and Sen Leng eyes swept the audience and settled on an officer next to him.

"Give me some peace! Untie him. The officer warned the scorpion, and then motioned to the soldiers next to him, and immediately six soldiers brought their guns close to the scorpion, and the other two soldiers carefully unchained him.

The Blood Hell Tomb Master is different from the Black Prison Pavilion Master, the Black Prison Pavilion Master can remove the shackles, and can even go out of the Cage Pavilion to move in a fixed place. However, the grave owners of the Blood Prison are often bound by iron chains, which can only be unchained for a few days a month to move their bodies, and the quality of these locks is much higher than that of the shackles of the Black Prison.

As the remnant scorpion unchained, a large number of soldiers raised their rifles to aim at the death row prisoners behind the remnant scorpion, guarding their every move, and the rest of the soldiers with the keys unchained them one by one.