"And me—" A deep voice came from Cang'er's side.

Cang'er turned his head to see that Zhongli, who was half-kneeling on the ground, was staring at him and said firmly. Cang'er was a little disdainful, a half-crippled sword master actually dared to speak to an awakened person in such a tone.

"Mortal...", Cang'er didn't bother to use more words to express his relentlessness.

Hearing these two words, Zhongli snorted and was actually happy. However, the muscles on his face kept shaking due to the impact of the severe pain, which made Zhongli's smile look very hideous.

Zhongli was laughing, but his heart was filled with rage.

"Sneak attacks without asking the reason, how despicable you are..."

"How shameless are you to bully the widows with multitudes..."

"In order to save me, Brother Liuhuo forcibly mobilized the vitality of heaven and earth, and now I don't know if I live or die..."

"What's more... What's more... Why are you so proud, just because you are the Awakened?"

Zhong was full of unwillingness and anger. He really didn't understand these awakened people who kept saying that others were mortals, mortals, and showing themselves over and over again.

"Fuck you, didn't you give birth to your mother?"

'Your mother' is a foul word, and the 'your mother's birth' is a question. A foul word and a question, combined with such a 'sense of joy', made Zhongli want to laugh.

If you want to laugh, you have to laugh, even if it hurts.

If you want to say it, then you have to say it, even if you die.

"Damn it, didn't you give birth to your mother?" Zhongli yelled.

"Fuck you, the awakened one, Lao Tzu is a great general who stands up to the sky, and he would rather die in battle than die in grievance..."

"Don't talk about mortals, mortals, you're the most fucking annoying..."

Zhongli howled like a fierce tiger, and the astonishing momentum of that moment made Cang Er take half a step back.

At this time, Cang Er had only one thought in his heart: "This guy scolds me, and he scolds me so ugly..."

"He actually dared to scold me, this mortal dared to scold me..."Before the question in Cang'er's heart could be spoken, he was shocked by the scene in front of him again.

Zhongli not only dared to scold him, but also dared to beat him.

Another punch flew in the wind.

Why do you say again? Of course, Zhongli is the second time he has thrown his fist at the Awakened. If Zhongli swung his fist at the Flowing Fire for the first time, it was only with a hint of temptation. Then this punch is completely out of anger.

You attacked me, you bullied the widows, you despised me, and most importantly, you beat my brother.

If you don't beat people like you, who else are you going to beat?

At that moment, Zhongli's anger detonated his own power. At that moment, the pain of the bone-eating poison on his body was no longer important, and Zhongli rushed forward from the ground and punched Cang'er in the face fiercely.

After all, the Awakened are the Awakened, how can Cang'er tolerate the challenge of mortals. His divine sense stretched lightly, and several ghost vines wrapped around Zhongli's arm. The divine sense was re-expanded, and an invisible giant wooden shield blocked the attack.

Not only that, Cang'er moved lightly and quickly took a few steps back.

"With the strength of your little swordsman, can you break my ghost vine?"

"Poor mortal, can you help the giant wooden shield?"

Cang Er thought at the same time, his hand was not idle, the short wooden staff was flicked, and dozens of giant wooden thorns gradually formed, and they were about to shoot out, and they were absolutely irresistible with the strength of the sword master.

It's a pity that the giant wooden thorn didn't hit it after all, because the thick fist had already hit Cang'er's face before the wooden thorn was shot.

The tough oni vine was torn off.

The heavy wooden shield was shattered.

The retreating distance was overtaken.

With a punch, blood splattered on Cang'er's face.

With a punch, Zhongli's arm bone broke and tendons broke.

The huge impact force made Cang'er take several steps backwards and sit on the ground all of a sudden. Zhongli, on the other hand, still maintained a punching posture, but the clothes on his right arm were all torn, and the pores of his arm oozed drops of blood.

This scene is very similar to a street gangster fighting, and Cang'er is the kid who was taught a lesson.

Cang'er couldn't tell how he felt. Pain, shock, confusion, humiliation, as if it were nothing, as if there was everything.

After a brief shock, Cang'er jumped like thunder, waving the wooden staff in his hand wildly, and screaming in his mouth.

"Lao Tzu, kill you... Kill you..."

The unexpected sight not only shocked Cang'er, but even the man on the hillside was surprised, and hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Go quickly, protect that boy and that big man..."

Before the words fell, several black shadows galloped down, and rushed to the campsite in the blink of an eye.

Cang'er was swept up by two men in black and dragged backwards. And Cang'er is like a mad dog, his mouth is screaming, and his legs are kicking wildly.

"You dare to hit me... You dare to beat Lao Tzu... I'll kill you..."

Cang'er shouted and shouted, and actually cried. Because he knows that he has become a laughing stock among the awakened, there will definitely be a history record that 'in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, the awakened Cang'er was beaten by mortals with a peach blossom on his face'.

At this time, Zhongli was already unconscious, and his anger exploded with all the strength in his body, and the severe pain combined with extreme fatigue made him faint.

When the man in black touched him lightly, he fell to the ground like a statue, smashing into dust.

Afterwards, Zhongli summed up the reasons for his success:

1. The heart of the mountain given by the flowing fire has strengthened its own strength. The swordsman's method of using the vitality is passive, relying on the stimulation of the vitality by his own strength, and when he explodes, the power of the physical body strongly stimulates the metal vitality in the heart of the mountain. Of course, the fist affected by the metal vitality is invincible.

2. The wind technique that Flowing Fire cast on him, although it was very weak, also played a great role. Otherwise, Zhongli would not have caught up with Cang'er, who had stepped back.

3. It can only be attributed to the strength of one's own tenacious will and anger.

4. Cang'er is too light on the enemy.

Flowing Fire and Zhongli were in a coma, not knowing where to let the black-clothed people go.

Flowing Fire had a long, long dream, and the Flowing Fire in the dream came to a fragmented world, and Flowing Fire was busy trying to put together the broken table, and wanted to put together the broken wall, and wanted to put the broken body together.

When he put himself together successfully, he suddenly realized that he was no longer himself, and he had become a stranger, a middle-aged man full of books. The man laughed, laughed, laughed so sweetly.

Then the fire woke up in a daze.

When Driftfire wakes up, he finds himself lying in a dark room, dark and unable to see anything clearly. Just as the flowing fire was desperately adapting to the darkness, there was the sound of flint striking beside him.

After a while, an oil lamp was lit, and it turned out that Brother Zhongli was by his side.

"We're not dead?" Liuhuo sighed in his heart.

"It's better than dying, we're locked up," Zhongli said with a wry smile.

Liuhuo suddenly noticed that Zhongli's right arm was bandaged with layers of white cloth, and hurriedly asked, "Are you injured?"

"Minor injuries, these guys are very humane, and they actually treated me. Now this arm doesn't get in the way except that it can't fight..."

"Where are we?"

"From what I've observed, this should be the depths of the Black Mine..."

Flowing Fire unfolded his divine sense, slowly exploring the secrets around him, but found that his divine consciousness was completely enclosed by this dark room.

"No, it's almost regained in the senses, why can't it be expanded?" Flowing Fire was secretly surprised in his heart, and gently put his hand on the wall.

The solid walls were pitch black, and the palm of your hand felt uneven. It was a hand-dug cell, the walls were simply treated, and the doorway was like a row of iron bars the thickness of a child's arm, sealing the flowing fire and Zhongli.

The light in the cell was very weak, and the faint fire found that outside the cell was a very large space, like a hall. Drifting Fire desperately tried to look out, but he couldn't see anything clearly, only to hear dripping water dripping from the top stone wall.

"Don't bother, no one is coming at this time. They've just finished delivering water and food," Zhongli said.

Only then did Liuhuo find that there were a few portions of food and a large pot of water on the small wooden table between the two.

Flowing Fire was already very hungry, so he grabbed the food and ate it, pondering as he ate.

"The conditions for treating prisoners are quite favorable, there is sauce and meat to eat, and white flour cakes... The water is also very sweet..."

Zhongli watched Liuhuo eat, slowly analyzing this, and said while thinking.

"Now it seems that this group of people did not have much ill will towards us, treated me and gave me food. And the personal belongings we brought with us were also thrown in. We shouldn't be in danger for a while..."

"I'm sorry big brother, it's me who has caused you to be a problem..."Liuhuo was a little apologetic.

Zhongli was a little angry, "What is this? It was my own decision to come to the grassland, and you didn't force me? If you want to say that I have been involved with you, if I don't tell you the location of the Black Mine Cave, you won't run to this place..."

Flowing Fire and Zhongli chatted in the dark cell.

At the same time, in the depths of the black mine, there were two people chatting.

"Ninth Master, what should I do? It's so embarrassing, it is estimated that the people below have already spread the word. Why are you stopping me, I don't kill that bearded man, how can I mess around..."It was Cang'er who wiped his tears from his eyes.

The ninth master looked at Cang'er's face, and the more he looked at it, the more obscene he felt, and the fire in his heart arched upward.

"You still ask me, who told you to act? Do you have any reason to act privately? Those two people were personally asked for protection by Lord Feng, and you still dare to do it? If it weren't for this old face of mine, you would have been thrown into the black prison a long time ago..."

When Cang'er heard the three words Lord Feng, he suddenly wilted a little.

"I knew about Lord Feng's order, I found it by accident when I was on patrol, I wanted to test and tempt, who would have thought..."

Before Cang Er finished speaking, the Ninth Master slapped the back of Cang Er's head with another big slap.

"I don't know about you yet, you see that young man is injured and can't cast any spells. You're tempted again, you want revenge, you still want to rob his baby, don't you?"

Cang'er was already used to being beaten by the Ninth Master, rubbed the back of his head and asked, "Did you find a baby?

The ninth master looked at Cang'er's slack look, he was really powerless, and sighed and said, "What kind of treasure is there, don't worry about it"

Seeing Cang'er's confused face, the Ninth Master slowly explained to him.