Powell was furious when he saw this, and when he wanted to stand up but found that he was weak, he immediately knew that he was on the road, so he had to wait for the femme fatale with fire in his eyes.

The man with the sword knocked him unconscious and tied him up with a wave of his hand, and when Powell woke up again, he found himself tied to a wooden frame in a large shape, and his upper clothes had been stripped off. He looked around and saw that it was a closed cell, with only a small window half a meter square that allowed some light in the cell.

He turned on the Dou Qi for a while, and found that the Dou Qi that was originally like an arm and finger could not be driven at all, and it was all shrunk in his body. He used all kinds of methods but could not make the slightest fluctuation in the fighting spirit, and the dead Powell had to stare blankly at the small window in a daze.

After a day, Powell still couldn't use vindictiveness. Moreover, after a day of tossing, Powell, who had never eaten a grain of rice or drunk a drop of water, felt that his eyes were black, his whole body was weak, and a strong hunger filled his heart. It was almost noon when someone finally came.

It was still the man in blue with a sword on his back, and he walked into the cell with a few men in strong suits who also carried swords. A man in a strong suit took out a chair from the spatial ring for the blue-clothed man with a sword on his back to sit down, and then took out a small table and placed it in front of him, along with a few side dishes and a few plates of dried fruits. The man in blue with a sword on his back pinched a dried fruit and put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly and swallowed it, and then said to Powell:

"Where did that jade pendant come from?"

Powell looked at the blue-clothed man with a sword on his back with a disdainful face, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit at him with a mouthful of thick phlegm. The lowly man in blue didn't expect Powell to suddenly erupt, and the thick phlegm spit right on his face. Powell burst into a hearty laugh when he saw the thick phlegm on the man's face. The man, on the other hand, wiped the phlegm off his face with his sleeve with anger on his face, and took out the water from the spatial ring and washed his face desperately. When he was done, he kicked the table open and slammed the basin into Powell, smashing it on his forehead and dripping him with water.

Powell shook the water from his head and looked at him with disdain. The man was completely enraged by Powell's disdain, and he quickly stepped forward and kicked Powell in the stomach, then slapped him in the face with a backhand. Suddenly, the right side of Powell's face was bruised and swollen, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Phew!"

Powell spit out the blood in his mouth, his eyes were full of anger, it was the first time that someone hit him in the face since he was a child, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he must pay it back, ten times and a hundred times.

The man in blue with a sword on his back suddenly felt a pang of relief in his heart when he saw the anger in Powell's eyes, slapped Powell in the face with his backhand, and said arrogantly:

"I'm going to whip you, what can you do with me?"

As he spoke, he gently patted his bruised cheek with his right hand and spit in his face.

Powell gritted his teeth and stared at the man, if his eyes could kill, the man would have died a thousand times a thousand times. The man wiped his hands with a hand towel, and then instructed several men in strong suits behind him:

"Serve him well, as long as you don't die!"

After saying that, he walked to the chair over there and sat down, so that he could watch the play for a long time. The men in the power suits all walked towards Powell with bloodthirsty faces on their master's orders, and held a leather whip in their hands.

In the next half hour, Powell felt as if a century had passed, the leather whip kept pumping on his body, because the fighting spirit could not be used, his physical strength was reduced a lot, and blood marks appeared on his body. The whip was also stained with a drug similar to salt and chili pepper, which made him suffer as the blood entered the wound.

During this period, the man in blue with a sword on his back asked him where the jade pendant came from, and he just looked at him with resentment on his face without saying a word, and then ushered in a new round of whipping. Half an hour later, Powell felt pain and pain all over his body, and hatred sustained him from fainting.

The man in blue with a sword on his back asked his subordinates to stop beating Powell, then walked over and stabbed Powell in the chest with the scabbard in his hand, and said:

"Say, if you don't want to continue to suffer, tell me where you got this jade pendant!"

"Phew!"

Powell spat at him with a mouthful of blood and said jokingly:

"Lao Tzu got the jade pendant from your mother, and your mother said that it was the first time she had such a surname Fu, so give me this jade pendant as a souvenir! Hahahaha~ Good son, call Dad! ”

"You're looking for death!"

The blue-clothed man with the sword roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand shook, and the scabbard suddenly flew out and stabbed Powell's stomach, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his stomach, so that he had to bend down in pain. And the blue-clothed man with the sword on his back kept in his hand, and the sword light on the long sword flashed and stabbed at his head.

Just when Powell thought he was going to die, a violent explosion was heard, followed by a cry. The blue-clothed man with a sword on his back was also stunned, and hurriedly ordered his men to check. As soon as several men in strong suits reached the door of the cell, a loud crash sounded.

"Bang!"

I saw that the wall of the cell suddenly exploded, and a sword full of imperial breath shot in from the hole in the wall and stabbed directly into the chest of the blue-clothed sword-backed man, and the blue-clothed sword-backed man hurriedly dodged to avoid the sword, and to his surprise, the sword shot behind Powell did not splash the blood as he imagined, but directly submerged into his body, and the blood marks on his body were healing rapidly.

Just as the man in blue with a sword on his back was stunned, a black shadow flashed, and an old man dressed in tatters appeared next to Powell, and a sword shattered the chains that locked him. The blue-clothed man with a sword on his back hurriedly intervened to stop him, and a water-blue sword slashed towards Powell's head. saw that the big sword blocked the sword horizontally, and then with a flick of his wrist, he pulled a sword flower.

The blue-clothed man with the sword on his back felt a flower in front of him, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his right arm, and he turned his head to see that his right arm had fallen to the ground, and blood continued to gush out from the broken arm of his shoulder. The old man cut off his right arm, grabbed Powell with his left hand, kicked hard with his right foot, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and rushed out. And those men in the suits were all stunned and motionless, and after a few seconds, a blood mark appeared on the necks of all the men in the suits, and a large amount of blood gushed out, and they fell to the ground and died.

In less than half an hour, the old man had already led Powell to a forest. The old man threw him to the ground with his hands turned away from him. But Powell was not angry at all, immediately turned over and fell to his knees, and said respectfully to the old man:

"Master!"

The old man waved his hand to interrupt her, "Everything will be known when you reach the god level, and it won't do you any good to know too much now!" ”

The old man turned to look at Powell, who was kneeling, his eyes were full of warmth, and he said in a harmonious voice:

"Child, as a teacher, you have to go first, pay attention to yourself, and remember not to trust others too much, especially women!"

"Yes, Master!"

Although Powell was very puzzled in his heart, he still hid his doubts in his heart out of respect, but as soon as he heard that the old man was leaving, he immediately looked at him with a reluctant face and said:

"Master, the apprentice hasn't seen you for a long time, can you accompany the apprentice more?"

"There is no feast in the world, disciple, we will meet again if we are fated!"

As he spoke, the old man's figure disappeared into the forest in a flash, leaving Powell stunned to look in the direction he left.