Time flies, public opinion in the outside world intensifies, Nanjing University and the Martial Arts Association intervene in many ways, and under the manipulation of an invisible hand, everyone's attention flocks to the problem of rectifying the safety of contemporary college students in the city and the work style of government officials.

The persecuted college students did not show up for a long time, which also allowed the whole incident to continue to ferment, and there was a tendency to sweep the entire safety market, and even later, it was no longer just a question about one student, but became a wrestling between multiple high-level forces.

And the person concerned, Xiang Chen, didn't know anything about the outside world, and finally opened his eyes slowly on the seventh day after he was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Before he knew it, Xiang Chen had spent more than 20 days in the Eighth Prison.

Xiang Chen felt extremely comfortable at this time, as if he was in a warm ocean, his body remained in a position for a long time, but there was no stiff discomfort, but every inch of muscle was best relaxed.

Grunt, grunt.

As he woke up, all the indicators of his body fully recovered his health value, the green light of the medical cabin turned on, and all the nutrient solution that had been depleted of nutrients was discharged, and the glass door slowly opened.

Without the support of the liquid, Xiang Chen was a little uncomfortable at first, and then he walked out of the medical cabin and moved his body.

"Put on your clothes." A deep voice sounded, and a brand new prison uniform was thrown on top of him.

At this time, Xiang Chen found that he was defenseless.

He didn't bother to put on his clothes, and looked vigilantly at the man sitting cross-legged not far away, although he had not looked at this face carefully because he had been covered by the brim of his hat before, but the tiger-like momentum and broad shoulders made Xiang Chen recognize at a glance that this was the chief guard.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of making a move, Xiang Chen distanced himself from him and put on his clothes three times and five by two.

"Xiang Chen, let me ask you a question, who are Xiang Qiong?" Ye Changyang asked bluntly.

"You... Do you really know my brother? Where is he now? Where the hell is it?! Ignoring what had happened before, Xiang Chen asked urgently, speaking a little trilling.

How long has it been, I don't know how many days and nights, Xiang Chen finally heard the news about Xiang Qiong again three years later.

"Are they really brothers......

Ye Changyang's gaze at Xiang Chen was no longer fierce, but had a softness like looking at his younger brother. He took out Xiang Chen's knife from the side, threw it to him, walked straight out of the ward, waved his hand, and motioned for Xiang Chen to follow.

Led Xiang Chen all the way, no matter how Xiang Chen asked behind him, Ye Changyang also led the way without saying a word, and soon, a familiar door appeared.

Inner Prison.

Entered the inner prison with Xiang Chen, the inner prison was very quiet at this time, and there were no new prisoners.

Hearing the voice of the comer, Ding Yi, who had long hair, walked out of the cell, and was first startled when he saw Ye Changyang in front of him, and then saw Xiang Chen who was following closely behind, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes.

Even if Ding Yi hated these people in the safe city, he was still a little relieved to see this only acquaintance in the inner prison come back to life.

If it weren't for this world, this would be a very good-hearted person.

Ye Changyang turned his head, looked at Xiang Chen and said, "I know you have a lot of questions, but I don't have anything to tell you now, you just need to know that I won't harm you." ”

"Why?" Xiang Chen was puzzled.

"Because you're weak, you're too weak! When your brother was in his early 19s, a six-star martial artist, did you say you were weak? ”

"......" Xiang Chen was powerless to refute, but this was the first time he learned about Xiang Qiong's terrifying talent, and he couldn't help but secretly speak.

"I just want to know, is my brother still alive?"

"Alive! He must still be alive! Such a peerless celebrity, I don't believe he would fall like this! Ye Changyang's tone was particularly firm.

Xiang Chen didn't ask anymore, but as if he had been given a shot of cardiotonic, he trembled with excitement.

This is the first time, the first time someone has told him in such a confident tone that Xiang Qiong is not dead, he is still alive.

"I guess you won't stay here for too long, we have limited time, come, use what you do best, attack me."

Xiang Chen took a deep breath, no matter what, the most important thing is to improve his strength, the man in front of him, Xiang Chen trusts unconditionally, just because he is Xiang Qiong's friend, just because he also firmly believes that Xiang Qiong is still alive.

"The fist is like a meteor, the eyes are like electricity, the waist is like a snake, and the feet are like a drill."

"The tail of the Lu is in full swing, and the rigidity and softness are connected up and down."

"The body is loose and introverted, and the body is full of lightness and the head is hanging."

"Yin and Yang change rapidly, and the source of destiny is in the waist."

"Shaking your arms and falling to the sky, stomping your feet and shaking Kyushu, it's for Bajiquan!"

No matter how loud the fist sang loudly, after a fight, Xiang Chen was still kicked out with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Squeeze, squeeze, press, pick, squeeze, elbow, lean, advance, retreat, care, hope, determination!"

"Squeeze and squeeze carefully, the top and bottom are difficult to approach, let him hit me with great force, pull four or two thousand pounds, introduce the gap and come out, follow the stickiness and do not lose the top."

Xiang Chen, who turned to Taijiquan, deceived himself again, Ye Changyang was like a rooted tree, no matter how Xiang Chen gritted his teeth, he was unmoved.

Syllable!

Ye Changyang slapped Xiang Chen's head on top of the head, slapping half of his body into the ground.

"Bells and whistles!" Scolding, Ye Changyang was also secretly frightened, the strength and explosiveness of this little guy's two-star martial artist are really exaggerated, Taijiquan he knows, but except for the Chen family, no one has seen such a mysterious Taiji. As for the other boxing method, he is also very unfamiliar with his knowledge, but in terms of explosiveness alone, he can definitely squeeze into the ranks of super martial arts.

Just like this, keep feeding tricks, keep shooting and flying, the afternoon passed quickly, and when the two finally stopped, Xiang Chen's swollen three-turned, pig-head-like head made Ding Yi, who had been watching the battle, tremble.

"Apply it to your body." Ye Changyang casually took out a small bottle of ointment, threw it to Xiang Chen, and turned to leave, "I'll come back tomorrow." ”

Xiang Chen didn't talk nonsense, anyway, there was no one in this prison, and he didn't bother to enter the cell again, so he simply sat down cross-legged on the spot. He has no complaints about Ye Changyang's heavy hand, Xiang Chen has never been fed so carefully by a martial artist whose strength far exceeds his own, even if it is Cangdian, it is more of a theoretical school, and Ye Changyang, a super master who sparring hand in hand is completely different things.

Carefully applying the ointment in his hand to the bruises all over his body, Xiang Chen grinned in pain.

After applying it, he felt a burst of coolness, and the bruises seemed to be gradually decreasing, and he hurriedly ran the Eight Extremes Technique cross-legged, and even the post-war cultivation that had been unbearable in the past became much smoother, and the speed of the True Qi was also strengthened.

If Xiang Chen knew that the main ingredient of the vial of ointment just now was the fish oil of a D-grade alien beast that was comparable to that of a seven-star martial artist, the price of a small bottle would be as high as more than one million, I don't know how he would feel.

For six days in a row, Ye Changyang would come regularly every day, and the inner prison also stopped feeding, but Ye Changyang brought a large bag of food every time, enough for Xiang Chen and the two to eat. The food is all meat, the meat of all kinds of strange beasts, Xiang Chen eats it every day, and he feels that his blood is surging, and he can't wait to overturn a large group of people.

Fighting, groaning, healing, practicing...

Xiang Chen's days have entered a continuous cycle, his true qi has skyrocketed again, and many inconspicuous small problems in the hands are also being constantly corrected.

On the seventh day, Ye Changyang came again, unlike before, the two met every day and started fighting without saying a word, this time Ye Changyang did not put on an offensive posture.

Seeing this, Xiang Chen asked strangely: "What's the matter, Brother Ye, time is precious, come on!" ”

In a few days, the two have slowly become acquainted, with Xiang Qiong's relationship as a bridge, the two can easily establish trust, Xiang Chen also found that this black-faced man, although he always has a stinky face, is really trying to help himself improve in every way.

"No fight today." Ye Changyang said, "From today on, I will teach you one thing, which can be regarded as my most pressing bottom." ”

"Call me."

Xiang Chen showed an excited look, not polite at all, and struck a cannon that stood on the ground, like a dragon attacking, and roared out angrily.

The fist cannon missed, because where Ye Changyang was standing, his person had disappeared, and after a thunderous explosion, his body suddenly appeared 10 meters away. There was another hidden sound, the dark thunder was silent, and Ye Changyang's body appeared behind Xiang Chen like a ghost.

"Xiang Chen, this is what I want to teach you, and it is also your weakest part."

"Body!"

The sudden sound behind him made Xiang Chen's cold hair explode suddenly.