The long-haired man was lying on his stomach in the middle of the field, and he didn't move even when a thin man came over to pick up the chicken leg mud he vomited.

It wasn't until I don't know how many hours had passed that the long-haired man slowly got up from the ground and hobbled towards one of the unoccupied private rooms.

Coincidentally, the single room he chose happened to be next door to Xiang Chen!

When he walked over, Xiang Chen inadvertently saw the side face of his other half, who had been covered by his long hair before.

If Xiang Chen's previous impression of this person was that of a beautiful man who had walked out of a costume drama, and after seeing his other half of the face, Xiang Chen had to overturn his previous cognition.

Three claw marks spread from the forehead of his left face to his chin, not only opening the skin of his side face, but also cutting the entire claw mark where his left eye was located, and the eye socket was deeply sunken, and there was no trace of the eyeball, and the surrounding muscles showed a black necrotic shape.

This is a shredded left cheek!

In reality, the scars on the face are by no means like those drawn in the comics, which adds a bit of ruffian to the handsome faces of the comic characters, but like the long-haired man, it turns a handsome ancient man into a half-faced devil, hideous and terrifying, and can make babies cry.

The devil's side flashed away, and the long hair covered the left side of his face again.

Looking at the man's indifferent face, Xiang Chen felt that this person was a person with a lot of stories.

With curiosity, Xiang Chen walked out of the private room and knocked on the wall outside the long-haired man's cell. The long-haired man hung his head as if he were dead.

Seeing this, Xiang Chen smiled, took out the remaining steamed bun and half a bottle of water, and threw them away. This is his trick in prison, wanting to find out information and food to open the way!

Besides, the way this kid ate chicken legs just now, he was very hungry at first glance. Besides, Xiang Chen saw it just now, and all the chicken legs he ate made him vomit out...

The long-haired man's deadly eyes moved slightly, he looked at the steamed buns thrown beside him to drink water, lowered his eyelids again, and returned to silence.

"Brother, we've met, we came in together, do you remember?"

"What did you do? Let's talk? ”

"My name is Xiang Chen, what's your name?"

"I don't think you're that old, how old, 19? 20？ 21？ ”

Xiang Chen didn't care that the long-haired man ignored him, chattering vigorously. Although he is not a chatterbox like Yang Immortal, he is also a normal person. For almost three days, facing a group of living dead like this, Xiang Chen was about to go crazy. At this time, a newcomer like himself finally came in, and Xiang Chen just wanted to talk to someone.

"Roll ......"

The long-haired man's voice was flat, different from the voice of ordinary people, as if there was no emotion.

"Don't see outside, buddy." Xiang Chencai didn't care what his attitude was, he still kept complaining.

One will talk about when he will be able to get out of this place where no one is a ghost or a ghost, and another will say that he killed the children of the powerful and was framed here.

Xiang Chen didn't notice that when he said that he had killed the children of the powerful, the sculptural long-haired man's body trembled slightly.

On the fourth day of Xiang Chen's entry into prison, a phone call was made to the office of the warden of the No. 8 Prison, and at the same time, a man in a suit with rimless glasses and a stern face also carried a briefcase into the No. 8 Prison.

…………

It's time for daily feeding again.

There was no disturbance from external factors, and yesterday's death row prisoners were also considered to have a "full" meal, so when the three giants were picking food today, no one stepped forward to disturb them.

When the three families finished picking, the rest of the people rushed up and grabbed it, and Xiang Chen was also mixed in the crowd, ready to take two more steamed buns.

The wild man took a large handful of meat, and the dwarf took the only bunch of grapes of the day, and the two of them lingered no longer and returned to their cells.

The profiteer did not move, and the two thugs returned to him after putting the food back in their cells, and the profiteer's eyes kept scanning the crowd of people who were snatching the food.

When the food was snatched and Xiang Chen retreated with the flow of people, the profiteer's wandering gaze was locked on Xiang Chen's face.

"Found it..."

He sneered, stretched out his finger, tapped Xiang Chen's direction, and said to a thug beside him: "Fang Bing, it's that kid, go and kill him and throw the body out." ”

The flat-headed thug Fang Bing nodded, took off his prison coat, exposed the strong muscles under his coat, and strode over.

Xiang Chen, who was walking towards his cell, suddenly had a feeling of being targeted by a fierce beast, his hair was standing up, he didn't look at it, he subconsciously turned around and elbowed, and after a sound of hitting the steel plate, there was a heart-piercing pain in his elbow.

Enduring the pain, Xiang Chen took advantage of the momentum to roll forward, and after pulling away the distance, he turned his head to look, only to see the flat-headed thug Fang Bing waving a pair of iron palms to attack him.

His palms glowed black, like two steel shovels. There is no doubt that his elbow just now was on the opponent's iron palms.

"The Iron Sand Palm of the Eight Basic Martial Arts?"

Xiang Chen didn't know why the other party suddenly attacked him, but at this time, he couldn't think too much, and waved his fists to meet the opponent's palm.

In the face of Xiang Chen, who can also have the upper hand in the face of the three-star martial artist, when facing the iron sand palm of the upper soldiers, it is like a fierce beast facing a rock, no matter how crazy Xiang Chen's offensive is, there is nothing he can do under the shroud of the iron sand palm.

This is by no means because the Super Martial Arts Baji Fist is not as good as the Iron Sand Palm of the Basic Martial Arts, but because of the true qi of Fang Bing, which has reached five stars!

After a martial artist enters the five-star, the true qi will have a big leap, and the true qi will form a self-circulation. Therefore, even when a five-star martial artist is fighting, he can slowly recover his true qi, and he no longer has to find a place to meditate immediately after each battle to replenish the consumed true qi.

In addition, due to the existence of the internal circulation, even if you are not a martial artist who cultivates body refining martial arts, you can still protect your body with true qi, and your defense and survivability will be greatly improved.

At this time, Xiang Chen tasted this when facing Fang Bing, no matter how fierce his boxing skills were, no matter how tricky his moves were, Fang Bing's true qi was like not wanting money, gathered in his palm, every time he collided, Xiang Chen would produce a lot of consumption, and Fang Bing became more and more brave the more he fought.

"Bajiquan, standing on the ground and opening to the sky!"

Xiang Chen shouted angrily, and played the most familiar move, wanting to break out of the palm wind of the Fang soldiers, and then look for an opportunity after breaking through.

The invincible Standing Heaven Cannon did not attack this time, under the ten consecutive beats of Fang Bing, Xiang Chen's fist strength completely turned into nothing, not only that, but several palms slapped on his arm in the ten consecutive beats, and several black green handprints immediately appeared on his arm, and the hands that clenched his fists were trembling slightly.

Xiang Chen felt a breath of death.

He couldn't think of any means he had at this time to fight beyond the third level. He glanced at the profiteers in the distance, and felt that he had no way to live, after all, the other party still had a thug who had not yet come out, and just one of them made it difficult for him to parry.

Xiang Chen regretted that he relied too much on the demon knife Muramasa before, and at the beginning, he relied on the demon qi to enter the body, and he fought fiercely and regretted to kill him, how high-spirited. Now that he has lost the demon knife, he has been immediately beaten back to his original form.

With a bitter smile, Xiang Chen cheered up.

"Now is not the time to think about this and that, live first! I still have so much to do, how can I die here without stopping? ”

Xiang Chen let go of his clenched fists, his feet gently slid on the ground, his arms relaxed, and he swiped a mysterious arc in the air.

"If you can't fight fiercely, then I'll overcome rigidity with softness!"

Looking at Xiang Chen's starting style, Fang Bing pursed his lips disdainfully, and almost laughed.

What does this kid want to do, use the old man's fist to his iron sand palm?

He went on the offensive again. He hung upside down with one hand and smashed Xiang Chen angrily with the back of his hand.

"A mere two-star martial artist, give me death!"

"He does not move, he does not move. He moved slightly, and he moved first. Xiang Chen muttered to himself, at the moment when Fang Bing raised his hand, he stepped out, one hand gathered momentum, and when Fang Bing's palm splitting force reached its maximum, it suddenly poked out, and the last shot came first.

Fang Bing felt very awkward, as if his attack was taking the initiative to meet Xiang Chen's grasp. However, he had no intention of retracting his strength, but instead blessed this split with the strength of his whole body, and his true qi was fully opened.

Do you want to play Tai Chi? Then I'll drop ten times with all my might!

"First in the heart, then in the body. Loose abdomen and qi into shares. ”

Xiang Chen raised his legs and lifted the straddle, his steps moved, and although he was still immature, he had already turned the tide. The palm of the hand is accurately held on the wrist of the square soldier, the foot is handed to the leg, the leg is handed to the waist, the waist is turned and the hand is withdrawn, so that the upside down palm of the square soldier is passed, and the other hand seems to be kind to help, gently pushing on the back of the square soldier, which does not seem to have much force, but it is like a spring, and like a water boat.

"Tai Chi, rewind the humerus left and right!"

The five-star martial artist Fang Bing, a punch that gathered the strength of his whole body, under the ingenuity of Xiang Chen's Taijiquan, rubbed Xiang Chen's body and slashed through, like a meteorite falling to the ground, and the hard cement ground was like a collision with a siege cone, and he split a big pit. He himself was also swaying in the pit, holding his head, and was hit hard by the force of recoil.

Taijiquan, vast and majestic, the essence of China, is it so easy, one force to reduce ten!