"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is, what do you call it?"

Tang Luo looked at the prison master and asked.

"My name is Zuo Qianqiu. ”

The prison master said softly.

"Zuo Qianqiu, the name is good, just a little worse than mine. ”

Tang Luo nodded.

“......”

The prison master is speechless again, paralyzed, this guy is not a tease, is he?

Thinking of Tang Luo's terrifying combat power and the poison he had eaten, he decided...... Bear with it!

"Okay, don't keep your face strained, it's all your own people, come, smoke. ”

Tang Luo let out a cigarette, accepted such a big master, and temporarily took care of the Blood Prison Pavilion, he was in a very good mood.

Zuo Qianqiu took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath to calm his mood a little.

"I got into a fight with you, and I seem to be a little hungry again...... Are you hungry?"

Tang Luo asked as he smoked his cigarette.

"Hungry, hungry!"

Just when Zuo Qianqiu and Yi Yi were a little confused by Tang Luo's words, the fat dragon kept nodding and patting his belly.

"I was hungry just now. ”

"Then let's find a place to have a meal and celebrate your entry by the way?"

Tang Luo looked at them and asked.

"Okay, okay, when I came here just now, I saw a hot pot restaurant over there, it seems to be very good!"

When the fat dragon mentioned eating, he became excited.

"Okay, then let's go eat hot pot!"

Tang Luo nodded and clapped.

“......”

Zuo Qianqiu and Ichijo were very speechless, they were fighting to death just now, why did they go to eat hot pot in a blink of an eye!

Especially Zuo Qianqiu, he glanced at the ground next to him, and yes, those few mouthfuls of blood were vomited, and he couldn't make up for it after eating two plates of mutton!

"Lao Zuo, you are injured, just eat some hot pot to make up for it. ”

Tang Luo looked at the wound on Zuo Qianqiu's shoulder and said.

After Tang Luo mentioned this, Zuo Qianqiu reacted, only feeling a hot pain in his arm.

He really wants to yell at him, make up for your sister, it's not you who beat him!

However, thinking that he couldn't beat Tang Luo, he still suppressed his temper.

"Let's go eat hot pot, I'm going to drool just thinking about it. ”

The fat dragon urged.

Tang Luo looked at him, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "Fat, it's really not without reason!"

"Hey, hey. ”

The fat dragon grinned and didn't speak.

Subsequently, Tang Luo gave Zuo Qianqiu a brief treatment of the wound and stopped the bleeding.

After treating the wounds, in a strange mood with Zuo Qianqiu and Yiyi, they drove three cars towards the hot pot restaurant.

"Prison Master, in fact, we don't want to betray the Blood Prison Pavilion and betray you......"

One drove a car, looked at Zuo Qianqiu who was sitting in the back seat, and said.

"Humph!"

Zuo Qianqiu snorted coldly, although he no longer had resentment in his heart, but after all, he was injured, how could he not have a little temper.

He didn't dare to play a temper with Tang Luo, but he was not so polite to one.

"Prison Master, we are in the Blood Prison Pavilion, just cold-blooded killing tools...... Although I haven't been in contact with Tang Luo for a long time, I can tell that he is different from the Blood Hell Pavilion. ”

One looked in the rearview mirror and said.

"Hmph, it's different, I almost beat Lao Tzu half to death, and now I'm calling me to eat hot pot!"

Zuo Qianqiu snorted coldly and said angrily.

"Well, this ...... This shows his true temperament!"

One is a little awkward.

"Okay, don't talk to him, we are in the Blood Hell Pavilion, no matter what, we can still get resources to cultivate, what about him? Although he said that it took three years, in these three years, we all have to rely on ourselves to obtain cultivation resources!"

Zuo Qianqiu didn't blame him anymore, after all, even he became a 'traitor'.

Still, he was worried.

"Prison Master, although I don't know Tang Luo's origins, what he can give us is definitely more than the Blood Prison Pavilion!"

Ichijo glanced at Zuo Qianqiu and said.

"Huh, why do you say that?"

Zuo Qianqiu was stunned.

"He's taught me how to fight with the Fat Dragon!"

A gentle voice.

"What?Combat Skills?!"

Hearing one of the words, Zuo Qianqiu's eyes widened.

"Yes, the combat technique, in the ancient martial arts world, it is almost as precious as the ancient martial arts method!"

One nodded.

"When did he teach you?"

Zuo Qianqiu was surprised.

"Didn't you just submit to him?"

"Well, what he taught us when we were submitting to him! He said that as long as we are faithful, we are our own people, and he will not do any bad to his own people!"

A serious way.

"This ......"

Zuo Qianqiu was really shocked, the fighting skills that his daughter did not change, and he taught Yiyi and the fat dragon so easily?

You must know that in the Blood Hell Pavilion, only those who are above the top ten hall masters or who have made great contributions will be rewarded with combat skills and given them cultivation!

"One more thing, prison master......"

One hesitated.

"The last time I came to kill Tang Luo with Fat Dragon, he was only at the realm of the late stage of Dark Strength, almost the peak strength of the late stage of Dark Strength...... And now, his combat power is equal to yours!"

"What?

Zuo Qianqiu's face changed again, how long has it been, how could Tang Luo have improved so much!

"Could it be that he hid his strength before?"

"No, you can ask Feilong about this...... Prison Master, such a young Dark Spirit Great Perfection, placed in the entire Ancient Martial Realm, that is also a demon among demons! What kind of existence does he have behind him? Therefore, if we follow him, we may not suffer a loss, it is better than staying in the Blood Prison Pavilion!"

Zuo Qianqiu looked at one, and his heart was no longer calm.

He didn't say anything more, he said everything that should be said, and it was up to the prison master to do it.

After a long time, Zuo Qianqiu slowly exhaled and nodded.

Originally, he had some other thoughts in his heart, but now...... All other thoughts are gone.

"Hope...... We didn't make the right choice. ”

In the car behind, Tang Luo lit a cigarette and puffed out a puff of smoke.

The thought of subduing a big master made him feel very happy.

He felt that this Blood Hell Pavilion was not as terrifying as he imagined, and even ...... It's pretty good.

"As long as I can become stronger, the Blood Hell Pavilion can provide me with a steady stream of subordinates. ”

Thinking that he had taken all the killers who came to kill him, he couldn't help but grin.

When the time comes, the three major pavilion masters of the Blood Hell Pavilion will probably be able to come to him and fight hard!

"You have to hurry up and become a master of transforming energy, and when the time comes, let Zuo Qianqiu tell the Blood Prison Pavilion that they can send a master of the top ten hall master levels to come, and then get a few more ...... of his subordinates."

Tang Luo muttered.

"However, before that, you can let Lao Zuo get all the killers who have left his soul prison...... All I need to do is to detoxify them, and then poison them! When the time comes, I will have a large number of masters, and I will take them to Siam or something, and I will not be able to sweep them away!"

The more Tang Luo thought about it, the more excited he became, and he almost sang a song.

He felt that it was necessary for him to make a phone call to Ning Yu'er and let her know that she was still alive and living very comfortably!

(End of chapter)