Center for the Study of Abnormal Humans.

Yan Chen walked in a prison-like mental hospital, surrounded by silence.

A spooky and creepy aura spreads in this cool place, giving people a kind of horror from the soul.

Entering here is like entering a dark morgue where the whole world is cold.

Like the roar of a terrible ghost, it whirred in the ears of Yan Chen.

on this.

His face was expressionless, and he didn't pay attention to the terrible and sad voice coming from the ventilation pipe, like a terrible ghost.

Walking into a passage, the overwhelming blood had already attacked, as if it was about to drown him in this monstrous torrent of blood.

It's a pity that Yan Chen was not moved by this.

A strong killing intent erupted from his body, instantly shattering the monstrous sea of blood.

Step by step towards the depths of the passage, each step is crisp into the ears, and the sound of ticking is like a bell urging life, giving people a very bad premonition.

Suddenly.

The yin wind blew, Yan Chen's hair was blown up by this yin wind, the clothes on his body were windless, and a cool feeling rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

If you are a coward, you will probably be frightened by this strange atmosphere.

"Is it boring?"

Finally, his indifferent voice sounded in the long corridor, and there was not the slightest emotion in his tone.

His voice, as if it were a megaphone, or a flood of bells, echoed through the desolate and breezy passage, but no one answered his words.

It was as if he was talking to a ghost.

"You're finally here!"

A low and hoarse voice with vicissitudes of life sounded, and there was a look of certainty in his tone, as if he had known that Death Chen would come.

"Yes, I'm coming! Shouldn't you come out and see it? ”

As if talking to an old friend, Yan Chen continued to walk towards the depths of the passage, and said flatly.

He didn't say anything idiotic like how do you know I was coming, and he was very cold and domineering, and his tone was full of faint commands.

"To see or not to see, does it make sense?" In this old and hoarse voice, there is the vicissitudes of the world.

"It doesn't make sense, but I have a few things, would you like to give them?"

Yan Chen continued to walk towards the corridor in front of him, and the iron door behind him slammed shut, but it didn't affect him, and there was no panic in his tone, as if it was a normal thing for the iron door to close.

Or rather, even if the iron door is closed, it doesn't matter to him.

"Don't give! Martial arts can't save the country, and it can't save the country, Jin Long is dead and can't stand. ”

The owner of this voice, his tone was full of fear and anger, and refused Yan Chen's request.

After years of arrangement, martial arts could not save the country, but made the country more chaotic and the whole nation crumbling.

He is a sinner of the entire Han people.

"Who said Jin Long is dead?"

Yan Chen's mental power surged, tore a piece of wall, stepped out, and came to a mysterious dungeon, only to see an old beggar bound to the cross by five huge chains, up and down, skin and flesh!

Looked at.

He recognized this guy at a glance, it was the old beggar in "Kung Fu".

Unexpectedly, he was actually caught here by the Japanese.

No wonder he didn't show up, it turned out that he was caught.

"I'm curious, Grandmaster, why did you get caught here?"

He looked at the embarrassed old beggar with interest and said.

Martial Arts Grandmaster, stepping into the air, flying to the sky and flying against the sky, how can he be bound by these chains?

Unscientific.

"I came here voluntarily to atone for my sins!"

The old beggar smiled sadly and said: "I maliciously spread the martial arts cheats in the Jianghu Martial Arts, which led to the chaos in the Jianghu Martial Arts and the decline of the martial arts world, so that the Eight-Nation Alliance could easily enter the Shenzhou Continent, burn, kill and loot, and do all kinds of evil, and I am here to atone for my sins." ”

"You're running away, you know?"

Yan Chen brought over a stool, looked at this mentally disordered, unkempt, and disheveled old beggar, and said, "Should I call you Physiognomy Grandmaster, or Martial Arts Grandmaster?" ”

"You'd better call me an old beggar!" The old beggar smiled, didn't care about Yan Chen's words, and said.

"Old beggar? Oh, the dignified physiognomy and martial arts master actually fell into a beggar, what an irony! Yan Chen chuckled, his tone full of playfulness.

If the old beggar is not a physiognomy master, how can he tell that Ah Xing is a genius that is rare in a hundred years? He was even given a lot of options for his exercises?

As for the Martial Arts Grandmaster?

The Gang Qi in the body is endless, endless, and walking in the void is the grandmaster.

Of course, it's not Ip Man's kind of ha.

If it was a national art master like Ip Man, it would be impossible to reach the level of walking in the void.

It's just that the combat power can compete with the martial arts master.

"This may be retribution, if it weren't for the fact that I tampered with the national fortunes of the Manchu Qing Dynasty without permission, I would not have ended up betraying my relatives, and the land of Shenzhou would not have fallen into the scene of endless wars, and the land of Shenzhou is still the overlord of the world."

The old beggar's eyes had an incomparable look of pain, and he said with remorse.

If it weren't for his reckless behavior, how could it cause Shenzhou to become like this?

"Tampering with the luck of the Qing Dynasty, Buwu the world, I have to say that you old guy, you are really crazy, in other words, you have not been eaten by the national fortune of the Qing Dynasty?"

Yan Chen became more and more interested in this old beggar, looked at him with interest, and said.

tampering with the luck of the time, I have to say that the old beggar is awesome.

"It's been eaten back!"

The old beggar didn't say much, but simply said four words.

When he said these four words, his tone was full of unparalleled fear, and his body trembled a little.

Thinking of the scene of his sect being annihilated overnight, his wife being separated, and everyone betraying his relatives, he felt very aggrieved and painful.

"Hand over the Thousand Hands Divine Fist, the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, the Nine Yang Divine Skills, the One Yang Finger, the Dugu Nine Swords, and so on, I won't kill you......"

Yan Chen no longer talked to the old beggar about these meaningless topics, his eyes stared at his eyes with bright eyes, and his tone suddenly became indifferent, and a dangerous aura permeated this cell.

"To tell the truth, you really surprised me, I actually saw the situation of the trapped dragon from you, and you broke it, I'm afraid that the Japanese island of Kyushu has been angry, right?"

The old beggar didn't pay attention to Yan Chen's words, but looked at him and said.

From Yan Chen's body, he felt a powerful golden dragon breath, a golden dragon breath that chased the emperor directly, majestic and vast, almost condensing into substance.

"1,500 poison gas bombs have been dropped on Kyushu Island, and millions of people have been killed so far, and the resentment must be skyrocketing, as for the situation of the trapped dragon, I really don't know ......"

(End of chapter)