"Take the prisoner and assign the cell!"

The slave prisoners from the West were guarded by the jailers and taken to this level of the Black Prison, where they were taken off one by one with a command.

The group of people who had regained their sight were slightly relieved, either curious or horrified to look at their surroundings.

"Welcome, rookies, haha!!"

"Rubish! You're in Hell!"

"Another bunch of poor little guys. ”

In the dense surrounding cells, some fierce slave criminals put their hands out of the hard wooden fence and waved, pointing at the new slaves, shouting taunts and laughing.

The loud laughter and the boisterous atmosphere made the new slaves cringe, which made the prisoners in the cells even more excited and laughed louder.

In the rampant uproar, a medium-sized slave prisoner named Codd appeared calmer in the ranks of the new slaves.

Since he came in, although he was nervous, his expression was calm, and he had been quietly and quickly observing the surrounding environment and various details, and remembering them.

His attention to detail and strong memory have always been his pride.

Corde was a craftsman who came from a completely declining aristocratic family.

He had a strong personality, a wide range of friends, and was skilled and skillful, making him a little famous in the small town where he lived.

He came from the most powerful and prosperous empire in the West today, the Ciro Empire, and lived in a lively small city, living next to his brother Rhodes.

Rhodes is strong and brave since he was a child, but Cord has always been quiet and takes care of his life with his brother with peace of mind, and his life is quite impressive.

And yet, now he is standing here.

Unlike the average slave and convict here, Celder can be said to have come in on his own initiative, and due to practical reasons, he had to go into the black prison.

A month ago.

His elder brother Rhodes was framed for offending a local nobleman and became a shameful murderer.

Because of his declining aristocratic status, Rhodes was spared death, however, after the great nobleman resorted to a little tricks, Rhodes was sent to a remote black prison in the Great Liao Kingdom.

When the shocked Cord inquired about the situation in the black prison through many sources, he could not sit still.

Countless murderous slave prisoners are mixed in, and the randomly selected man-beast battle, once chosen, is almost certain to die, and the deadly danger is blatantly exposed.

Cord understood that normal justice no longer worked, and he didn't want to watch Rhodes die, so he had to save his brother with his own hands.

Spending the accumulated family wealth, through the up and down points, Calder and two close friends disguised themselves as prisoners and were sent to the black prison.

Two friends, one is Grimm, who is proficient in pharmacology, and is good at making all kinds of simple potions.

The other is Berg, who studied architecture, with a strong body, a straightforward temperament, and even a little irritable.

Due to the rush of time, only these two people can be contacted who are willing to help, but in Cold's plan, the two best friends can play an extremely important role and help a lot.

Cord felt lucky that the two friends were placed in a cell next to theirs, and inside was a bearded man who was constantly swearing.

This is undoubtedly very conducive to the implementation of his plan.

At the moment, the most important thing is to adapt to life in the black prison as soon as possible, find out the environment, and find his brother Rhodes as soon as possible.

With joy in his heart, Cord entered the cramped and dark cell in front of him, greeted his bearded cellmate, and wanted to settle relations in advance.

However, the bearded man only glanced at Cord obliquely, and with a cold gaze, he lowered his head, dismissive of Cord's enthusiasm.

The bearded man was forcibly caught in the black prison a long time ago, and he saw a lot of these new slaves, and he didn't have much affection for them, so he watched coldly from the sidelines.

A smile stiffened on Cold's face, and he stood in place awkwardly, shaking his head slightly, feeling that life might not be too easy in the future.

And at this time, inside the large and tidy cell.

Pang Yuan sat quietly on the bed, sitting cross-legged, breathing steadily.

Half of his face had scabbed over and new flesh had grown, except for large scars, some noticeable.

The rare mild sunlight hit him through the small vent, but Pang Yuan was indifferent.

His mind was now completely focused on the mysterious red dot in front of him.

Among the several tiny red dots, Pang Yuan's various physical attributes were arranged, clearly entering his eyes.

Pang Yuan

Power 8.6(1)

Speed 7.3(1)

Constitution 9.0(1)

Note: The data is based on the natural physical fitness of ordinary adult men in this world.

In addition, there are 2.0 free attribute points that can be used in the following columns.

The light is restrained and unpretentious.

Pang Yuan touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

The physical attributes of the physique column are still at the position of 9.0, there is no change, and there seems to be no abnormality.

But Pang Yuan understood that if it was according to the previous improvement, the current physique should be 9.5 height, but now it has inexplicably stopped the change in value and entered a strange accumulation period.

Pang Yuan thought for a moment and looked at the extremely tempting 2.0 free attribute points that were waiting there quietly.

He didn't rush to add it to his body's attributes, but resisted the temptation to keep it for the time being.

Pang Yuan's eyes were deep, and he naturally had some consideration in his heart.

The abnormal change in the physical attribute data in the red dot made him cautious and reluctant to consume the free attribute at will, and Pang Yuan wanted to figure out the magnitude of the abnormal change of this attribute at once.

Shaking his head, Pang Yuan didn't think much about it, and concentrated his consciousness to withdraw from the red dot.

In the sturdy physique, in the complex network of meridians, the turbulent flow of qi is still surging, almost spontaneously.

Pang Yuan stood up, stood still in the open space in the cell, stretched his muscles and bones, carried qi and blood, and practiced boxing seriously.

With Pang Yuan's movements, the strong muscles and bones in his body made a burst of crisp sounds, and where the hard fist passed, the fist wind was cold.

I have to say that in this extremely quiet environment, no one disturbs him, and he doesn't need to think about other tedious affairs, and he can concentrate on the cultivation of martial arts.

The will is condensed, and the boxing method does not leave the body, which is of great benefit to the boxing practice of Pang Yuan's Lion Demon Fist.

In the days that followed, Pang Yuan's life fell into a very regular calm.

He practiced boxing in a large and silent cell every day, and at the same time used the key to the operation of the exercises of the Jushi Gong, accelerating the operation of the two qi senses in his body and growing stronger.

In addition, Pang Yuan also went to the place where the slaves worked in this layer of prison during the fixed period of time when the prisoners were working.

It was a huge quarry, vast and wide, full of jagged boulders and slopes.

This is just one place of work in the Black Prison, and there are many such places.

A large number of slave prisoners wore prison uniforms, worked in pairs, all with sturdy shackles, and tools in hand, cooperating with each other to break stones, load trucks, and carry them.

A large number of slave prisoners were densely packed and scattered over the vast land, looking at the past from afar, like countless ants gathered together.

Around the dense crowd of slaves, there were groups of jailers patrolling back and forth, and heavily armed men in black guards were stationed nearby, closely monitoring the movements of the slaves.

"Stand up, don't stop!"

"Bastard, hurry up and fuck me, don't think about being lazy!"

The jailers carried iron rods and whips in their hands, and whenever they saw a slave prisoner who wanted to be lazy and slippery, they would whip them and shout and curse them, urging them to work hard.

Large drops of muddy sweat could not stop smashing on the ground, and many slaves' prison uniforms were almost completely soaked with sweat, and large sweat stains appeared on their backs and armpits.

In the large open quarry, there are several drinking places, which are guarded by several jailers.

During regular breaks, these drinking points provided water to the working thirsty slave convicts.

Many slaves were sweating profusely, their hands and feet were sore, and it was also a great comfort to be able to enjoy the sweet water when they rested. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?