Li Ling felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and he couldn't have imagined that a child was actually being imprisoned in this well-defended and dangerous secret passage.

Behind the iron gate, a child who looked to be at most seven or eight years old, dressed in a white robe, was sitting on a stone bed, dangling his two calves, and his big eyes were full of curiosity.

The boy's face was pale, probably because he had not been exposed to sunlight for many years, and he did not appear to be bloody. The lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and it is absolutely appropriate to describe it as a cherry mouth. The facial features are very evenly distributed, and he is not very handsome, but he has an aura.

"The Martial God of the Capital City has made such a secret way, and he actually detains a child? Isn't this too nonsense?" The corners of Li Ling's mouth twitched, staring at Feng Lingzhi who fell to the ground, strode forward, and lifted his neck.

Feng Lingzhi's chest was pierced by the Fanyan Dragon Cloud Spear, but there was no blood spilling, only a puff of sparks that kept splashing.

", who the hell is this little brat?"

Li Ling felt that this matter was not so simple, and to be able to make the Martial God of the capital work so hard and detain him here, this child's identity must be unusual.

"I don't know!" Feng Lingzhi's breath became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids were heavy, looking at the children inside the iron gate.

The child blinked, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and grinned at Feng Lingzhi, as if he was laughing at him.

"I don't know, do you think I'll believe it?" Li Ling's eyes flashed with coldness.

"I really don't know!" Feng Lingzhi's eyes rolled with fear, looking at the child who jumped off the stone bed, his voice trembled, "No, I can't let him out!"

"It's okay not to let him come out, tell me first, who is he?" Li Ling turned his body and looked at the child who was about to step out of the iron gate, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Little brat, if you dare to come out, I will break your legs!"

Although he didn't know who this kid was, Li Ling also had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I really don't know who he is, but the master told me to guard this place for eighteen years, only to tell me that there is a scourge here. ”

"Eighteen years, are you fooling me?" Looking at the appearance of the child, he was only eight or nine years old at most, how could he be imprisoned for eighteen years.

"I don't have to lie to you!" Feng Lingzhi's aura became weaker and weaker, his eyes gradually became hollow, and his voice was slight, "Don't let him go!"

The kid had a faint smile on his face, and after hearing Li Ling's threat, he shrugged his shoulders and stood on the edge of the door with a nonchalant expression.

Looking at the child's behavior, Li Ling always felt that he was not like a seven or eight-year-old child, but like an old fox in his forties and fifties.

"Bang!"

Throwing Feng Lingzhi out with his backhand, Li Ling walked to the child, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you locked up here?"

The corners of the child's mouth turned up, a touch of contempt flashed in his eyes, and the afterglow swept away Feng Lingzhi, who had fallen to the ground, and slowly spoke.

The child's voice was cold, as if it was a strong wind from the cold winter, which made people feel cold.

"My name is Zhou Chongen!"

"Smack!"

The child's face showed a look of astonishment, and he looked at Li Ling in a daze, "You, you hit me?"

"Special mother, if you are Zhou Chongen, I will be a Saint Seiya!" Li Ling showed a vicious expression on his face, and said coldly: "Little brat, who are you? If you tell me honestly, I will save you out!"

The child didn't seem to hear Li Ling's threat, and the light of disbelief flashed in his eyes, repeating over and over again: "You dare to hit me?"

"Smack!"

Another slap on the child's head, Li Ling squinted his eyes and said, "Little brat, I will ask you one last time, who are you!"

"I'll fight with you!"

As if the child had been stimulated by something, angry flames rolled in his eyes, and his little arm was raised and hit Li Ling's waist.

"Cut!"

Li Ling stretched out his right hand, pressed the child's head, let him swing his little arms and legs, lifted him up, and said coldly: "Why did the Martial God of the Capital lock you up here?"

"Boy, you have the ability to wait, I can't kill you!"

At the beginning, this kid gave Li Ling a kind of maturity and stability, but now, Li Ling felt that this was a little kid.

"Hey, still kill me?" Li Ling smiled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he clasped the child's Tianling Gai's right hand and used it slowly.

"Pain, pain, pain!" As Li Ling's right hand slowly exerted force, tears flashed in the child's eyes, and he shouted, "Boy, you have a kind, Zhou has admitted it today, and you have the ability to wait for me for three years." Three years later, I'm going to beat you all over the floor!"

"I'm going to leave you with no bones now!"

Catching up with Li Ling's emotionless gaze, the child's expression froze, and a flattering smile suddenly unfolded on his face, and said, "Brother, let's not do this, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, if you have something to say, we can sit down and talk slowly!"

Looking at the little kid with a changeable expression, Li Ling snorted and said secretly, this little kid is really not simple.

Li Ling could naturally see that this kid had been pretentious from the beginning, to using the agitation method, and now he was burdened with humiliation.

How can a seven or eight-year-old child understand this.

"Who the hell are you? I'll ask you one last time!"

"My name is really Zhou Chongen!" The little kid smiled bitterly and said, "Big brother, if I lie to you, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky!"

"Zhou Chongen!"

Li Ling's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said, "What is your relationship with Zhou Chongen, the martial god of the capital?"

"The Martial God of the Capital?" the little boy rolled his eyes and muttered, "You actually came up with such a loud name." ”

"Big brother, the martial god of the capital you are talking about is Zhou Chongen, who cultivates ten thousand broken palms, right?"

"Hmm!"

"Big brother, I've been locked up here for eighteen years, and Zhou Chongen didn't have such a majestic name at that time!" The little kid showed a touch of emotion on his face and said, "Big brother, if I say that I am the same person as Zhou Chongen, who cultivates ten thousand broken palms, do you believe it?"

"How is that possible!" Li Ling's expression changed, staring at the little boy in his hand, and said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Big brother, can you leave here first and then say no? Otherwise, Da Zhou Chongen will come back. There was a strange light in the little kid's eyes, excitement and fear.

"Good!"

Li Ling was also afraid that this little kid would escape, so he directly sandwiched him under his armpit, and immediately strode towards the outside of the passage.

At the same time, halfway up the Wusheng Mountain, the Martial God of the Capital City and Qin Tian were inseparable, and the huge mountain rocks were shattered by the violent energy, like a hidden weapon, sweeping in all directions.

Suddenly, the face of the Martial God of the Capital City changed greatly, and he turned his head sharply, looking at Li Ling who was shooting out of the Martial Saint Temple in the distance, staring at the little fart child under his armpit.

Feeling the gaze of the martial god in the capital, the little kid who was caught by Li Ling had a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to say, Zhou Chongen, I still came out.