"I don't like to mess with trouble, but if someone who doesn't have a long eye comes to mess with me, then don't blame me for being rude."

Wang Ember didn't bother to talk nonsense with this group of scum who were locked in the dark dungeon, and after throwing down such a warning, he walked towards the corner of the dark dungeon.

In this dark dungeon, there are pillars that hold up the dungeon, and other than that, there is no room difference at all.

The area divided by these pillars is the "room" occupied by the criminals in this dark dungeon.

Dripping with the foul and stinking water under his feet, Wang Yan came to the corner and sat down slightly against the protrusion of the wall.

That's the hard part of this dark dungeon, where the ground is full of sewage, and there is nowhere to sit but to stand, even if you sleep.

Even a great grandmaster-level martial artist might be able to endure a few months of standing and sleeping, but what if it was a few years?

Many great grandmaster-level martial artists who had just been thrown into this dark dungeon, when they first entered this dark dungeon, they were still proud of their identities and were unwilling to sit down in this sewage.

However, when a few years have passed, even if it is a great grandmaster-level martial artist, standing and sleeping for a long time is definitely a kind of torture, and later, even if there is sewage under his feet, he can only lie dormant in this sewage regardless of it, and let the sewage stain his face.

Wang Ember was not worried that he would be locked up in this dark dungeon for the rest of his life.

Chu Yang Martial Sage's meaning, he was already very clear, but he thought that he Wang Ember was just a child, he had not experienced any social sinisters, he thought that he could pinch him, and wanted to throw him into this dark dungeon, let himself suffer, and when Wang Ember couldn't hold on, Chu Yang Martial Sage came forward again, saying that as long as Wang Ember was willing to confess, he would give Wang Ember a light sentence and other words to induce Wang Ember to confess.

Once Wang Ember confesses, what awaits Wang Ember next is unimaginable.

It's a pity that this little trick has been seen through by Wang Yan.

Not to mention that Wang Yan never did anything to Cheng Fan at all, and the only time he did it was in front of many people.

That Chuyang Martial Saint has no evidence at all, as long as Wang Shen doesn't admit it, this Chuyang Martial Saint will at most lock himself up in this dark dungeon for a few days.

Moreover, Wang Yan registered with Sikong Tianxiong, and Sikong Tianxiong personally came forward for him and did a battle with Naluo Shengdu.

It doesn't make sense that Sikong Tianxiong would let Chuyang Martial Saint do something to him.

The reason why Sikong Tianxiong hasn't come forward yet, either because he is entangled in something, or I'm afraid he still wants to see Wang Yan's performance.

After figuring out these points, Wang Yan did not have the slightest panic about his current situation, calmed down, and sat down in a half-horse posture against the stone wall.

Only then did he calm down, and the crowd gathered around there suddenly quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, who would have thought that this kid with fine skin and tender flesh would actually be a great grandmaster-level martial artist?"

"Could it be that Lao Tzu has been locked up in this dark dungeon for too long? Now the outside world is so crazy? This kid looks like he's just an adult, right? They are all already great grandmasters? Are young people so precocious nowadays? ”

"Huang Mao was knocked out by that kid's punch, do you want to help him?"

"What to help, be careful that Huang Mao is looking for you to vent."

"This kid can't be a great grandmaster at the level of a suppression envoy, right? If you can knock Huang Mao out with one punch, I'm afraid that the strength is not comparable to that of ordinary great grandmasters......"

"I wonder if you're dazed in this dark dungeon? Before Huang Mao was imprisoned in this dark dungeon, he was a great grandmaster-level martial artist at the suppression envoy level of the Bald Eagle Kingdom, but he had been locked in this dark dungeon for too long, even if he was a suppression envoy-level figure, the sewage in the dark dungeon had seriously limited his physical functions. This kid has just entered this dark dungeon, and his physical functions have not been completely limited by the sewage in this dark dungeon, so what's so strange about being able to defeat Huang Mao? I see, at most, tomorrow, this kid's strength will definitely fall off a cliff, and the sewage in this dark dungeon is not so easy to resist! ”

"You have a reason to say this, no wonder the other old guys in the dungeon have not moved, although those old guys are not good men, but there are newcomers in them, it stands to reason that they should also be curious, I was still wondering why they didn't even show their faces, now it seems that those old guys are also worried that this new kid will beat them up like beating yellow hair, right?"

……

In the midst of the whispers, although many old people in the dark dungeon had doubts about Wang Yan's true strength, no one dared to provoke Wang Yan at this time.

After all, Wang Yan, who had just entered the dark dungeon, was still at the peak of his strength, and his body was not corroded by the sewage in the dark dungeon.

On the other hand, they have all been locked up in this dark dungeon for an unknown number of years, and their physical functions have been corroded a lot by this sewage, and their strength has long been much worse than before.

With their weakened state, it is really irrational to clash with Wang Yan, who is now in his heyday.

The crowd gathered in the dark sewage dispersed, leaving only the yellow hair still lying in the sewage, unconscious and uncaring.

This is a common sight in the dark dungeon, in which there are no rules and no sympathy, and for this group of prisoners held here, even if they are injured, they are a rare antidote in the life of the prisoners.

No one bothered him, and Wang Yan fell into a deep sleep.

……

When the gray mist was heavy, and Wang Yan's vision became clear, what caught his eye was still the huge and ancient gate of the imperial city.

"It seems that before being moved to this imperial city, I can't go back to the Thousand Yang Sect......"

All that came to Wang Ye's heart was happiness, if he returned to the Thousand Yang Sect and encountered the terrifying monster that occupied Duan Tianhe's body again, he didn't have any confidence to fight against that terrifying monster at all.

Right now, although there seemed to be a greater weirdness hidden in this imperial city, Wang Shen felt a trace of peace of mind for no reason.

He looked in the direction of the city gate from afar, but was surprised to find that the two city guards he had seen last time before the city gate had disappeared.

"Gone?"

Under the gray mist, Wang Ember looked at the empty city gate, a little surprised, he took a few steps forward, only approached the city gate, in front of the mist, without warning, the two city guards appeared in front of Wang Ember silently.

"The entrance fee to the city, two gold coins, if there is no money, quickly retreat."

The two defenders were still the same as they had last seen them, uttering mechanical words from their mouths, repeating them over and over again.

Wang Yan's face was heavy, he didn't step forward, and slowly retreated.

This time, he saw it clearly.

The two city guards simply appeared out of thin air, and they appeared in Wang Ash's sight so suddenly, and Wang Ember didn't even feel any signs in advance.

All kinds of signs show that these two city defenders are too weird, and it is really not a wise choice to forcibly break into this imperial city.

"Forget it, just let go of the divine sense, outside this city, there seem to be sporadic zombies wandering, let's see if we can get enough entry fees from those zombies."

Wang Yan finally chose to give up the idea of forcibly entering the city, and his body moved, heading out of the city.

Five silver dollars should be able to be scraped together quickly.

……

All night, Wang Yan was on his way to find zombies and collect the entrance fee to the city.

The zombies outside the imperial city are indeed too rare, and Wang Yan has been running around in the wild all night, and he has only found three zombies.

Compared with the woman carrying the basket, the three zombies were not so weird, and there were not even a few of them who broke the realm of delusion, and after being easily solved by Wang Yan, some things like silver dollars were found on the bodies of the three zombies.

However, the currency had rotted, and Wang Shen didn't know if it was the silver dollar that the two city defenders had requested, so he could only keep it for the time being.

By the time he exited the dream world, Ember had already collected four coins that were the same as the currency.

"I don't know if it's enough...... Next time I fall asleep, let's collect some more......"

With this in mind, Wang Yan opened his eyes, but it happened to meet an eye that was covered under the scattered dirty hair.

"What happened to you last night?"

Those eyes were burning and shining, staring at Wang Yan deadly.