The rosacea-nosed boy next to the man didn't say a word when he saw this scene, but just kept smiling sadly, which made people shudder.

"Tie it up and bring it back to the prison!"

The leopard-faced man turned his head sideways and commanded the ironclad soldier behind him, flicked the red cloak with one hand, and strode out of the medicine shop.

Cao Lang spat at Ye Feng and the short and fat boy who had been staring at him beside him, and limped towards the man with a cane.

Immediately afterwards, a group of ironclad soldiers rushed into the house, took off the black iron chains around their waists, and tied the two of them into a porcelain solid.

I was so scared that the shopkeeper of the pharmacy and the young man were dripping in a cold sweat, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Leaving the medicine shop, Ye Feng and the horn were pressed all the way to the heavenly prison by the ironclad soldiers, the divine soldier Xuanjiao had been confiscated by Cao Bao, and the basket of bamboo baskets that Ye Feng had been carrying was thrown into the corner of the prison gate as rags by a soldier.

When Cao Bao appeared, the witty ingots had already performed their own unique skills, hibernate instantly, and fell asleep, otherwise with Cao Bao's cultivation, how could he not detect the toad ingots of this third-order spirit pet?

After the ironclad soldiers left, a thief-eyed jailer stood outside the cell of Ye Feng and the others, and said with a sneer: "Hehe, boy, wait here honestly, and after a while, Gongzi Cao will come here to catch up with you~!"

The jailer laughed a few times and walked away.

"Phew~"

The short and fat boy spat fiercely at the back of the jailer, paused, turned his head to look at Ye Feng worriedly, and asked Chi, "Ye Feng, are your hands okay?"

The thin young man shook his head, didn't say a word, frowned and thought about the situation at this time.

From the small medicine shop all the way to the prison, those ironclad soldiers did not block the eyes of Ye Feng and the others, so Ye Feng had already roughly written down the terrain and route.

It's just that this heavenly prison is in the internal military camp of Ziwu Pass, even if he can escape from the heavenly prison, he can't escape the ears and eyes of the so-called 500,000 Iron Eagle Guards, and another 11,000 Ye Feng is not enough.

"Whew~"

Looking at the clear blue sky and the dots of white clouds outside the prison window, Ye Feng suddenly felt a little tired.

In those moments of life and death that he encountered all the way from Qingxi Town, he survived without danger, but at this time, in this heavily guarded Ziwu Guantian Prison, Ye Feng's heart felt for the first time that he was so small, and he was afraid that he would not be able to deal with even an ironclad soldier.

Thinking of his parents and family who still didn't know their whereabouts, Ye Feng lowered his head even more unwillingly.

The short and fat boy looked at Ye Feng, who was depressed, and finally understood that he was just an ordinary half-grown teenager like himself, no matter how calm and sensitive he was, he still couldn't erase his seven emotions and six desires after all.

"Ye Feng, it's okay, don't be afraid, whoever dares to bully you, I will blow his head off for you!"

Wang Horn raised his fist and smiled at Ye Feng honestly.

The young man did not answer, and a trace of waves flashed on his delicate face.

After a moment of silence, Ye Feng, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head, and encouraged the horn with resolute eyes: "Horn, no matter how Cao Lang retaliates against us for a while, you are not allowed to cry! Let alone plead! If you want to die, we will also die with dignity!"

The short and fat boy let out a "hmm" and nodded vigorously,

In the cell, the two teenagers looked each other in the eye and laughed silly together.

"Oh, can this still laugh out? You won't hear I'm coming to scare silly, right?"

With a strange voice of yin and yang, Cao Lang appeared outside the cell door with four jailers on crutches.

Ye Feng and Wang Horn ignored the noise, and looked out of the prison window with a tacit understanding.

Seeing this, Cao Lang was furious, raised his crutches and slammed the ground, turned his head and ordered the jailer behind him, "Take the two of them to the interrogation room." ”

Rosacea limped out of the cell.

Several jailers opened the cell door and dragged Ye Feng and the others out.

When the jailer dragged the two teenagers into the interrogation room and set them up on a wooden stake, Cao Lang came to the horn first with a soft whip full of spikes.

The rosacea lay in the ear of the short and fat boy, and said with a sad smile: "Hehehe, Wang Trumpet, you bastard, seventeen knives, very cool, right? Tell you, what I am holding in my hand is a law-breaking whip, even if you have a bad golden body, it is useless!"

As he spoke, the spiked soft whip in Cao Lang's hand had already "snapped" on the horn, and he cursed fiercely, "Little bastard! Rotten bitch! Stab me seventeen! I can't whip you one hundred and seventy lashes, right?"

The short and fat boy clenched his teeth, did not say a word, raised his head and looked at the bluestone roof in the cell, his face full of disdain,

With Cao Lang's whipping, the few jailers standing on the side gradually turned from schadenfreude at the beginning to solemnity, and everyone's hearts were secretly admiring the hard bones of the horn.

The military law of Ziwu Guan Tieyingwei was also flogging.

But except for Qin Wuyang, who was the head of the four major staff leaders at the beginning, who was drawn by the 'Weilong General' Zhuo Qi with a hundred law-breaking whips and could still do nothing, there was no second person among the 500,000 Iron Eagle Guards who could do it.

And Qin Wuyang's realm is the five realms of the Great Perfection of Physical Training.

The short and fat young man in front of him actually only relied on the cultivation of the small consummation realm, and he could still grit his teeth and not say a word after being beaten by more than fifty magic whips, which made these jailers not admire?

If he is put in the military camp to temper and beat, he will definitely be a fierce general on the battlefield in the future!

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty!"

Cao Lang had an excited and hideous smile on his face, and he counted while smoking, his eyes were full of heat.

Rosamine seemed to be tired when he counted to sixty-eight, stopped his movements and gasped, turned his head to look at Ye Feng, who had been holding his head high and sneering behind him, threw the magic whip in his hand on the ground, and walked towards Ye Feng.

"You're laughing at me?"

Cao Lang leaned on crutches and grabbed Ye Feng's cheek, his face hideous and hateful.

The thin young man was noncommittal, shook his head vigorously and shook off his rosacea's arm, looked sideways at the stone wall on the side, and spit out two words in his mouth: "Sick~"

"Ahhh——!h

Cao Lang's already twisted heart was stimulated even more fanatically, pointing at Ye Feng and laughing wildly, "Hahahaha~ Okay! I'll see how hard your bones are!"

After speaking, he rudely tore off the strip of cloth that Ye Feng's hands were wrapping around, stabbed the wound on the young man's palm with his fingertips, kept kneading and stirring, and instructed the jailer behind him:

"Bring the salt!

A few jailers, you look at me, I look at you, and for a while no one moved.

After all, the two teenagers in front of them are both citizens of the Song Kingdom, and they are not spies, let alone make any big mistakes, although these little jailers also want to hug Cao Shenling's thighs, but after all, they still have some conscience, and no one wants to do such a thing that has lost their conscience.

Cao Lang waited for a moment without seeing any movement, and when he looked back and saw the reaction of several jailers bowing their heads and saying nothing, he couldn't help but be furious.

shouted angrily: "Waste, get out of here!"

After saying that, he limped to a pile of torture instruments in the corner of the wall and found the salt.

Seeing this, the jailers glanced at each other and quietly exited the interrogation room.

Cao Lang returned to Ye Feng with a large handful of salt, simply threw the cane on the ground, roughly opened the wound on the young man's palm, and pressed the salt into it without hesitation.

The thin young man's eyes widened in an instant due to the severe pain, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, his immature face was flushed, and his teeth clucked, but he finally didn't say a word.

"Cao Lang, I'll fuck your mother!"

The short and fat boy was furious, and the chains on his body crackled.

Rosacea looked back at the angry horn, the smile on his face became even more hideous, and he turned around and grabbed Ye Feng's other palm.

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In the Jinluan Hall of the Great Song Palace, Emperor Zhao Zhen of the Song Dynasty sat on the dragon chair with his head propped up, closed his eyes and frowned and thought about his thoughts.

On the side of the red carpet under the steps, an old eunuch in a purple robe and a black hat stood quietly aside.

In the center of the red carpet, a middle-aged man wearing gold armor and a sword at his waist, thick eyebrows, white sideburns, and stubble on his face stood up, looking at Emperor Song on the dragon chair with a respectful expression.

After a long time, Emperor Song slowly opened his eyes and looked at the golden-armored man, "Zhuo Qi, take those people from the Black Dragon Society into custody for the time being, but any soldiers who collude with the Black Dragon Society will punish the three clans." ”

The golden-armored man knelt on one knee and clasped his fists with both hands, bowed his head and said loudly: "The last general obeys orders!"

"Go ahead. ”

Emperor Song raised his hand, looking tired, "I am optimistic about Ziwu Guan and those golden barbarians." ”

"The last will retire!"

The golden-armored man answered, got up and nodded to Ah Fu, and strode out of the hall.

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In Ziwu Guanli, Cao Bao and the beautiful woman at this time had just gone through a lot of upside down in the small villa, and at this time they were lying on the bed in disheveled clothes and playing with the divine soldier Xuanjiao.

The beautiful woman couldn't help but feel jealous when she saw Cao Bao's greedy eyes, wrinkled her delicate nose, and said coquettishly: "Hmph! Am I not as good as that broken sword?"

"Hey~ Don't talk nonsense!"

Cao Bao waved his hand to interrupt the beautiful woman, looking proud, "You must know that with the help of this divine weapon, I will be able to defeat the one surnamed Qin, and when the time comes, the seat of the head of the four major staff leaders will be mine!"

After that, the greed in the man's eyes was even stronger.

"What is Qin Wuyang, even that Zhuo Qi can't compare to my husband!"

The beautiful woman knew the ambition of the man in front of her, and her words broke his mind.

Cao Bao laughed when he heard this, and suddenly got up and pinched the beautiful woman's chin and said arrogantly: "Hahaha, this chair of the first guard of Ziwu Pass belongs to me Cao Bao sooner or later!"

Before the words fell, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

I only heard the voice of a man full of temperament enter through the door:

"Okay! Cao Bao, I, Qin Wuyang, want to learn your Mountain-Destroying Palm!"

Hearing this voice, the leopard-faced man on the bed was instantly struck by lightning and almost fell off the bed.

Because the owner of this voice is none other than Qin Wuyang, the fierce general of the four major staff leaders of Ziwu Guan, who has always been regarded as a thorn in his eye!

As the door of the inner room was pushed open, I saw a man wearing silver armor, a lion nose and a wide mouth, dark skin, and holding a plate axe appeared at the door, looking at Cao Bao in the house with cold eyes.

Behind the man, there was also an authentic Iron Eagle Guard soldier holding a spear in Wuyang!