Zhang Heng's words were like a fuse, completely igniting Lin Feng's anger.

Shout!

Lin Feng immediately stood up from his seat.

Prosperity!

Due to the hard feet, the floor tiles are cracked.

This is why Lin Feng is angry.

Sou!

In an instant, Lin Feng was like a gust of wind, rushing towards him.

The hand flashed out like lightning, and before Zhiheng could react, the eagle grabbed the neck of the chicken, and before Zhiheng, he grabbed the whole person.

"You, tell me something!"

Lin Feng's eyes were red, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and he chose to bite again.

At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty beast.

The whole person, completely insane!

The previous constant was Meng.

He never thought that his words would make Lin Feng react like this.

What did he say wrong?

At this time, Zhang Heng was strangled to death by Lin Feng and wanted to resist, but Yuan Li just got up and was suppressed by Lin Feng.

Zhang Heng's face gradually turned red.

"Ping... Ping Laos, preserved ...... Help me!"

Zhang Heng asked the old man for help.

And the old man also reacted at this time, his face changed greatly, and he shouted sternly: "Lin Feng, put down the little prince! If not, don't blame the old crockpot." ”

However, Lin Feng didn't seem to hear the old man's words, and he didn't notice the old man.

"Remember, he's not a useless slave!"

Lin Feng's eyes were red, enchanting and evil, and said.

Now, whether it was catching up with Luo Zhan and Chen Shaoshuai, or the old man before and before, he finally understood why Lin Feng was so excited.

It turned out that Lin Feng only learned the name of "slave" because Zhang Heng went to the prison fighting ground.

"Lin Feng, I don't care what the relationship between that slave and you is...... But if you do something to the little master, this slave will die!"

The old man's cold voice threatened.

"You, what?!"

Lin Feng slowly turned his head to look at the old man.

The old man was shrouded by Lin Feng's murderous intent, and he only felt a chill.

He couldn't imagine.

How could someone so young have such a terrible idea?

But he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I say, if you don't let go of the little prince, this slave will die!"

"Little gold!

Lin Feng drank fiercely. "I want him dead!"

I want him dead!

Lin Feng's voice, undisguised, clearly spread throughout the battlefield of the prison.

It caught everyone's eye.

Then, when everyone went to the scene, they saw a golden light swept out and slashed with a delicate sword......

The next moment.

The throat of the old man who had just lifted his chin was cleft.

Sharp blood, squirting.

It splashed on Zhang Heng's face. Static..

Still dead.

There was silence on such a large prison battlefield.

All eyes are on the same place, the auditorium to the south.

There, an old man collapsed in a pool of blood, silent.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?

A lot of people don't know what's going on.

Only a handful of viewers in the South knew what was going on.

The golden figure slowly fell down and landed on Lin Feng's shoulder.

It turned out to be a golden mouse!

Now, the little golden rat was holding a spirit sword in his pocket, and a drop of blood dripped from it, dazzling.

Shhh

...

A group of people in the South Auditorium gasped.

Was it this little golden mouse that killed the old man?

Before that, they had already seen Luo Zhan, the mad son sitting in front of the audience, fighting with the old man who was killed.

At that time, the old man showed "voyeurism" behavior.

At that time, they knew that the old man was a "winner's palace".

The young man in gold standing next to the old man was the little prince of the Sheng Palace, "Zhang Heng".

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly shot and grabbed the neck of the previous Zhiheng, who was about to lift the scene before, and had already made them wait for a while.

Later, they learned that Lin Feng had been shot because of the slave who had died in the constant insults before.

Moreover, looking at Lin Feng's gaffe now, the slave relationship is obvious and he is not shallow.

The most incredible thing for them was to win the death of the old man.

Lin Feng suddenly drank.

Then the old man died.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"How terrible! I don't see how many ancient giants were forming in the void at the moment of its impact......"

"He was walking so fast that I couldn't see it clearly. ”

"I didn't know such a harmless little snice could have such terrifying powers. ”

"This little snice is obviously a powerful monster! it may even be a monster in the void!"

...

To the south of the auditorium, a stone caused a thousand waves and caused an uproar.

And about a "virtual monster" around Lin Feng, it also spread and spread all over the prison.

For a moment, most people looked at Lin Feng in awe.

"You...... You...... How dare you kill the old ......"

The hoarse voice came from the mouth of Zhang Heng, who was choked by Lin Feng's throat.

"If you dare to say a word again, I'll kill you!"

Lin Feng's pair of bright red eyes stared at Zhang Heng, making Zhang Heng honestly shut his mouth, and his face was a little scared.

At this time, Lin Feng's hair, which was tied with long strands, had broken at some point.

Long hair is flowing and still.

People stand there, giving others an invisible sense of oppression.

"Trash!"

Lin Feng looked at Zhang Zhiheng and spit out two words disdainfully.

Then, Zhang Heng stretched out a strong hand.

Prosperity!

Zhang Heng fell to the ground like a dog.

"You...... You !!!!"

Zhang Heng struggled to stand up, his eyes red with anger, but he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly walked up from the air and left the audience.

I don't know where.

Lin Feng didn't bother to talk to him, took the little golden mouse, and walked towards the "prison battlefield" step by step.

At this moment, most people's eyes were focused on Lin Feng's body, moving with Lin Feng step by step......

Lin Feng seemed to have fallen into a demon.

"Follow me!

Luo Zhan and Chen Shaoshuai looked at each other, a little worried.

After a while, Lin Feng came to the big cage outside the prison.

"Turn it on!

Lin Feng watched coldly, and the staff not far away was responsible for opening the cage.

However, although the staff was afraid of Lin Feng, they did not dare to move.

Because he knew that if he opened the cage without permission, he would be punished in prison.

"Little gold!

Lin Feng's face sank slightly, and he took a cold sip.

This cold drink cheered up the cellmate and faced a huge change.

Just now, before the old man who won the palace's mansion died, Lin Feng called this 'name'.

He was in charge of opening the cage on the south side of the auditorium and he could see what was happening.

Yo!

The mouse on Lin Feng's shoulder moved.

A sharp sword flashed, and the little golden mouse stopped.

And the iron cage was in front of Lin Feng, and a 'door' was cut open, which could accommodate Lin Feng in and out.

The iron cage that surrounds the prison arena, although it is made of "thousand-year-old black iron", can imprison witches and monsters that have no spirit weapons to peek into the virtual world.

But once they enter the virtual realm of martial arts, the demon beast will use elves, like an iron cage made of "thousand-year-old black iron" that can be destroyed.

In the quiet prison fight scene, only Lin Feng's footsteps could be heard at this moment.

With heavy steps, he walked into the brawl of the prison step by step.

On the battlefield of the prison, the disheveled slave's eyes fell on Lin Feng's body.

His disheveled face, though a little dirty, made it difficult to hide his courage.

The slave stood there with a trace of the unusual.

This slave of the "Yuan Doll Country Sevenfold" is obviously from an extraordinary background.

Finally, the slave spoke.

"Verse...... Lin Brothers Feng. ”

The slave's voice was hoarse and agitated.

"Brother Zheng's song!

Lin Feng stepped forward, opened his hands, and hugged the slave tightly, with a pair of red eyes.

Chen Dong!

That's right.

Now standing in front of Lin Feng was a slave, not someone else.

It turned out to be the son of the former seven-star Jianzong Kaiyang Sealing Lord 'Zheng Fan', and he had a good relationship with Lin Feng's inner disciple 'Zheng Song'!

“... Good, good. ”

Zheng Song hugged Lin Feng tightly, his body trembling violently, and he was excited.

"Zheng Song, you're not dead, you're not dead!"

Lin Feng's voice was full of excitement.

At this time, following Luo Zhan and Chen Shaoshuai, they probably guessed Zheng Song's identity.

Lin Feng can be called a "brother", and Ten ** is the apprentice of the former seven-star swordsman.

Moreover, looking at the temperament of this 'Zheng Song', it is obviously extraordinary.

"That slave, is it called Senior Brother Lin Feng?"

"Lin Feng, call him senior?"

At this time, some of the audience were more advanced viewers and heard the conversation between Lin Feng and Zheng Song.

"No wonder Lin Feng is so angry, it turns out that the slave is his senior brother!"

"It seems that this slave is a disciple of the former seven-star swordsman. ”

...

Soon, many people guessed Zheng Song's origin.

"Zheng Song, go ahead, I'll take you to find a place to change your clothes. ”

Lin Feng grabbed Zheng Song's hand and wanted to take him away.

Zheng Song, the son of Kaiyang Fenghou 'Zheng Fan'.

I've helped him a lot in the past.

Zheng Fan likes to give him a lot of help, and also protects him when the Seven Star Sword destroys him.

This friendship he will never forget.

Today, he was very excited to see that Zheng Song was not dead.

"Brother Lin, Feng... I...... I'm just a slave now. ”

Zheng Song had a bitter look on his face, and said slowly: "This dungeon battle field is an industry under the name of the Holy King's Palace, and the royal relationship of Emperor Qinglin is inextricably linked...... You, don't defeat the palace for me. ”

"I just pleaded guilty...... Never mind. ”

Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders, with a look of concern, pulled Zheng Song to turn around, and prepared to leave.

"Knot! Oh my!"

Finally, in the sky above the prison fighting field, the old man who was in charge of the prison fighting woke up and stopped Lin Feng.

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the old man with a calm gaze. "Senior brother, this is my senior brother, a disciple of the Seven Star Sword Sect...... Today, I'm going to take him away, shouldn't you stop him?"

"Shameless!

The old man drank coldly: "Lin Feng, when are you where is our prison battlefield? I don't care what he was like before, but since he is a slave in our prison, he is a prisoner in the prison, a ghost in the prison!"

"Just now, you killed us and won the worship of the palace, we won the palace, someone said to you...... But now you want to take my prisoner's slaves, but there is no way!"

Between the old man's words, Yuan Li's body raged.

The terrible momentum was swept away.

Wow!!!!

Above the old man's head, two huge figures merged in the void and meandered down.

It is the shadow of a two-headed ancient ceratosaurus.

"Invalid!

Immediately afterwards, Luo Zhan and Chen Shaoshuai came in behind Lin Feng, and their faces changed.

They don't think.

The old man in charge of the prisoner fight has such terrible power.

Seeing the nine layers of the imaginary world and entering the first floor of the imaginary world is just one step away.

In power, it's a different world!

Entering the emptiness onefold, compared with the 'peeping emptiness ninefold', except for the qualitative change in the body's force, it is 100% comprehended 'artistic conception'.

Artistic conception is the extension and transformation of potential, not the comparison of potential.

Even the highest level of 'divine power', 'divine power', is comparable to the divine power of two thousand elephants in ancient times......

Even the lowest level of "artistic conception", that is, "heavy artistic conception", is even more powerful than the ancient horn-nosed dragon!

The power of the ceratosaurus is equivalent to the strength of 10,000 ancient giant elephants!

An artistic conception is several times stronger than a subtle artistic conception.

In prison, the atmosphere is tense and tense.

"Lin Feng, you go...... Now you are not one of those who fought with prisoners, nor one of those who fought with kings. ”

Zheng Song said with a wry smile.

As much as he wanted to leave, even though he was so keen to get out of his current life.

But if this would hurt Lin Feng.

He prefers to maintain the status quo.

"Zheng Song, today, no matter what, I will take you away...... Whoever you are, don't try to stop me! Stop me, die. ”

Lin Feng's eyes froze, and his voice froze.

Lin Feng's voice was not small, and it fell on someone's ear.

This domineering sentence made many people's blood boil......

This is the real Iron Man!

Gan brave clouds!

But at that moment, the old man in the boxing ring had not yet had a chance to speak.

"What a big breath!"

A cold drink, full of anger, fell from the sky.

The eyes of everyone present were fixed on the voice for a moment.

There were two people walking into the air.

An old man in gray and a young man in blue.

It's just that cold snort, the voice is very old, obviously from the old man in gray.

"Supervisor!

The old man in gray appeared and the old man in charge of wrestling with the prisoners bowed respectfully.

Housekeeper?

Suddenly, the brawl around the prison was bustling with people.

"Is he the prison steward?"

"I've never seen him before...... To my surprise, he came in person today. ”

...

A group of people are talking.

Lin Feng raised his head, looked at the old man's gray with a faint face, and then didn't bother to pay attention, took Zheng Song, and walked out.

This scene made the scene terrifying.

This Lin Feng, after the prison steward appeared, did he dare to go his own way?

Is he really afraid of death?

"Shameless!

At this time, the golden-clothed young man in gray clothes beside the old man overlooked Lin Feng and drank it all, "Lin Feng, you really want to."

"And the relationship between the royal family and our winning the palace is closely linked!" Whoever knows, leave this slave and kneel on my head ten times, maybe I will spare your life!"

Jin Yi's youth was only choked by Lin Feng 'Zhang Heng'.

Also the little prince in the palace of victory.

"Ten heads?"

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the young man, as if he was confirming.

"Yes, ten... If you don't knock these ten heads, I'll let you die!"

Zhang Heng stood beside the old man in gray clothes, that is, the captain of the fight in the prison, while pretending to be a tiger.