It's a dark room, and it's an impregnable dark room.

Qian Bufeng has been here for a long time.

He silently calculated the time himself, and it had been three full days.

In the past three days, no one came.

Therefore, Qian Bufeng has not spoken to anyone for three days.

He is here alone, in addition to cultivating, he is practicing the body and techniques on the "Secret Technique of Shuzhong", and he also studies whether the bomb generation system still has a hidden function.

And as soon as he had done these things, when he was free, he would go around in circles in this not very large dark room, trying to see if there was a chance to get out.

However, the result is obvious, this dark room does not know what it is made of, it seems that water and fire are invulnerable, whether there is a mechanism, money is not good, and it is not clear.

In another room, Lan Baba and Zuo Qingcang sat opposite each other, and on the table between them, there was a huge crystal ball.

And the picture shown on this crystal ball is the picture in the dark room where Qian Bufeng is.

At this moment, Qian Bufeng is lying in the middle of the dark room, sleeping with his legs crossed and his eyes closed!

Zuo Qingcang looked at the crystal ball, frowned, and said, "President, this kid seems to treat us as a sanatorium! ”

"It's a good day!"

Lan Baba also nodded thoughtfully, and said, "It seems that he also knows that we are watching him, so he will not do any activities related to the bomb." ”

"It's not a way to go on like this!"

Zuo Qingcang thought for a while and said, "It's better to let him go first, and then send someone to follow him secretly!"

"As long as we keep his range of movement in the Nightmare, his every move will not escape our sight. ”

Lan Baba pondered for a moment and said, "Then find a chance to release him, be careful, don't let him go too easily." ”

Zuo Qingcang nodded: "Don't worry, President, I'll do it now." ”

......

So, on the fourth day, Qian Bufeng knocked on the east and west, and found that a wall was hollow.

After discovering this situation, he was slightly happy in his heart, and then he used his aura to tentatively slam the wall with a palm.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, there was a crack cracked, and then a long-lost ray of sunlight came in and shone on Qian Bufeng's slightly happy face.

"Looks like this is a breakthrough!"

Thinking like this, Qian Bufeng used his aura again, and slapped it again in the same place.

Bang click!

There was a series of noises, and he punched a man-sized hole in the wall.

Woo whoa!

At this moment, a rapid siren sounded, and then someone was heard shouting: "Someone run! Someone flees!

The chaotic shouts were mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

Qian Bufeng chuckled twice and said, "Master, let's go!"

Then he shrank and slipped through the hole, and disappeared in a few flickeres.

Zuo Qingcang led a team of men and horses, pretending to chase for a while, and then shouted and ordered everyone to stop: "Don't chase!"

After speaking, he looked at the direction of Qian Bufeng's escape, and said gloomily: "Qian Bufeng, you can't escape from our Wuzhi Mountain." ”

Let's say that Qian Bufeng escaped from the Pentagon where the Wizards' Guild is located, and then before he had time to appreciate the scenery of the world-famous Night Demon Capital, he turned a street corner, and suddenly his eyes were dark, and he was caught in a sack.

Just when Qian Bufeng was confused, he only heard a sharp voice with a little smugness: "Hehe, I caught another immortal cultivation piglet!" Although the strength of the nine-fold quenching body is a little low, how can you exchange it for 180,000 gold coins in the Colosseum!"

Qian Bufeng wanted to break free, but when he heard the words "Colosseum", he suddenly became interested, and said secretly: "Colosseum, this is a good place!"

So he simply closed his eyes in the sack and let his men take him to the Colosseum.

After about twenty minutes of bumpy rides, Qian Bufeng, who was in a sack, was suddenly put on the ground.

He heard heavy footsteps, as if someone was approaching, and he was poured straight out of the sack like an object.

The man also raised his foot and kicked Qian Bufeng twice, and said rudely: "Are you dead?!

Qian Bufeng sneered twice in his heart, but he made a dazed look on his face, and said in a panic: "Who are you?!What kind of place is this?!Why did you bring me here?!"

The man who had just kicked Qian Bufeng was a thin man in black, and he laughed twice and said, "Hehe, it's your bad luck to meet my pig boy Kun today! This Moteng Colosseum in the capital is a hellish place for all the immortal piglets!"

Qian Bufeng still looked dazed and said: "Cultivating Immortal Piglets?!What is Cultivating Immortal Piglets?!"

Pig Zikun opened his mouth and wanted to say more, but was interrupted by an impatient wave of his hand from a black-faced man wearing a black iron armor and a mask, and said: "Hurry up, this Xiuxian piglet, nine-fold quenching body, worth 80,000 gold coins, is it for sale?!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zikun no longer looked at Qian Bufeng, turned his head with a sycophantic smile, and said: "Lord Hei, you see that I am also an old customer of the Moteng Colosseum, can this price be ......?"

The black-faced man said impatiently: "Eighty-three thousand at most!"

Zhu Zikun grinned happily and said, "Eighty-three thousand, deal!"

Then he took the money and walked out of the Colosseum with a smile on his face, and walked quickly towards the gambling stall on the opposite street with an impatient face.

Let's say that after the black-faced man gave the money to Zhu Zikun, he turned his palm and took out a pair of black iron handcuffs to hold Qian Bufeng, and then hung a yellow sign with the number "101" written on his neck.

Then he said: "Come on, bring the No. 101 pig down, and arrange for him to appear tonight!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men in black walked over quickly, and then pushed Qian Bufeng and went straight to a dark and damp dungeon.

Then one person opened the door lock, and the other person pushed Qian Bufeng in heavily, saying, "Go in and stay!"

After entering this cell, Qian Bufeng looked around at the people, and then found that there were at least fifty or sixty people here besides him!

The fifty or sixty men were dressed in dirty and torn clothes, had handcuffs on their hands, and wore a yellow card with a specific number on their necks.

Through the dim light, Qian Bufeng found that their eyes were blank, their expressions were dull, and they looked loveless and lifeless, like a pig that knew that he was about to be killed.

No, maybe not even a pig.

The pig knew that he was going to be killed, and he screamed desperately.

But these people, Qian Bufeng believes, even if they hold a knife on their necks, they are afraid that they will not even blink their eyes.

Looking at such a strange situation, Qian Bufeng's brows furrowed tightly, he cleared his throat, and said, "Is there anyone who is not dead to tell me, what kind of place is this?

Qian Bufeng thought that these lifeless people would not answer his question, but he didn't expect that after a while, a slightly old voice sounded: "It's a pity to be caught here at such a young age, it's a pity ......"