The temperature in the ground is surprisingly high.

Several people stood and confronted each other, and most of the clothes on their backs were already wet.

A fierce look flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes, and he raised his hand and sent Zhu Guo to his mouth.

"Take you back, I'm sure the hall master won't blame us....."

He smiled suspiciously, at this moment, he was in danger, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

If he was an Internet addict teenager who stayed up all night for seven days in a row and had no face, then at this moment, he is a doping sprinter. With a little effort, it can shoot out like an arrow off the string.

Zhao Ping swept away the previous decline, and the whole person looked radiant and radiant.

Seeing him act like this, Fan Cong also swallowed Zhu Guo into his stomach and stood with Zhao Ping with a cold expression.

Time seems to stand still.

A few drops of sweat oozed from Zhang Shanfeng's forehead, I don't know if it was because the temperature was too high or because the pressure released by the other two was too much.

He glanced at Liu Xuanchou next to him and found that the latter looked as usual and did not have a trace of panic.

He relaxed a little.

took a posture and looked at Zhao Ping and Fan Cong coldly.

"New here?" Zhao Ping stood with his hands in his hands, not in a hurry to make a move, but looked up and down at Liu Xuanchou, who had an extraordinary bearing.

"A savage like Zhang Shanfeng, what good fate can you have with him, it is better to join our Bloodthirsty Hall and ensure that your strength will increase greatly. He said.

At this moment, Zhao Ping unexpectedly recruited An.

Fan Cong nodded secretly, thinking that this impulsive kid was not useless.

What is the most important thing in 'Prison Dragon'?

Food and manpower.

Of course, the Bloodthirsty Hall is very short of manpower.

Every year, there are hundreds or thousands of underground struggles, and each time, it means that many people die.

Unlike other prisons where murderers and rapists are supervised, there may be no new inmates for a year or two, or even more than ten years.

Therefore, this is also the reason why Zhao Ping wanted to win over Liu Xuanchou.

For the Bloodthirsty Hall, those who can enter the dragon prison are extremely rare masters, who can increase the number of people, expand the sphere of influence, and strengthen the survival bargaining chips.

Who wouldn't be happy?

This is a credit, enough to offset their sin of stealing and eating the vermilion fruit without permission.

"I'm also very strong right now...... I don't think there's any need to join you....." Liu Xuanchou said lightly.

The fluttering words are not emotional.

Zhao Ping and Fan Cong glanced at each other, and they both saw the different colors under each other's eyes.

No one thinks he's rampant, and they don't laugh at him because of his words.

That's how they came over.

Once, they all thought that they were the most outstanding talents of their generation. They are conceited and have everything in their eyes, but when they get here, they realize that their previous knowledge of the world is too ridiculous.....

They have been reduced to marginal figures, and they have become the shrimp soldiers and crab generals they once despised the most.

"That's a funny guy. Zhao Ping smiled slightly, pointed at Liu Xuanchou, and motioned for Fan Cong to be dealt with by him.

"Come on, let me see if you have conceited capital. ”

He lazily put his hands behind his head and squinted at Liu Xuanchou.

"You two go up together. Liu Xuanchou turned around and walked towards the vine on the wall.

The crimson vines clung to the cracked rock wall, and there were eight crystal clear vermilion fruits left on it.

He looked the thumb-sized fruit up and down, wondering why there was such a strange thing in the world.

If the vermilion fruit from the ground is brought to the ground, then how many ordinary people can improve their physique as a result.

Such a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people is just for some extremely vicious criminals to enjoy.

It's really puzzling.

Just as he was thinking about it, two strong winds came from behind him.

It turned out that Zhao Ping and Fan Cong saw him with such a contemptuous gesture, and they were so angry that they rushed up hand in hand.

The two were exhausted and hungry, but after eating a vermilion fruit, their physical strength and state returned to their heyday.

Liu Xuanchou still had his back to them, and his attention was all focused on the fruit.

Zhang Shanfeng, who was not far away, sighed secretly in his heart, over the years, many young people who looked directly at the enemy had ended up with no corpses because of such a light enemy.

He knew too well the effect of Zhu Guo.

At this moment, his two fellow disciples and brothers are already at their peak, even if they are in their heyday, they dare not be careless.

He thought he wouldn't be a lone wolf.

Here, a person who has been intriguing and fighting for too long is basically unable to speak.

He really wanted someone to talk to.

But it was too late.

At this distance, he is also helpless.

Seeing that the powerful fists of the two were about to smash on the back of Liu Xuanchou's head, a look of horror flashed in the corner of Zhao Ping's eyes, he suddenly woke up and roared angrily: "Be careful." ”

Compared with Fan Cong, Zhao Ping is much more delicate, although many people call his character cowardly.

He sensed a hint of a dangerous smell.

This smell, he had only felt in the sick dragon.

Zhao Ping has reminded in time that the two have been getting along for many years, and they have a tacit understanding, Fan Cong immediately retracted his fists and wanted to roll away after hearing his roar.

However, it was too late.

Liu Xuanchou's movements were too fast.

Turn around.

Punch out.

Flowing water, all in one go.

It's just such a simple punch, but it seems to be a peerless martial art.

The slender palm passed directly through Fan Cong's chest.

Warm blood flowed.

Bit.

Frozen on Zhao Ping's frightened face.

Fan Cong, his senior brother.

He was killed by a young man with just one move.....

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Ping trembled his hands, the person who could defeat them with one move, except for a big man like Sun Guangling, no one could do it so easily.

He had also seen Sun Guangling make a move, and it was just as fast, just as clean.

The only difference is probably that the movements of the young man in front of him will be more freehand than Sun Guangling.

"As I said, I don't need to join your forces because of my strength. Therefore, there is no need for you to exist......." Liu Xuanchou chuckled twice, took three steps and did two steps, and instantly appeared in front of the frightened Zhao Ping.

The faces of the two people are so close that as long as they probe slightly, they are afraid that they can kiss each other's lips.

Zhao Ping's pupils dilated, his lips pursed lightly, and he whimpered twice, but Ren didn't say anything, and fell down.

On his chest, too, a dark hole appeared, above which was erosive red flesh and blood bubbles that kept coming out.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, habitually trying to find water to wash his hands.

It took him a while before he realized that there was not even a shadow of a drop of water in the depths of the earth.

No, perhaps.

He thought about it, his eyes lit up, and his eyes fell on the few vermilion fruits on the vines.