Hearing the man underground say that this was a dungeon, Xiao Chen suddenly realized that if it was a dungeon, it would be reasonable to say why the horse bandit Confucian, a horse sword, wanted to build a dark room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The man underground didn't answer Xiao Chen's words, but learned that Saber Rusheng was dead, and couldn't help laughing wildly: "It's good to die... Ahem.... This bandit died too well, but it will also save the world from a scourge!"

The laughter was accompanied by a violent cough, and it was obvious that he was suffering from internal injuries, and the injuries were not light. After laughing, the man couldn't help but ask, "How did the saber Confucianism die? Did you kill it?"

Xiao Chen didn't answer, but instead looked solemn and shouted, "Who are you? Why are you being imprisoned here by the Saber Confucian Sheng?"

The voice was childlike, so that the people below knew that Xiao Chen was just a teenager, and chuckled: "You are a young man, you are not very old, but you are quite cautious." No wonder you dare to break into the bandits' den even if you are alone...."

"Don't talk nonsense, who are you?" Xiao Chen interrupted the man's words without hesitation, questioned loudly again, and threatened: "If you don't answer, I will immediately turn around and leave, lock up the mechanism, and let you starve to death here! Don't doubt it, the horse bandits in the entire desert ridge have all been killed by me, if I leave, you are in this dungeon, no one knows!"

Xiao Chen's scare scared the people below for a moment, and he stopped talking nonsense, coughed lightly, although his voice was weak, but extremely passionate, proud from the heart, even if Xiao Chen was above, he could hear the pride from the depths of his soul: "You listen well, Zhao Fan, a disciple of Huashan Upper Academy, cough cough.... Speaking of Huashan, how can you, a young man, know?"

Xiao Chen didn't care about his words, but asked in surprise, "Are you from Huashan?"

"Huh?" The person named Zhao Fan exclaimed: "Do you know Huashan?"

"Why don't you know? Uncle Zhang from the Deserted Town School praised Huashan to the sky!" Xiao Chen was unmoved, and didn't care about Zhao Fan's surprise.

"Are you from the deserted town?" Zhao Fan was even more surprised.

"No!" Xiao Chen denied, and then explained: "I'm just practicing martial arts in the Deserted Town Academy. ”

His words made Zhao Fan laugh wildly, a heartfelt laugh: "I built a school in Huashan to give sentient beings a chance to practice martial arts, and I really didn't do anything wrong." My Huashan will not die, the inheritance will not be extinct, although it has been destroyed, but my Huashan exists in the hearts of the people in the world!"

Xiao Chen didn't feel deeply when he heard this, and he didn't even understand it, but he was also a little moved by Zhao Fan's words. In the dark, I seem to feel a spirit that belongs to the people of Huashan who are persistent and dare to be the first for the common people in the world.

But he was only moved for a moment, and soon Xiao Chen questioned again: "As a disciple of the Huashan Upper Court, you must have entered the third-rate realm and practiced internal strength, right?

This questioning made Zhao Fan quite angry, feeling that Xiao Chen was questioning Huashan martial arts, and snorted angrily: "Hmph, how can you understand? Zhao just met a strong enemy, fought hard, exhausted all his strength, fought internal injuries, and killed that strong enemy." The saber Confucian little pony bandit just took advantage of Zhao's oil to run out of fuel and attack and capture Zhao. ”

"If Zhao is strong, then the saber Confucian little horse bandit will definitely be able to kill him with a sword!"

"Hehe..." Xiao Chen laughed when he heard it, not fighting with him, but believing his words. I have to believe that this Zhao Fan's pride can't be concealed, Xiao Chen can smell it even on the ground. Immediately shouted: "Come up, the horse bandits are all dead, you are free!"

"I can't get out...."Zhao Fan took away his aura and said in an urn.

"How come?" Xiao Chen wondered.

"You will know when you come down..."Zhao Fan was a little excited, it seemed that the spirit he just said needed to be made at this moment

It was quite embarrassing to go down to the rescue.

Xiao Chen was puzzled, frowning and thinking, this Zhao Fan should have been locked up, so he immediately rummaged through the torches, found the fire fold and lit the fire, raised the torch and walked down the narrow staircase.

A spiraling staircase leads to a low dark room, where you see a figure bound as if a cross had been bound. Holding the torch closer, staring, Xiao Chen's pupils shrank, and he gasped, frightened by the scene in front of him.

Zhao Fan was bound by iron chains, even his waist was tied by iron chains, and there were many wounds on his body, like centipedes, crawling all over his body, and Xiao Chen's scalp was numb, this must have been used by the saber Confucian to use capital punishment, how could it be like this, and couldn't help asking: "How could the saber Confucian do this to you?"

"Why?" Zhao Fan sneered: "This little horse bandit, sneak attack me, imprison me in this dungeon, and punish me with capital punishment in every way, isn't it to covet my Huashan swordsmanship? Hmph, the little pony bandit also dares to covet my Huashan swordsmanship, even if I Zhao die, I will not let my Huashan swordsmanship fall into the hands of this horse bandit." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Fan also chuckled, as if he didn't care about his injury, and spread his hands and said, "So, next Zhao is as you see...."

Hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but admire this Zhao Fan a little, he was able to endure capital punishment, and he was unyielding, he was a man!

After that, he put the torch on the wall, hurriedly climbed out of the dungeon, rummaged everywhere for the key, and looked for a long time, but did not find the key, so he had no choice but to pick up a big knife and hurried back to the dungeon, embarrassed: "I didn't find the key....."

"It's okay!" Zhao Fan didn't care, but comforted Xiao Chen with a pleasant face: "Little brother is not in a hurry, anyway, I, Zhao, have been here for a long time, so I am not in a hurry." ”

Xiao Chen smiled embarrassedly, Zhao Fan was not in a hurry, but he was in a hurry when he saw that Zhao Fan was covered in wounds and was still hanging. He didn't say anything, sped up the movement in his hand, and slashed at the chain again and again with a big knife.

During this period, Zhao Fan was really not in a hurry, but talked to Xiao Chen with a smile on his face. It seems that he hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and he is suffocated, and after asking Xiao Chen's name, he called Xiao Chen's brother one by one, and he couldn't be kind.

Xiao Chen also knew why Zhao Fan was so kind to him, in addition to the fact that he saved Zhao Fan, the biggest reason was probably that he was an apprentice in the Deserted Town Academy. The school was originally built by Huashan and was used to select Huashan disciples.

From a certain point of view, the apprentices of the academy are really their own family members with Huashan. This Zhao Fan is the person who regards Xiao Chen as his Huashan, so he will be like this. Otherwise, Xiao Chen didn't believe it, a man with iron bones was sentenced to death and didn't say a word, such a person would be so easy to deal with.