"Oh no, Your Majesty, the door of the death row is locked, and the prison guards outside have no keys!" Someone whispered, his face serious.

Zhou Jian stepped forward and looked ugly. The lock was made of special weight, weighing dozens of kilograms, and it was almost a dream to break violently.

He looked around and was a little anxious. The next team of patrolers arrived immediately and he had to go in immediately, otherwise the action would be exposed.

Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Yang Wei, an unscrupulous Taoist who was sticking out his butt and wearing a night-slide clothes, like a thief in Jiangyang: "You should have a way, right?"

Yang Wei showed his yellow teeth and smiled: "Your Majesty, you are so accurate in your opinion."

Bang!

Zhou Jian slapped him directly on the back of the head, almost slapped him out: "Then don't you say it earlier!"

Yang Wei covered his head, grinned in pain, and said angrily: "Aren't I waiting for His Majesty to ask?"

Zhou Jian glared at him coldly. At this time, he didn't want to be alone, and Yang Wei didn't dare to stop. He took out two silver threads from his hand like a magic trick.

It was neither hard nor soft, and the silver wire penetrated into the keyhole. As Yang Wei flicked it a few times, with a click, the huge iron chain fell to the ground with a bang.

This scene was stunned by all the Qingtian Guards present, including Ku Lao, who were dumbfounded!

This Taoist priest was really a thief in the past, right?

"Hehe, basic operation, don't be shocked by everyone. You only saw the scenery when I unlocked the lock, but you didn't see me feeling embarrassed by being chased and chopped." He looked so mean and looked extremely coquettish.

puff......

Guanyin maid was amused by him, and Zhou Jian looked at him speechlessly. Yang Wei was afraid of being slapped again, so he immediately took the initiative to push open the gate of the death penalty.

"Wait!" Zhou Jian's ears suddenly moved slightly and he shouted suddenly.

Everyone was shocked: "What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

Zhou Jian looked at the back of the door tightly: "Be careful, there are people inside!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Can you hear this? This gate is at least half a meter thick.

Zhou Jian then gave another wink, and then the Qingtian Guards took out daggers, bowed their bodies, and looked solemn, like a lion about to fight against a rabbit.

Crack...

The door was quickly pushed open a gap, and the Blue Sky Guard turned into a afterimage and poured into it directly.

Puff puff puff...

The muffled groans sounded, weak and inaudible, and could not attract the attention of the huge dead prison patrol team. Red blood flowed out of the crack of the door.

A Qingtian Guard slowly closed the gate of the death row, the door closed, and the last ray of moonlight was isolated, and it also officially represented that the rescue operation began!!

When Zhou Jian officially entered the death row, he realized that those who were guarding the gate were not jailers at all, but masters from the martial arts world.

"Your Majesty, you are from the Haitang Society!" Mr. Ku raised a weak torch.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jian looked at the corpse under his feet and smiled coldly, and felt more confident that Pei Beiyin was definitely here: "It's great, the more people, the better, just let me catch them all!"
Chapter completed!