"Master Ji, please."

Tong Guan is now a small flag, wearing a blue bullfighting uniform and carrying a waist knife.

Although this boy is not very old, he often follows Ji Yuan.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also gained a bit of fierce momentum.

"Have you broken the barrier of submission?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Tong Guan who was walking in front.

His sharp eyes flickered twice, as if he had a piercing eye, seeing through the opponent's muscles, bones, and skin.

"Sir, you really have a sharp eye. I got a Leopard Fetus Shengjin Pill from Li Xiaoqi.

After several days of polishing Qi and blood, I finally made myself perfect both internally and externally, and entered the state of being convinced."

Tong Guan turned around respectfully and answered truthfully.

"Among the small banners in Beizhen Fusi, you are the most progressive.

After their salaries were paid, most of them went to brothels and restaurants."

Ji Yuan nodded, with approval in his eyes:

"You usually practice diligently, and you also know how to use your money in the right way and devote yourself to martial arts.

Let's do this. Later, with my waist badge, you can go to the arsenal to get a book of superior martial arts.

Get three more bottles of marching pills and take them every day to lay a solid foundation.

If there is anything you don’t understand, you can ask more questions.”

When Tong Guan heard this, his heart was shocked, as if he couldn't believe it.

Then he realized that he couldn't hide his surprise, and he immediately cupped his fists and said:

"Thank you for your cultivation! I will never forget the kindness you have given me!"

Ji Yuan waved his hand, signaling to continue leading the way.

His actions were not intentional to win over people's hearts.

I just want to help subordinates who are ambitious and want to make progress.

Practicing martial arts, these four words are simple to say.

It is not easy to persist for many years.

Especially people with mediocre talents, even if they work day and night, exercise their muscles and bones, and stretch their skin.

Working hard on one's own internal and external aspects may not necessarily lead to much progress.

In the end, I became disheartened and naturally gave up.

Choose to seek temporary joyful indulgence and indulge in wine and sex.

"Tong Guan and Li Yan both have perseverance in martial arts. As for Pei Silang, his talent is not in this area. He is good at making friends and has a wide network of contacts..."

The subordinates selected by Ji Yuan are all considered to be of average qualifications, and each has his or her own merits.

According to the classification of the martial arts hall, it should be said that it is above ordinary people and not yet full of talents.

It is enough for running errands.

"I've seen Ji Qianhu..."

Ji Yuan clasped his hands behind his back, and the red python robe was extremely eye-catching.

Wherever he passed, the general flag retreated and bowed, and hundreds of households bowed their heads and handed over their hands.

They are all respectful and cautious.

This made Tong Guan, who was leading the way, feel a surge of excitement.

Who doesn’t want to be a real man who doesn’t want to be in power, control life and death, and stand above thousands of people!

Lord Ji has not yet reached the crown, but he has already been worshiped by thousands of households, and has broken through the third level of blood exchange.

The many Tiqi and small flags in Fusi, Beizhen, were respectful, fearful, surprised and envious of this.

Especially those who do not have a good background or good family background, they regard him and Zong Pingnan as role models.

Invisibly, Ji Yuan accumulated a lot of prestige and momentum.

"Master Ji, the prison sentence has arrived."

Tong Guan turned sideways and stopped at the door of Fusi's prison in Beizhen.

"Is this the 'imperial prison' that people are told they would rather die than go to?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked up at the ten-foot-high gate made of fine steel.

There are three fences tightly surrounding it, and there are still heavy gates weighing ten thousand kilograms that have not fallen down.

Armored soldiers with strong swords, dense arrow stacks, and several divine arm crossbows capable of killing third-level heavenly warriors.

If it were any other place, it would be fully worthy of being well-defended and difficult to break into.

But this is the prison of Fusi in Beizhen.

Imprison many remnants of the world, corrupt officials, and rebels.

It is said that there are also several master-level left-handed demons. Because they are useful to the imperial court, they have not been punished in canonical terms and have been suppressed here for more than ten years.

"With these dragon-breaking gates and fine iron fences, who can be trapped?

I am now changing my blood to the third level, and I think it will be no problem to break through the levels.

If you switch to the fourth level of heaven and become a warrior of superior Zhengang, you will probably be able to get in and out a lot!

I guess these are all a cover-up to deceive others.

The real powerful method lies within the cave."

Ji Yuan's mind turned, he passed through the heavy gate, walked to the end of the narrow corridor, and took out the Qianhu waist badge hanging on his waist.

This thing is slightly cold in the hand, as if it were made of gold and iron, and it stimulates Qi and blood, like a gurgling stream pouring into it.

There was a subtle "buzz" sound, and the surface of the waistband glowed with a clear light.

A burst of illusory smoke suddenly shot out, as if a Taoist priest was drawing talismans in the air, outlining a mysterious trajectory.

Just like entering the Dragon Falling Cave in Huangliang County before, when the "key" is twisted, the deep void seems to open a door.

"Just wait here."

Ji Yuan took a step forward, as if crossing two realms, from the Yang world to the underworld.

The endless ink color spreads out in front of my eyes, blinding the five senses and confusing the spirit.

Then, the scene changed drastically!

The damp, cold breath hits my face.

"This is... a prison sentence?"

Ji Yuan's eyes were fixed and he saw streaks of fire lighting up.

They were torches inserted into the four walls, making a subtle "crackling" sound.

"Are you a gentleman from Qianhu? May I ask if you have any banned magic weapons or warrants from the Yamen?"

An old voice suddenly sounded, and a rickety figure emerged.

His skin was chicken-skinned and his hair was white, and he was as shriveled as a dead old tree.

And like a candle in the wind, it will be extinguished at any time.

However, when Ji Yuan's eyes passed over the decaying body, he felt an extremely terrifying fluctuation of energy and blood.

It is as if the vast ocean is hidden under the body, enough to shake the mountains and flatten the dangerous peaks!

"The Fourth Heavenly Perfection... is extremely close to the Grandmaster! This level alone is enough to stop the vast majority of people who want to rob prisons!"

Ji Yuan's eyes narrowed and he cupped his hands and replied:

"The magic weapon is here, and the warrant is also here. Please take a look."

With a flip of his right palm, Cheng Qianli's sealed order and a magical weapon that looked like a round medicine pestle appeared.

A casual glance at the old man's figure made his judgment clear.

The biting coldness that originally felt like a gleam on the back suddenly dissipated.

The tone is slow, word by word:

"Taoist Baishu is imprisoned in Cell No. 7 on the third floor of the imperial prison. Thousands of households can pick it up themselves."

Following the words, the old man gradually walked out of the dark corner. He was dressed in a coarse linen robe and had the word "Prison" written in big letters on his chest.

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"I didn't expect that there is such a person in Fusi, Beizhen...a half-step master who is willing to stay in the imperial prison and be a prisoner..."
To be continued...