The huge cold grotto houses all the prisoners in the huge Southern Capital City and surrounding areas.
These include some workers who disobey orders, as well as some sworn enemies of the masters in charge of the city.
There are also some close friends who once followed Lu Fan.
During the snowstorm, I saw the prison city in the distance.
Along the way, groups of monks appeared to check their identities.
Ancient times merge with modern society.
These monks also gave up the decayed and inconvenient ancient robes of the past.
Instead, they prefer leather coats, leather gloves, and black boots that have the same imposing appearance and are easy to wear.
They wear different military caps with different badges on them, symbolizing different responsibilities.
Gray represents supervision.
Yellow represents the patrol.
White represents the escort.
Gold represents top management.
Black represents the cold-walking prison administrators.
Different badges, paired with different epaulettes.
From one star to five stars symbolize different realms, status and management positions.
One star, Grandmaster.
Two stars, the strongest.
Three stars, sir.
Four stars, half a step innate.
The five dragon heads are the supreme existence of this city.
He is also the real master of this city.
Rumor has it that there were originally eight of them, but after fighting against the demonic invasion for two years, there are now less than five left.
Of course, ordinary people number in the tens of millions, and the largest group of people are naked and living in dire straits.
In front of him were dozens of people wearing black military caps with black badges and carrying one or two black stars on their shoulders. They were all prison administrators.
The highest strength lies in the strongest.
They carefully checked the escort's documents before letting them pass.
Throughout the world, the old order has been destroyed.
A new order has been established.
It's just that these people didn't notice at all the two figures that had been hidden in the snowstorm.
After passing through many checkpoints, the leader of the team asked his men to wait outside, then he cleaned off the snow on his body, adjusted his clothes and hat brim, and gently knocked on a cold black iron door.
The iron door opened, and a middle-aged man appeared with three black stars on his shoulders.
The peak of the venerable.
Seeing the man, the leader of the team immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Captain of the 139th Border Guard Guards, solemnly, if you have any information, please report to Deputy Warden Lu!"
He took out his ID and handed it to the man.
The man just glanced at it, and a green light flashed in his eyes.
Then let Yan Zheng go in.
"What kind of mentality is this?"
Lu Fan was a little curious when he saw this.
Along the way, he discovered that these border patrol monks all practiced the most powerful and powerful martial arts of fierce fire.
Once this kind of martial arts is practiced, one can temper one's body and be able to withstand the wind and cold from the outside extremely well. It is also extremely explosive and does not require the preparation of secret formulas before one can directly display the strongest martial arts.
Moreover, the physical body has been tempered and has full explosive power.
It is best for people like them who walk outdoors all year round and are exposed to wind and snow.
But when it comes to the prison area, it becomes completely different.
All the monks who guard the prison have pale faces and frail bodies, and their eyes have a sinister aura that makes them feel very uncomfortable when they look at them.
It's like being able to directly see through the other person's soul.
And as the level of strength increases, this feeling becomes stronger.
Lu Fan has never seen this kind of martial arts mentality.
If he had to find one, it would be very similar to the wizards he had fought against before, Wuntaklin.
