The little man turned pale suddenly and became insane: "No, this is absolutely impossible..."
He looks like he is crazy and in a trance.
The young man in white waved his hand, and several cavalrymen stepped forward and held down the little man's shoulders, holding him up to the sky. The little man showed no reaction and looked at the young man with fright in his eyes, as if there was something scary.
Things exist the same.
The little man was taken into the sky jail without being detained. The young master gave an order and all the prisoners in the sky jail were taken out. He raised his eyebrows and said slyly: "Tomorrow, I will go hunting, you guys come with me.
Those who behave well will be spared the death penalty!"
Everyone's eyes were red, they were panting and holding their breath hard. If the young master hadn't been here, they would have vented their anger violently!
This dark prison blocked all their emotions and futures. They were all sitting there waiting for death with despair, but now they are all resurrected.
"But, there are eleven of you, and I only want ten of you. It's up to you to choose who will be eliminated!" The young master chuckled softly, with a slight curl at the corner of his lips.
He has played this kind of game many times, and even if they have a narrow escape from hunting with him, these people are like moths drawn to a flame and never get tired of playing it.
These people are all death row inmates who have been imprisoned for a long time. They know each other well and no one is easy to get along with.
Except for the two newcomers Bai Ye.
Not to mention a skinny little girl!
In the blink of an eye, nine figures of different heights, short, fat, and thin raised their legs and walked in the direction of Bai Ye.
There are only two windows welded shut with iron bars, and the two beams of sunlight shining in are the only light in this prison that is as well defended as iron barrels.
Damp, dark, and gloomy.
It is unclear whether the nine figures are male or female, old or young, and they are separated by a certain distance from each other.
Everyone is the protagonist and also a supporting role.
They were all extremely cautious, calculating step by step in their minds how to kill Bai Ye and the two of them, calculating every step, including the hidden arrows of others.
They all took courage, thinking that their parents, children, brothers, and wives, whom they had thought about countless times day and night, were about to meet them.
The hunting in the middle is almost ignored, there is only a glimmer of hope, and it is worth looking forward to.
Nine people are approaching with great momentum!
The little girl was about to cry, covering her mouth with her two little hands, trembling.
A drop of crystal tears fell.
Judging from her ten years of experience, there was no way she could survive.
One of the nine men, a giant man, jumped out of the crowd and swept the little girl's waist with an iron fist.
This punch is so explosive that even a fierce tiger has to fall down!
The big man's eyes are sharp and cautious. Even Bai Ye and the two little kids don't look down on him. If something unexpected happens, he can change his tactics at any time.
His mother is still waiting for him at home. It would be unfilial to have no children. He only hopes to see his old mother again in his lifetime.
This punch was as powerful as thunder, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, and a crack appeared in the space!
The little girl was already frightened. When had she ever seen such a battle?
Anyway, there is nothing to worry about anymore, just die, the little girl slowly closed her eyes.
Bai Ye stretched out his arms, protected the little girl behind him, and said dotingly: "Girl, as long as your brother is here, no one in this world can hurt you in the slightest."
Bai Ye's mortal body would never be able to take a punch to the head, and he would be seriously injured even if he was not dead.
He made a weird horse stance, holding the little girl tightly with his left hand behind his back. He stretched out his right hand, the two index fingers were together and bent, the thumb, nameless, and little finger were separated from each other, and the palm of his hand floated lightly towards the mark.
Iron Fist!
First come first!
Boom!
There was a very strange sound, like the muffled sound of stones hitting the wall, and the entire Tianlao was extremely silent.
The big man's right arm hung down feebly and he silently retreated among the nine people.
But at this moment, the two people beside him suddenly attacked and exchanged fists and palms. The big man was unprepared and took two killing moves.
His heart pulse was cut off, and he was about to die. He simply sat down, his usually fierce eyes softened, and he said dullly:
"I think of Zhang Tengyun as a young man who was rich and noble, with a loving father and a loving mother. I once wore a beautiful dress and was angry with my horse. I spent all my family wealth to cultivate Taoism. I haven't seen my parents for thirty years. I never expected that I would end up like this when I am old..."
Then, the pupils slowly dilated and the body gradually became cold.
The remaining eight people had seen Bai Ye's methods and couldn't figure out the details. On the contrary, some of the big men they were familiar with had been seriously injured.
Bullying the weak and taking advantage of the weak are their special skills.
This is human nature.
At this time, there were only ten people on death row left, no more, no less. They had no time to care about them all day long, so they softly comforted the little girl.
As he spoke, he felt a fishy smell oozing out of the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to wipe it. In the dim environment, he could vaguely see a trace of dark red on his index finger. He rubbed his fingers lightly...
Even a small Fudo Mingwang Jin was met with backlash.
Wang Hua had warned him that coffin confinement was a method that defied heaven and could not be used easily. Once used, it would damage the heart, pulse, and lungs at the least, and cause death of the body and soul at the worst.
Bai Ye's maverick young man saw it in his eyes. He had seen many such people. Everyone here was like this when they first came in. They relied on their own abilities and were arrogant.
When a wolf is tamed into a dog, the only difference is time.
"Haha! I didn't expect a new master to come in, let me try it out!" The young master got interested and folded the fan, stretched out his right hand with one hand, and pushed hard!
"Fire!"
White smoke puffed out, and with a pop, a ball of flame burned and enveloped the entire palm.
In the eyes of other death row inmates, this scene is simply a magical trick and appalling!
"wind!"
A breeze blew, and no one noticed when the young master disappeared. He was like a ghost, and his voice was still echoing.
At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Bai Ye. This was intuitive.
His body was tense. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent. Faced with such magical methods, he was helpless. Bai Ye untied the vine whip wrapped around his waist with one hand, drew out a whip, and responded coldly.
In the past ten years, apart from teaching him how to make coffins, Wang Hua had never taught him how to practice cultivation, but more about how to behave as a person and do things.
If he dies, the little girl won't survive.
"A night of fish and dragon dance!"
The whip comes out like electricity. Use two fingers to pluck the center of the whip and rotate it around the waist. You can look up and down, as well as head and tail, like a long snake waiting for an opportunity to move.
Suddenly, Bai Ye's pupils shrank sharply, his fingers trembled, and the whip tail shot straight forward like waves, and the tip of the tail exploded into the void!
boom!
A few wisps of black smoke appeared out of thin air, and a ghostly figure emerged from the void, flew back three steps, and stood up staggeringly.
On the other hand, on a white night, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, and the waves are calm.
"Tomorrow, I want you to look good!"
The young master was furious, his handsome face was ferocious, he gritted his teeth, threw the charred paper fan to the ground, held back his raging anger, and left with a cold snort.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!
He is not a gentleman. Today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow.