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Chapter 238 Dungeon

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    "You damn sissy, I'm talking about you!" Zhang Song rolled up his sleeves and was about to slap the young man. There are really so many people who are not afraid of death today.

    "Bah!" Yu Bo suddenly stood in front of his young master and grabbed Zhang Song's wrist.

    "Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, old man, let go, let go, if you dare to touch me, you are dead!" Zhang Song wailed.

    "You can't do it, you can't do it. This is Captain Zhang's son. If you touch him, you won't be able to have a good time today." The boy was about to cry. How could he be so unlucky to encounter such a thing?  .

    "My father, Zhang Ershan, is the captain of the Zihai City Law Enforcement Team. If you dare to touch me, you are dead. I will ask my father to arrest you and throw you all into the dungeon!" Zhang Song shouted.

    Ouyang Tian was also convinced and felt that Zhang Song was also a cheat.

    "Let go, don't let go, do you really want to die?" Zhang Song stared at Yu Bo.

    "Forget it, Uncle Yu, don't be the same as this person!" The young man shook his head.

    "Wait a minute, who told you to leave? Keep this Feifeng Chai!" Zhang Song grabbed the Feifeng Chai above the young man's head. He, Young Master Zhang, had promised that this Feifeng Chai must be his.

    "Bang!" Yubo punched out, and the young man flew backwards, knocking a dog out of his head!

    "Brother Song!" The woman screamed and hurried over to help Zhang Song.

    Zhang Song, whose face was covered with blood, took out a bamboo whistle and blew it in his mouth. The sharp bamboo whistle sounded, and people on the street looked at Zhang Song in shock!

    The moment the bamboo whistle sounded, a figure fell from the sky. Seeing Zhang Song's face covered in blood, his face changed drastically: "Who, who did it!"

    "He, they intend to murder this young master, arrest them, arrest them all!" Zhang Song pointed at the people in Zhenfang Zhai.

    Ouyang Tian and Xia Hu were stunned one by one. Damn it, this piece of pine is so fucking stupid that it didn¡¯t even let them go. They didn¡¯t do anything, they were just watching the fun.

    "You dare to kill people in Zihai City, how brave you are!" The law enforcement monk shouted loudly, flicked one hand, and a chain wrapped around Ouyang Tian and the others.

    Yu Bo snorted, wondering how a mere chain could restrain him, but when he was about to break the chain, the young man shook his head.

    Not long after, a large number of law enforcement monks arrived, led by Zhang Song's father, Zhang Ershan, who was in the early stages of foundation building.

    Ouyang Tian thought Zhang Ershan was some kind of big shot. It turned out that he was just a small early-stage foundation-building monk. Seeing Zhang Song's arrogance, he thought he was some kind of pill-forming elder.

    Zhang Ershan was furious when he saw his precious son's face covered with blood. His old son was so precious to his son that he couldn't bear to touch him on weekdays, but his precious son was actually beaten!

    "Who did this? Dare to hit my Zhang Ershan's son?" Zhang Ershan looked around. The nearby merchants were afraid of confronting Zhang Ershan because of his power.

    "Dad, it's them, it's them. I just wanted to buy a Feifeng hairpin for Bo Mei. Not only did they refuse, they also beat me!" Zhang Song cried to his father.

    "Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense. It was obviously you who made the first move, and this sissy was just self-defense!" Xia Huyi couldn't stand Zhang Song's nonsense.

    "A handyman disciple of the Purple Qi Immortal Sect?" Zhang Ershan glanced at Xia Huyi.

    "If you know that we are disciples of the Purple Air Immortal Sect, don't let go quickly. If the elders of the Purple Air Immortal Sect find out about this, you will all be in trouble!" Xia Hu snorted.

    Zhang Ershan chuckled: "Don't say you are just a small handyman disciple. Even if you are a Qi Refiner or even an inner sect disciple, I can take care of you if you commit trouble in Zihai City."

    "Dad, lock them up and never let them go so easily!" Zhang Song fanned the flames.

    "Come on, take them into the dungeon and torture them, maybe they are demons!" Zhang Ershan asked his men to lock Ouyang Tian and the others into the dungeon.

    ??Zhang Ershan really dared to say that he casually labeled them as demons and monsters. As long as they were touched by these words, they would be disabled even if they were not dead.

    "Bang!" The heavy iron door closed, and Ouyang Tian and the others were locked in the dungeon of Zihai City.

    The whole body of the dungeon is made of fine iron, with a large number of formations attached to the fine iron. The formations are connected to the Zihai City formation, making it almost impossible to escape.

    "What a damn bad luck!" Xia Hu spit out, he would encounter such bad things even if he walked into Zihai City.

    "This time we are implicated by this sissy!" Xia Huyi lamentedOne sound.

    "I've tolerated you for a long time, who are you calling a sissy?" The boy's face turned red.

    "I'll tell whoever answers the question. Not only are you a sissy, you're also a stick. Can't you see that this Zhang Song is a bitch who takes advantage of others' power? If he wants your Feifengchai, just give it to him. Why don't you just give it to him?  Isn't this a big deal?" Fortunately, the young man didn't speak, but when he spoke, Xia Huyi became even more angry.

    "Didn't you also say a few words for him?" Ouyang Tian rolled his eyes at Xia Hu.

    "I just saw injustice on the road. Who knows whether the identity of a disciple of the Purple Air Immortal Sect is of no use in this Zihai City."  As a result, he failed to show off and was slapped in the face.

    Xia Hu glanced at Ouyang Tian resentfully, saying that wearing the clothes of a handyman disciple and being low-key can avoid some trouble. Now it's better. He was immediately thrown into the dungeon, and the trouble was big.

    If they were wearing the clothes of his direct disciples, he would not believe that Zhang Ershan had the guts to detain them.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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