Chapter 117 Trial Materials
Eight prison vans were driving on the road.

An old man followed him, and beside him were several guards who lowered their heads and listened to the scolding.

"A bunch of rubbish. They're already at the door, but they still want to lose me."

Several guards looked extremely ashamed, they never expected that someone would actually rob the Pingtian Sect's execution ground. It was something they had never seen in their entire lives, it was truly bizarre.

And they only sent one person to rob the execution ground?

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls is truly unwise and unintelligent.

In the seven prison vans, some prisoners who were caught before they could run a few steps and were severely beaten were also staring at Chen Lang coldly.

Is there something wrong with this person?

"Name." The old man walked over and looked at Chen Lang in the prison car and asked indifferently.

"Han Tianxiao."

"Why rob people?"

"Because they are my brothers from Pingtian Sect."

"Very good, very courageous." The old man casually sealed Chen Lang with a seal, "Then you can go with them."

"Elder, what is his strength?" asked the captain holding the whip.

"Early stage of foundation building."

"With such low level of cultivation, you're not even good enough to be a trial material, yet you still come to kidnap people." The whip-wielding captain shook his head, then searched Chen Lang's body, but found nothing except a broken iron sword.

"Then can I be the one?" Chen Lang asked.

"Okay, you're one." The whip-wielding captain left. It's rare to see people seeking their own death these days.

This man's background is somewhat strange, but the elders have checked and found that he is just an ordinary foundation-building cultivator. If he wants to die, then send him to death.

……

Eight prisoner vans slowly moved, passed the checkpoints, and entered the city.

Inside was a wide road that led to a circular building in the distance. It was made up of extremely thick marble columns and had many doors at the foot. Under the huge shadow, it looked as small as a mouse hole, reminding Chen Lang of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

However, he did not have much time to look around, as the prison van quickly turned left and entered a small alley filled with undried muddy puddles and a strong fishy smell in the air.

The prison van creaked and shook for several miles before finally stopping outside a brick wall. Monks with machetes appeared and opened the prison van.

"arrive."

With an indifferent voice, the monk slapped the faces of the sleeping prisoners with a knife, waking them up one by one, and chuckled:
"Are you still sleeping? Why sleep so long when you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die."

"Keep your spirits up and prepare for your final battle, so you can die with dignity."

Chen Lang was escorted to prison along with seven other prisoners.

The prison is very tall and is made of huge stones. Each stone is seven or eight feet long and wide, and weighs a thousand pounds. Perhaps to prevent them from escaping, there is an old man standing at the door. When Chen Lang went in, he was sealed again, completely blocking his cultivation.

Finally, he was put in heavy shackles and thrown into prison.

It was very dark inside, with no windows. Or maybe there were, but it was four or five feet above the ground, close to the ceiling, and the light shone in through a window a few feet square, reflecting the grayish-white straight traces of mist.

A male monk with disheveled hair sat at the end of the beam of light, staring blankly at that corner of the sky with a distracted look.

After getting used to the dimness, Chen Lang's vision became a little brighter. He saw many people squatting and lying in the corner. They all had shackles on their ankles. Some even had their limbs locked. Iron chains as thick as arms were embedded in the cracks of the boulders. They were obviously masters.

But Chen Lang didn't bother to pay attention, he was here to do business.

"Brother, wake up, I want to ask you something."

Chen Lang patted a monk who was sleeping with his head tilted against the wall, but the monk just frowned, muttered a few words, and fell asleep again without even opening his eyes.

Snapped.

Chen Lang slapped him and scolded him, "Are you from the Pingtian Sect? You don't have any fighting spirit at all."

The monk woke up and was very confused, but he looked at Chen Lang hatefully, then dragged the iron chain to the corner and went to sleep again.

I'm crazy.

So tolerable.

Chen Lang ignored him and walked to the monk who was looking out the window and asked, "Brother, how many sunbeams have you produced after being exposed to the sun for so long?" The monk just turned his head to look at him and said, "Don't bother me."

"Let me ask you something. I heard that there is a trial for the disciples of Qingmu Sect here. What does it have to do with you? I just heard that we are the trial materials. Can you tell me more about it?" Chen Lang asked.

If he wants to kill a lot of people, he has to find some good people. He has only seen a few people along the way.

"Go away." The monk said coldly.

Chen Lang punched him in the face and grabbed his collar with his other hand. The monk didn't expect Chen Lang to attack suddenly. His face changed and he used the chain in his hand to twist Chen Lang's neck.

Although Chen Lang's cultivation was locked, his bloody body was still there. He grabbed the chain and broke it, then pressed him against the wall again.

The sudden fight attracted the attention of many prisoners, who all came to look. All the prisoners who came in had their cultivation locked, so there were very few fights.

"Can I tell you now?" Chen Lang asked.

The monk still didn't care, his expression was numb. He pulled open his collar, exposing his neck, and said, "Go ahead."

Chen Lang was speechless. Do you really think I don’t dare to kill anyone?

It's not a secret. Is it so difficult to get some information? Am I being impolite or something?

"Don't bother, I know."

A voice came from another direction. Chen Lang turned his head and saw a long-haired man with five iron chains tied to his limbs, and the extra chain was tied around his neck.

Chen Lang squinted his eyes and looked at him. His perception told him that this person was very strong, but it didn’t matter. His cultivation was locked anyway, and this person’s physical strength might not be as good as his.

"explain."

The long-haired man didn't speak directly. He stared at Chen Lang and said, "Tell me about yourself first. I heard that you were arrested for robbing someone on the way?"

Chen Lang looked at him, then glanced around. Several monks quickly avoided his gaze. They were the group in the prison car outside. They originally wanted to come in and beat Chen Lang, but after seeing the fight just now, they thought better of it.

"Yes."

"The Pingtian Sect sent someone to rescue us?"

"No, I came here by myself." said Chen Lang.

"I knew it." The long-haired man shook his head, "How could they be so kind?"

"By the way, where are you from?" the long-haired man asked again.

Chen Lang gave a look that asked, "Master, what kind of job do you have?" "Are you forgetful?"

"I asked you which sect you were in before you joined Pingtian Sect." The long-haired man was not angry.

"Oh, the Tianjian Sect."

"Heavenly Sword Sect."

The long-haired man was stunned for a moment, his eyes were dazed, and he sighed softly.

"Don't be sad in a hurry, let's talk about the business first." Chen Lang said, why are these people always nagging and not very efficient.

The long-haired man smiled and said, "You want to ask about the trial here? I've been locked up for a long time, and I know everything you want to know.

But I have a condition, if you agree to it, I can tell you. "

"Tell me your terms." Chen Lang considered whether it would be more convenient to negotiate terms or to beat him up.

The long-haired man looked toward the left corner.

"Here is a dagger, pick it up."

Chen Lang picked up the dagger and thought, "You don't want me to kill you, do you?" He felt that the prisoners here seemed to have no desire to live.

"Help me shave my hair." said the long-haired man.

Chen Lang thought about it and said, "Okay."

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his hair and cut it off. The monks nearby looked over from time to time and kept their distance.

"I was also a disciple of the Tianjian Sect back then, so I should be considered your senior brother." The long-haired man suddenly said.

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(End of this chapter)