Chapter 116

"OK, but I have something to do today. Go yourself. You know the people in the dungeon."

Although the meridians in Po's body are sealed, his body still recovers quickly. Every time he releases blood, the wound on his wrist heals in five hours. Po himself feels strange. When is his constitution so abnormal.

Out of the cave, Po went straight to the dungeon. Along the way, Bao met Huang Qiusheng.

"Ha, boy, who are you? How can you lie in my back mountain?"

Huang Qiusheng didn't know that Po was caught and bled by the old man. How could he not be surprised that Po appeared here? That day, he chased and killed Po, but he suffered a loss in Po's hand. Now, how could he let Po go.

"Why am I here? I don't know. Why don't you ask your father, so you won't know." Po teased deliberately.

"Hum, I don't need to ask. I'll take you down first. I'm saying, die, boy."

Without saying a word, Huang Qiusheng directly offered a flying sword and stabbed it with a sword.

Po smiled and stood there without dodging. He looked at Huang Qiusheng stabbing himself.

Just as the flying sword was about to stab Po, suddenly a red light burst out from Po. An old man came in an instant. It was the shriveled old man who left a spiritual mark on Po. When Po was in danger, the old man would protect Po through the induction of the spiritual mark.

"Yes, those who dare to touch me, I'll kill you."

"No, Lord."

Huang Tiesheng suddenly appeared, stood in front of Huang Qiusheng, knelt on the ground and begged.

The old man raised his hand, put it down and said, "hum, your boy is lucky. If you dare to touch him again in the future, I will never spare you."

Po noticed that the old man's shriveled skin had a trace of blood color. Is it the effect of his own blood?

Huang Qiusheng was beaten to the ground by the old man. His chest was obviously sunken. He lay on the ground and didn't know whether he would live or die.

"Thank you for not killing children. I hope the Lord can save children's life. My subordinates will follow the Lord to the death in the future."

"Hum, take it. You can recover in three days after taking it."

The old man threw Huang Tiesheng a pill, looked at Po and said, "your blood is good. My internal injury that hasn't improved for many years shows signs of improvement."

Leaving such a sentence, the old man returned to his cabin to continue his cultivation.

After making such a fuss, Po continued to go to the dungeon. Now Po is just like an ordinary person. His meridians are sealed. Even if his physical strength is only stronger than ordinary people.

In the dungeon, the people who were imprisoned were all captured by the old man using monsters. Some were just captured, and some were captured and imprisoned for several years.

There are fifteen cells in this dungeon. Each cell is large enough to hold dozens of people.

As soon as po came in, he saw that there was a scar on the wrists of these people. He knew that these people provided blood to the old monster.

"All go away, all go away. At the order of the old patriarch, we came to pick up a hundred people to repair the square."

At this time, the cell guard came in with a deacon. When the Deacon saw Po, he was slightly surprised and asked, "whose child is this? Why is it here?"

The man in charge of the prison: "this man can't offend. This is the man brought by our old patriarch. The old patriarch has explained that this man can go anywhere in our tianwo sect."

"Oh, it's the old patriarch's people. I'm here to pick up people. It takes manpower to repair the square. The sect disciples are limited. The old patriarch ordered me to pick up some people here."

"Deacon, please."

Po didn't speak, but just watched quietly. The Deacon chose some strong ones.

"You, you, you, you, and you, come out."

Po looked in the direction the Deacon pointed out, and saw that the selected people were stronger in the prison.

"I won't go, you kill me."

At this time, a man in his thirties said angrily.

"No? You can't choose here."

Seeing this man, Po was obviously stunned. The man was no one else. It was his uncle in the village and his father's brother.

The Deacon popped a fireball, looked at Po's uncle with a gloomy face and said, "disobedient, kill."

"Hum, I can't imagine that there are scum like you in the cultivation world. Doesn't the cultivation world stipulate that monks can't attack ordinary people? What? Want to hit me with magic? Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

"Seek death." that day, Deacon wozong threw a fireball and smashed it at Jianshan.

"Hum." Po snorted coldly, slipped under his feet, grabbed the fireball, and tore it up with both hands. Although Po's true Qi can't be used and his body can't exert its power, the hardness of his body won't change. Ordinary magic tools can't hurt Po, let alone this small fireball.

"You, what are you doing?" the deacon was stunned when he saw Po tearing his fireball with his bare hands. He was in Yuanying territory. Even Jindan territory dared not tear his fireball with his bare hands.

"Hum, you can't touch him." Po said, pointing to Jianshan.

"OK, I won't touch him, then I'll find someone else." the Deacon is also smart. He knows that Po is next to Huang Tiesheng, the old leader of tianwo sect. He can't afford it, so he avoids some.

"Although you helped me, I won't thank you." Jianshan looked at Po. He seemed familiar, but he didn't know where he had met.

"Uncle, don't you know me?"

Jianshan has some doubts. A Bao's appearance when he was five years old is completely different from that now. Naturally, Jianshan doesn't know that the boy in front of him is a Bao.

"Are you?"

"I'm Po, uncle. Where's my father?"

"Ah, you're Po. You're still alive. That's great. You're still alive. It's good to be alive. It's good to be alive. Come and have a look at your uncle."

Po hugged Jianshan and cried.

Jianshan glanced at Po, then suddenly pushed Po away and said, "no, you're not Po. Po and his mother died in a big town. Besides, if you're really Po, how can you be with these scum? Who are you?"

"I'm really Po, uncle. When I was a child, my father took me up the mountain to hunt. You were afraid I couldn't walk. Every time I went up the mountain, you carried me on your back. Once we met a beast. In order to protect me, you were bitten by the beast on your shoulder. Do you remember?"

After listening to Po crying, Jianshan knew that the man in front of him was his nephew. For five years, he thought he couldn't see Po. Jianshan didn't get married five years ago. He wanted to treat Po like his own children. Now he sees it, but he sees it under such circumstances. Jianshan hugs Po and says, "good boy, don't cry, good boy." Jianshan stroked Po's back and said with concern.