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After Heartless and Boya left, the only ones left in the prison were the blind man and Hua Qianlou.

Hua QianXun could not see through the blind man in front of him. This person gave him a mysterious feeling. Not to mention, he couldn't even tell how shrewd the city was.

"Who the hell are you?" The blind man asked Hua Qianlou coldly.

Hua Qian Xun knew that the blind man was already suspicious of his identity, so he intentionally replied carelessly, "I'm a new prisoner! His name is Zheng Hua An. "

"Humph!" If a rookie did not have a reason, would he dare to cause a ruckus in the death prison within three days of coming here? To be honest, otherwise the Northern Courtyard would not have taken you in. Right now you have not only killed the East Branch's Fan Wuyou and Bones, but also the Ghost King. If our North Courtyard does not accept you, the South Courtyard will not accept you. "Then you only have one outcome."

"Die, right?" Hua Qianlou smiled faintly.

Hua Qianlou let out a long sigh of relief and said: "Senior, although I do not know who you are, I still do not know. But I know you must have been a big shot before. My real name is Hua Qian Xun, I purposely came to the death prison, I only have one goal! "

"What?"

"Look for the Hong Gate token!"

When Hua QianXun spoke of the Hong Gate token, he saw that the blind man's body had slightly moved. He was secretly delighted as he said to himself: "Looks like I've found the right person. Even if this blind man doesn't possess the Hong Gate token, he must be related to it?"

"Why are you looking for the Hongmen Token?" The blind man asked Hua Qianlou coldly.

The blind man's words were extremely cold, so cold that it gave Hua QianXun goosebumps. If the blind man's eyes were like a normal person's, then Hua Qianlou absolutely believed that those eyes could kill.

"I am a member of the Hong clan."

"You are a member of the Hong clan?"

It could be said that the Hong Gate was the ancestor of the modern underworld. Logically speaking, the blind should not be so shocked after hearing about his identity, but the way he displayed it still made Hua Qianlou surprised. What did this blind man have to do with the Hong Gate token?

The blind man fell into a long silence. Hua Qianlou did not dare to disturb him as the entire cell was frighteningly quiet. At this moment, the people from the Northern Courtyard were moving about outside. No one came to interrupt the conversation between the blind man and Hua Qianlou.

After a long while, the blind man asked, "The head of the Hong sect is Jin Fei, right?"

"Yes sir!"

If even Jin Fei knew about the blind man's plan, then this blind man must be looking for the Gold Flying Token.

"You should not have come to this place. Anyone who has come to the death prison will not leave alive!"

"NO!" I can get out. "

"You can go out?" The Blind Swordmaster's voice was filled with excitement.

The blind man asked, "Are you speaking the truth?"

"Really! Since I'm able to enter this death prison, I must be prepared to leave. Even if this is hell, I have to leave! Because I still have a huge grudge to avenge myself! "

The Blind Swordmaster was shocked when he sensed the killing intent in Hua Qianlou's heart. He could truly feel the killing intent in Hua Qianlou's mind. This kind of killing intent was not something that could be emitted by an ordinary person. He did not understand this young man in front of him. If he was doing this for him, then even if he obtained the Hongmen Token, he would not be the Sect Leader of the Hong Gang. Because the person holding the token must be a descendant of the Sect Leader.

"Sit over here and let me touch you!"

After a moment of hesitation, Hua QianXun followed the Blind Swordmaster's instructions and sat down next to the Blind Swordmaster. The blind man was like a fortune-teller. He first touched Hua Qianlou's hand and then his face. When he circulated his true qi to test Hua Qianlou's inner strength, he was repelled by an extremely strong rebound force.

Ah!" How could you have such strong inner strength?

"Junior, I had a fortuitous encounter a while ago, that's why my inner force advanced by leaps and bounds! Senior, now do you believe that I can make the Northern Courtyard stand proud in front of the death prison? "

"I do! However, the butcher of the Southern Courtyard is also a fierce person. "

"Don't worry!" The fate of the butcher will eventually come to an end. "

The Blind Swordmaster nodded his head. He liked the arrogance of youngsters. Of course, there was a requirement of arrogance, and that was to have the right to be proud. There is no doubt that Hua Qian Xun is already qualified to do so! "

"Hua Qianlou, how about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Hua Qianlou asked with great interest.

"As long as you can bring Boya out of this death prison, I'll tell you about the Hongmen Token."

"Senior, is what you said true?"

The blind man deliberately said with a straight face, "Don't tell me that you think I, a blind person, would deceive a junior? Rest assured! It was about time for the Hongmen Token to reappear in the martial arts world. However, the medallion was revealed, and the martial arts world was in chaos! Perhaps you are destined to be sent to the death prison to get Pookie out. "

The news of him finally having a token made Hua QianXun very happy. However, it wasn't the right time to escape yet. He was waiting for someone to help him escape. He had planned to do so before entering the prison. Hua Qianlou lived a comfortable life in the death prison for the rest of his life. After all, with the protection of the Northern Courtyard, it was obvious that Boya had a good impression of Hua Qianlou. He had been pestering Hua Qianlou to play with him for the past few days. Although the death prison was very cruel to prisoners, it was still very lax to these senior members of the school. It was also because Hua QianXun had obtained a short period of respite.

Although it was short, it was because he had promised Qin Wei that he would unite the 'death prison' gang. The four great gangs only had three left, and the East District was gradually declining. It was only a matter of time before it would perish. The old Daoist was only worried that the Northern Courtyard would attack him when he made a move against the East Branch. Thus, the baldy of the East District could be considered to have lived a little longer. The prelude to death was slowly approaching. Hua Qianlou wanted to unify the 'death prison' not only for Qin Wei but also for himself. Because whether he could escape from the prison depended on his own influence in the prison.

The baldy of the East District was looking for trouble with Hua Qianlou. However, now that Hua Qian had found the Northern Courtyard's backer, the only expert in the East Courtyard was the baldy, how could he rashly provoke the North Courtyard which had many martial arts experts? Moreover, in these few days, the baldy had faintly sensed that the old Daoist of the Southern Courtyard was about to make his move. Because the old Daoist did not want to miss the chance to rule over the "death prison!" opportunity.

Every day for the past few days, when the monk went out, he would bring over a hundred of the East Branch's brothers with him. When this situation was reflected in the old Daoist's ears, he believed that the time was ripe, because this was the time when the baldy's heart was at its weakest. He had called the butcher to whisper in his ear, and a bloody fight was beginning again.

Monks have a habit of taking a shower once a day. He paid for the guards, and every night at ten o'clock he would go to the cell and take a bath. The cells were mostly for the guards in the death prison. The monk hummed a small tune. He quickly put on his pants after turning off the water cage. He regretted wearing wooden shoes to take a bath. It would greatly reduce his movement speed.

When he finished his bath and went to the closet to get the knife that he always carried, he felt empty. The monk felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed that something was amiss!

After all these years in the death prison, the monk had never left his side. So why was the blade missing today? Losing the blade was like a swordsman losing his sharp sword. It was undoubtedly the most fatal weakness.

The monk suddenly had an ominous premonition. Could it be that his subordinates had done something to him? When I just entered the bathhouse, I had my personal younger brother put the clothes and blade in the cupboard. The monk was sweating profusely as he shouted outside, "Xiao Bao, come in!" The monk called out a few times, but he did not see Xiaobao enter. The sense of crisis in his heart had grown stronger.

"Are you looking for this?" A figure walked out from the other side of the bathhouse. Dozens of people walked out quietly with a loud noise. The one leading the way held a one-foot long, shiny blade in his hand. It was the one he was using.

"Butcher, it's you!"

The butcher laughed as he raised the ring knife to look at the light, "Not bad, I didn't expect your ring knife to be this sharp!"

The monk's blade was indeed not an ordinary blade. This blade was not only thin but also sharp. During tempering, it was also forged with darksteel. It was extremely sharp, and could kill without touching blood.

The butcher waved his hand and the knife fell into the sewer beside him. He clapped his hands and laughed, "Aiya, I am sorry, I did not hold on tight! Alas, how could I lose such a good treasure? I deserve to die! When you go to hell, as your brother, I will definitely sacrifice a Dark Blade for you! "

When these words were spoken, everyone burst out in laughter, their faces ugly and hideous.

His words were full of provocation, but the monk did not speak. He just stood there quietly, constantly pushing the force within his body. He knew that this bloody battle was inevitable, and it would decide his life and death! It looked like his eighty brothers outside were doomed!

Since the monk was the head of the East Branch, his strength was definitely not weak. However, he knew that the butcher in front of him was also a demon that could kill without blinking an eye. Now that the two of them had clashed, the outcome of the battle was still uncertain. However, with the addition of the minions around the butcher, the scales of victory had already begun to tilt towards the butcher. The monk was not willing to give up so easily and shouted, "Come! Butcher, let's see how powerful this killing machine of yours is! "