On this day, Lu Sheng fell into selfless practice and gained a clearer understanding of the Guangfeng Sword Technique.
Outside the iron window, the sunlight projected in turned into moonlight, and bursts of snoring came from outside again.
"It's time."
Lu Sheng thought secretly.
After adjusting his breathing rate, Lu Sheng meditated on the spot, his eyes closed tightly, and his mind entered a high-intensity concentration.
His body trembled violently, and a trace of air was born in his dantian. Lu Sheng's eyes flashed with joy, he was in the flow!
It took several days to finally break through to the third-rate realm!
He himself knew the pain involved, but before he could get excited, a huge feeling of weakness surged through his body, and his stomach rumbled.
He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten much all day.
Nestling in the corner, a white light flashed in his right hand, and food appeared in his palm.
After devouring the food, he drank another bowl of Dabu soup, feeling warm all over his body.
With his head resting on the cold stone wall, Lu Sheng closed his eyelids and fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, he found that his body had become a little fatter. When he opened his dirty clothes, muscles were revealed, and his arms had become a lot thicker.
He stood up and practiced the Guangfeng Sword Technique. His movements were smooth and smooth, and he was even better than his senior brother Li Mingtong.
He is no longer the same as before, like a showman. In the past, because of his thin body, his moves were weak and weak.
Today, his body is stronger than before and has improved slightly.
Lu Sheng was so excited that he practiced his moves for an hour or two. The moonlight projected on the iron window gradually disappeared and turned into sunlight.
"Hey! It's time to eat!"
A broken bowl was placed by the jailer at the iron bars, filled with rice grains and gray stuff.
Lu Sheng, who came over after hearing the sound, was a little surprised. Did the sun rise in the west today?
On weekdays, the jailer here treated him very badly. He would rather eat than lick the rice grains off the floor.
If he hadn't been so powerful, he might have succumbed to a life without dignity now.
Holding up the bowl of rice soup, Lu Sheng looked happy.
The jailer outside the iron bars smiled sarcastically. It was really a pleasant thing for this pretty boy to look like this in just a few days.
Their favorite thing in prison is to watch a person's process from resistance to submission.
"In a moment, the lady will come over and do whatever she asks you to do. Do you hear me?"
Stretching out a wooden stick and knocking Lu Sheng on the head, the jailer said in a stern tone.
Lu Sheng nodded and lowered his eyebrows.
Throwing the wooden stick aside, the jailer was very satisfied and said with a smile:
"You're a good boy. If you behave well this time, I won't throw the bowl away from you in the future."
"Thank you."
Bowing slightly, Lu Sheng's eyes were cold, and he returned to a blind spot while holding the rice soup.
Stirring it back and forth with chopsticks, the sound of "hoo hoo hoo" came out. Lu Sheng saw that the rice soup was mixed with a lot of sand and stones, there was a layer of mud at the bottom of the soup, and there was even a spider crawling.
With a sneer in his heart, he poured the rice somewhere far away from him and continued to practice his mental method.
At this moment, Lu Sheng had already mastered the "Crazy Sword Heart Technique", and his inner energy was slowly exhaled from his Dantian, and the inner energy flowed along his meridians.
After accumulating some more time, he should be able to extend his inner energy out of his body and reach the level of his senior brother.
There was a click.
The cell door opened, and Lin Xiaotang walked in with a sullen face and long slender legs, still holding the long blood-red whip.
Her eyes stayed on Lu Sheng, she gritted her teeth and waved quickly.
As soon as the whip went down, he lay on the ground. A whip mark appeared on his back, and blood oozed slightly from the wound.
Crack! ! !
The long whip was whipped into a bloody shadow by Lin Xiaotang. Not long after, Lu Sheng was covered in whip marks and dripping with blood, turning into a bloody man.
After kicking the man, Lin Xiaotang walked out of the dark cell with a cold expression.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and drops of blood fell from his hair. He opened his eyes, and there was a hint of violence and madness in his eyes.
Soon, these emotions disappeared and turned into extreme calmness. Lu Sheng took off his smelly and fishy clothes and threw them on the nearby straw.
Practice! Practice! ! What the fuck is cultivation! ! !
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Lu Sheng looked happy, he had broken through to the second-rate realm! Finally found a glimmer of self-protection.
With the strength, he immediately wanted to break out of the cell. Then he calmed down and extinguished this thought. It was better to be more cautious. There were first-class masters in the city.
Second-rate strength is no guarantee.
Lowering his head, his eyes fell on the white prisoner's clothes. The muscles on his body were bulging, making the clothes tight.
The arms are wide, the muscles on them are knotted, and the blood vessels are thick. With a slight exertion, the muscles stretch, making it look full of strength.
His height has also grown from the previous seven feet to eight feet, and he can now be called a burly figure.
"Lu Sheng! Come and eat."
The shouts outside the iron prison revealed a hint of gentleness.
Standing up, Lu Sheng walked steadily to the iron cell.
The jailer outside the prison had a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes. This man had grown stronger again. He held a bowl of rice grits and a plate of green vegetables in his hands.
"Lu Sheng, the lady will be here today, you have to behave well."
After taking the meal, Lu Sheng looked at the jailer with cold eyes.
The jailer trembled at this glance. Lu Sheng's tall figure blocked the sunlight on his face, and a sense of oppression was born from the bottom of his heart for no reason.
"Lend me some money!"
Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the jailer's arm, and said calmly.
The slender and powerful palms clasped the jailer's arm tightly. Suddenly, his arm turned purple and his face turned pale. He begged for mercy:
"Easy! Ah! My arm!"
Lu Sheng stared at him coldly.
A chill ran down his spine, and the jailer was about to cry. This man was too scary and too cold. His other hand was randomly touching something behind his back.
Finally, he held a purse between his arms, biting the strap of the purse, and took the money in with the other hand.
"Give it all to me." Lu Sheng said calmly and snatched the purse away.
In the process of pulling, the sling took away several of the jailer's teeth.
Covering his mouth in pain, the jailer rolled on the spot, with strands of red viscous liquid flowing out of his mouth.
He regretted it so much that he shouldn't have provoked this man in the first place!
At the same time, he was also wondering, how did this kid become so strong?
The food in prison is dirty, disgusting, and not that good!
When he encounters this kind of bullying by prisoners, he doesn't dare to say anything about it. It's too embarrassing and his colleagues will make fun of him.
Not to mention, this kid seems to have a background. A few days ago, it was supposed to be the time for the Qiu Queen's interrogation. All the death row inmates in other cells were taken out and beheaded, but this kid was fine.
The mysterious background and his habit of saving face are the beginning of this bullying.
