Qin Geng scooped up some rice and put it in the bowl in front of him.
Zheng Jixun knocked over the bowl and said disdainfully: "I don't eat these things for beasts."
"This is for beasts to eat."
Qin Geng replied with a smile.
Zheng Jixun raised his head in shock and looked at Qin Geng in disbelief.
This lowly jailer actually dared to talk to me like this.
Tired of living?
Suddenly thinking of his situation, a sarcastic expression appeared on his lips: "If my uncle hadn't been defeated, how dare you be so presumptuous?"
Qin Geng bent over and picked up the rice on the ground into a bowl, and said calmly: "I like your unruly look, I hope you can be like this later."
"Things like pigs and dogs"
After Zheng Jixun sneered disdainfully, he turned his head and looked aside.
Snapped!
There was a red slap mark on his face.
Zheng Jixun suddenly rushed towards Qin Geng like a furious lion.
Snapped!
This time, Zheng Jixun was knocked to the ground by Qin Geng and spit out his bloody teeth.
Martial arts in this world are prosperous, and Zheng Jixun has naturally practiced martial arts, and has even done things such as letting others directly transfer his inner strength to him.
However, due to the limitations of his tendons and dantian, his cultivation level was only second-rate.
Therefore, it is not enough in front of Qin Geng who has a hundred years of internal strength.
"Bitch, I'm going out and I won't let you go..."
Zheng Jixun's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that chose people to devour.
"I learned a skill from a prisoner, called the Talisman of Life and Death. Please give it a try."
Qin Geng took out a wine bottle from his arms, sucked it out with his inner strength, and penetrated several of Guo Jiu's acupuncture points.
Not long after, Zheng Jixun's expression became distorted, his veins protruded, his body twitched continuously, and he even spit out white foam from his mouth.
Even so, he still cursed.
He was indeed a ruthless man who ate one hundred and twenty-seven people.
Qin Geng said in confusion: "I really don't understand, why do you want to eat people like this?"
"You are a pariah, my uncle will eat what he eats."
Zheng Jixun struggled to say a word and passed out.
Qin Geng didn't talk to him anymore, picked up the barrel and came to another cell.
The person locked inside is Zheng Jixun's personal warrior who scolded him back then.
"Have a meal"
"oh"
Wu Fu stood up and took a step.
Qin Geng stared at him suddenly and shouted: "Hey...how dare you step with your left foot first? You don't take me seriously at all."
"What?"
Before the martial artist could react, his inner strength was sucked out and he died: 'I moved with my right foot...'
This was also his last consciousness.
Qin Geng estimated that he had about thirty years of internal energy. After refining it, it should last ten years.
This is a normal thing. Not everyone has the pure inner strength of the Spring and Autumn Lao Xian.
Qin Geng returned to his private room.
I sat cross-legged and exercised for ten days, but my muscles and veins still didn’t feel swollen or painful.
Suddenly, feeling very uncomfortable, Qin Geng quickly checked his body and found that the original acquired true energy had turned into innate true energy.
Qin Geng showed joy.
The realm of cultivation is divided into acquired and innate.
Before, he was only a theoretical innate master because he absorbed the acquired qi, but now he has become a reality.
Qin Geng carefully checked the total amount of internal energy and found it had shrunk.
In the future, try to choose high-quality suction products.
For example, Tuo Huan, who just returned to the northwest.
Grand Master, you don’t want anything to happen to your tribe, right?
"By the way, let's see if you can create a three-foot air wall like a sweeping monk."
Qin Geng pushed with both hands.
A three-foot wall of energy appeared.
After completing the exercise, the three-foot wall of energy disappeared.
Qin Geng stood up and walked around a few times with great satisfaction.
Suddenly I remembered the Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique.
In the past few years, Qin Geng has learned a lot of martial arts, light skills, hidden weapons, palm skills, and sword skills, and has almost forgotten Qianyuan Blood Burning Kung Fu.
Qin Geng sat down on the futon again, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then launched the Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique.
As the tide of innate true energy continues to wash away, the Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique seems to have unlocked the seal.
A quarter of an hour later.
Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique's fifth level breakthrough.
Two quarters of an hour later.
Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique's sixth breakthrough.
Three quarters of an hour later.
The seventh breakthrough of Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique
Two hours later.
Qin Geng rushed to the tenth level of Qianyuan Blood Burning Skill.
If it weren't for the eleventh level, Qin Geng would still be able to charge forward.
High internal strength is just different.
Qin Geng, who looked like a bloody man, waved his fist vigorously, and the air made a loud sound due to friction.
This strength must weigh several thousand kilograms!
Ordinary innate masters would only run away if they encountered him.
"Jiejiejie..."
Qin Geng let out the strange cry unique to the elders of the Soul Palace.
Then, he had to take out the dried meat from the package on the side to eat. He had to eat after every use of this useless martial arts. It was better not to use it unless necessary.
A few days later, the earth was covered with white snow, like a silver fairy tale world, with crystal clear ice and a mysterious light.
Tianlao is cold and mixed with various rancid smells.
Qin Geng, wearing a leather jacket, came to cell No. 3 in Tianzi.
Zheng Jixun was hung upside down, his arms twisted like two noodles, with countless sections broken off. Just a few days later, the once aloof uncle was beaten by the jailers until he was reduced to a human figure.
Qin Geng came to Zheng Jixun and stuffed the cold chicken legs into his mouth.
This chicken has a name, it's called the decapitated chicken.
"drumstick?"
Zheng Jixun was a little confused.
Why did the treatment suddenly change for the better?
Because his property was sealed the day he was arrested, he had no money to bribe the jailer.
The treatment is very poor.
Qin Geng said with a smile: "This is a chicken with its head cut off. After you go down the street, you will be on the guillotine."
In order to calm the anger of the people, the Ministry of Punishment arranged a parade for Zheng Jixun.
Zheng Jixun immediately became furious. He didn't care if he was beheaded. He couldn't tolerate the humiliation.
The next moment, he bit his tongue decisively.
Qin Geng was stunned and said, "You won't die if you bite your tongue."
Zheng Jixun made an indistinct sound from his mouth, which seemed to be cursing.
But it is certain that it was not Qin Geng who was scolded.
At noon, heavy snow like goose feathers fell one after another.
Caishikou is crowded with people.
Qin Geng mingled among the crowd and watched the fun.
After watching beheadings for so many years, this beheading was particularly satisfying.
"Execute him in Lingchi"
I don't know who shouted.
It resonated with everyone.
But it’s useless, it’s been decided above.
Qin Geng looked at the execution platform and was surprised to find that it was Huang Wenbing who was supervising the execution of Zheng Jixun.
After not seeing each other for a few years, Huang Wenbing was promoted again, and his official robe changed into a scarlet robe.
Dafeng, officials of different ranks wear different colors of official uniforms. Those above the third rank wear purple robes, those above the fifth rank wear scarlet robes, and those above the seventh rank wear green robes.
Huang Wenbing looked upright. After reading the verdict, he dropped the token.
Zheng Jixun's head fell to the ground, and blood spurted all over the ground.
Countless people came forward with kitchen knives and sickles and cut Zheng Jixun into pieces.
"No matter how many emperors, generals or ministers I have, they are just passers-by in my life."
Qin Geng sighed lightly.
He turned around and disappeared into the vast sea of people.
