"Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look," the young man suddenly screamed excitedly.

"I have seen it, what are you calling?" replied the middle-aged man in a black robe.

"He came to save us, it was him." The young man danced, but he was surrounded in a small cage and his movements seemed funny.

"I've told you that they will come to us." The middle-aged man in a black robe sneered: "This is the only way to turn the sword into jade."

"But... it's the junior brother who came to save us," the young man shouted.

"Little Junior Brother?" The middle-aged man in a black robe was stunned: "Brother, have you been locked up for too long, are you crazy?"

"That's really my junior brother, I can guarantee it," the young man shouted, then closed his hands in front of his mouth: "Come here, my kissiest little..."

"Shut up, mosquito larvae." The middle-aged man in a black robe was furious.

"What's wrong?" The young man looked at the other person in confusion.

"I ask you, how long have we been locked up here?" asked the middle-aged man in a black robe.

"It's been a few decades, right? I can't remember the specific ones." said the young man.

"What kind of cultivation is Bixiao?" asked the middle-aged man in a black robe again.

"The peak of the great king." The young man said: "After all, we have been dealing with him for decades, and this cannot be hidden from me."

"That kid just killed the Lord Bixiao in an instant. Do you think he is the junior brother?" asked the middle-aged man in a black robe.

"Yes," the young man nodded.

The middle-aged man in a black robe collapsed on his forehead. He paused, and he seemed to be scolding something, but finally gave up. He then said in a helpless tone: "When you were a little bug, you actually sucked Master's blood. Master should have slapped you to death, instead of giving you spiritual energy, so that you can practice and achieve enlightenment. You, the brainless guy, has become my senior brother of the Linglian Sect. It is simply a shame for all the people."

"My cultivation is better than you," the young man curled his lips and said, "I am happy today. I don't care about you. If I don't accept it, when my junior brother saves us, we will have a good fight."

"I can't beat you in a fight. I just want you to move your pitiful brain." said the middle-aged man in a black robe: "How long has it been used to practice from Star Lord to Maharaja?"

"Ten years..." the young man replied seriously while pondering.

"I'll go, your grandma..." The middle-aged man in a black robe didn't come up in one breath, and was choked: "For more than a hundred years, we are all aware of our roots. Where can you and me go? Is it interesting?"

"Anyway, I remember that I was promoted to the throne in a blink of an eye." The young man insisted.

"You...you..." The middle-aged man in a black robe couldn't speak, so he shook the cage a few times, and then said hatefully: "If you can get out of trouble today, don't come to me in the future. As long as you dare to get close to me within a thousand miles, I will definitely fight for life and death with you."

"Oh, why are you angry? I know what you mean." The young man said with a smile: "You mean he can't be a junior brother, otherwise his cultivation would never be so powerful."

"Do you know what was being fooled just now?" The middle-aged man in a black robe collapsed again with blue veins.

"Creating you, so you can't tell you that I'm brainless all day long." The young man squeezed his eyes, then turned his head to look in Su Tang's direction: "But... he really looks very similar to his junior brother."

"Whether he looks like it or not, we don't want to talk, wait for change." said the middle-aged man in a black robe.

Su Tang's figure flashed among the cages. He knew the mechanism of the cage. He just clicked his fingertips and opened a cage. In a moment, hundreds of prisoners here had recovered their freedom.

If an ordinary person is imprisoned for a long time, once his freedom is restored, he is likely to run away in scattered areas, fearing that he will be captured again. The prisoners here are all monks who have experienced many hardships. They know very well that if Su Tang wants to harm them, there is no need to release them out of the cage. Moreover, if you don’t know the situation outside now, it is difficult to survive if you run away alone. It is better for everyone to gather together and maybe you can find a way out. Moreover, they also want to hear who Su Tang is and what they want to do when they come here.

Su Tang hovered in the air, and the prisoners around him were slowly gathering in this direction. His once dull eyes had somewhat regained some agility.

Su Tang glanced around and knew the identities of these monks, their origins were unusual and had high value for use, so Fengxiazhuang was reluctant to throw them outside to bet. Among them, those who had been detained for thousands of years have been detained for a long time.

"Each person is given ten elixirs of the Soul-Merking Pills." Su Tang turned his head and said to Yizhe.

Fang Yizhe was stunned for a moment, and said nothing, floating on the ground, shouting loudly: "Everyone comes to me to get ten merging pills, hurry up."

The crowd had a commotion. If it were normal, ten merging pills were not worth it for them, but now they have become their life-saving pills.

In a blink of an eye, the Rongshen Pill has been distributed, and Su Tang said: "You take the pill and adjust your breath first to practice. We will protect you and ensure everyone's safety."

The monks sat down on the ground very fragilely, took the Moisturizing Pill first, then closed their eyes and began to adjust their breathing.

There is no way to practice here. All cages are engraved with spiritual arrays. Yu Shuo them circulate their spiritual veins. After countless years of hardship, most of them have reached the state of exhaustion and dryness, but relying on their previous cultivation level to barely support them.

After almost a hundred breaths, the monks woke up one after another and stood up one after another. The most urgent task now is to leave Fengxia Village and never waste time in vain.

"I'll ask something." Su Tang shouted: "Who has ever been to the Jiutian Star Domain to attract monks?"

The crowd was silent and no one responded.

Su Tang was really stunned. What's going on? Are the two disciples of the ancestor of Linglian Sect not here?

Su Tang pondered for a moment. From the memory of the Sixth Prince Gongfu, he found a handsome and handsome young man. But looking around, there were beggars around him, one was dirtyer than the other, and some even had weeds in their hair, and they could not find anyone at all.

Another middle-aged man in a black robe appeared in Su Tang's mind. Looking around, you could see that there were dozens of people in a black robe, most of whom were middle-aged.

Could it be that he found the wrong place? The memory of the irresponsible sixth prince Gongfu cannot be faked
Chapter completed!