When Ao Bei brought 300 death row prisoners back to the death row prisoner tent of the Forward Camp, there were many fewer soldiers guarding the camp.

Most were sent to the battlefield.

Ao Bei and others held pass tokens, and Ao Bei had been in the forward camp for many years, so many people knew him.

Therefore, Ao Bei returned to the forefront camp and was not blocked.

After returning to the death row prison camp, all the death row prisoners who had already filled the tent disappeared.

There were only a hundred young men wearing luxurious clothes, wandering lazily in the tent.

Seeing Ao Bei and others walking into the camp, the young men showed surprise on their faces, their lazy expressions faded away, and their interest suddenly increased.

It seemed like something interesting happened.

Looking at these young men, Ao Bei said to Chen Jiu, "Go and ask who they are!"

After Chen Jiugong responded, he instantly possessed his legs and walked over to the group of young men and shouted: "Who are you? Where are the original people in the death row camp?"

Those young men, look at me, look at you, and it took a long time to say, "Are these people dead prisoners? Finally, I saw that they were alive!"

"I heard that these death row prisoners are cannon fodder, and they will go to the battlefield for a lifetime. I wonder if it is true?"

"Looking at their fierce and evil looks, they look quite intimidating!"

"Hey, have you just got off the battlefield?"

These young men are obviously still immersed in their own world and have no idea what kind of existence they are facing.

Chen Jiugong was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people, shook his fat body, rushed up and grabbed someone out casually.

He said fiercely: "I ask you, where are the people before here?"

The arrested young master felt the strong bloody smell on Chen Jiugong's body, and he suddenly said something unscrupulously: "Hurry, let go of me, otherwise I will kill you!"

Chen Jiugong showed a grim smile that he thought was terrifying, and the accumulated murderous intent burst out instantly: "Is that so? Fatty Master asked you for the last time, where have the people here been? If you don't say it again, do you believe it or not, you'll take your life now!"

The young master was spoiled and could not resist Chen Jiugong so scared, and they all said: "They, they were all sent to the battlefield. I heard that they were all killed in battle!"

Chen Jiugong was not concerned about the life and death of the dead prisoners, and asked again: "Who are you? Why did you appear here?"

The young master said, "I...I am the sixth young master of the Duke Zhenguo's mansion, my name is Lin Feifan!"

"The people here are all from the imperial capital!"

Mr. Chen didn't expect that the little face he caught was so big, but Mr. Chen was not afraid and said, "Let me explain it to Mr. Fat, why are you here?"

"I......"

"shut up!"

Lin Feifan was about to speak when he saw someone coming out and interrupted him.

"Can you say these things at will?"

After being suddenly shocked, Lin Feifan became much more awake, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared. The disaster came from his mouth, and he almost caused a big disaster.

Seeing another little face running out, Chen Jiugong said coldly: "Who are you?"

The man looked deep and looked solemn, and replied: "The Second Highness of the Zhaoyang Prince's Mansion, Su Zheng!"

"oh?"

Chen Jiugong looked at Su Zheng and couldn't help but wonder, the origins of these people were bigger than the other, so how could they appear in the death row camp in the border area?

"The Second Prince of Zhaoyang Palace is quite famous. So you are the boss of this group of people?"

Chen Jiugong put away his fierce look and squeezed out a smile and asked Su Zheng.

However, Lin Feifan in his hand did not let go.

Su Zheng was extremely disdainful of these death row prisoners and said impatiently: "I am not a boss, and we are not something you, a small death row prisoner, are qualified to inquire about!"

Chen Jiugong's smile suddenly faded away and he said unhappily: "Since you are not even the boss, how dare you interrupt Fat Master?"

Su Zheng was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that this fat man would dare to be so arrogant after learning about his identity.

However, Su Zheng is not an ordinary person. Although he is not popular in the royal palace, his martial arts talent is not bad.

Relying on the martial arts collected in the Zhaoyang Palace and by exploring by himself, he also entered the ninth level of the Jugang Realm, and he was only one step away from entering the Ningxu Realm.

But this level of cultivation is naturally not enough. At least Tuoba Qianyu is much better than Su Zheng.

"The little death row prisoner dares to speak rudely to His Highness. He is really tired of living!"

"die!"

With one palm, the ripples rippled, like throwing a stone into the water, causing many ripples.

The palm strength is restrained and the sharpness is hidden.

This palm seems ordinary, but it is full of murderous intent.

Only Chen Jiugong can personally experience the power contained in it.

Ao Bei's eyes moved slightly not far away.

Su Zheng was just a gathering realm, and the palm he blew out had a hint of artistic conception.

The artistic conception is invisible and moves with the heart.

After reaching a certain level of strength, those who can fully understand the artistic conception can activate the power of mountains, rivers, and awaken the energy of stars, sun and moon.

It’s no longer a problem to call the wind and rain.

The power of all things is imposed on the body, and it is unpredictable.

But now Su Zheng is far from that.

Now Su Zheng is just a first glimpse of the artistic conception, and he is not even a threshold. It is very likely that even Su Zheng himself does not know that he has touched the artistic conception.

Faced with this palm that condensed artistic conception, Chen Jiugong was too lazy to move.

No one noticed that Chen Jiugong was beating in the depths of his eyes like a gap.

"Pop!"

A heavy palm slapped Chen Jiugong's fat body, as if a ball of cotton was smashed into it.

All the force is absorbed cleanly.

Before Su Zheng could understand what was going on, a completely identical force rebounded from Chen Jiugong and returned it to Su Zheng.

"Click!"

Su Zheng did not expect this force to come so suddenly. Under the impact of the powerful force, his entire arm collapsed, and even the movement was extremely painful.

There was a faint smell of burnt mucus between the entire arm.

This is exactly the strangeness of Chen Jiugong's magical skills.

Nine-six True Yang Body!

It can absorb any force and transform it into the most rigid and yang energy for one's own use, and use the other's power to return it to the other body.

Looking at Su Zheng who was standing in front of him, Chen Jiugong had a look of playfulness: "Didn't the Second Prince want Fat Master to die? Why didn't he move?"

"Can't you move anymore, haha!"

Looking at Chen Jiugong who was laughing arrogantly, Su Zheng was furious, but the severe pain made him sober, knowing that the fat man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.

If you take action rashly, you may suffer a loss.

I could only turn around in disappointment and ignore this fat man anymore.

"Stop, did Fat Master let you go?"

Su Zheng had to stop and turn around: "Why, can you still dare to keep this highness?"

"Stay you? No, no, Fat Master dares to kill you!"

Chen Jiugong did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

The burst of murderous intent made Su Zheng feel palpitations.

He said in surprise: "This fat man really wants to kill himself!"

Su Zheng's tone couldn't help but soften a little, and he said, "What the hell do you want to do?"

Mr. Chen stopped and said, "Come with Fat Master, our battalion commander wants to see you!"

"battalion commander?"

Ignoring Su Zheng's doubts, Chen Jiugong casually threw Lin Feifan aside in his hand, and then returned to Ao Bei's side.

After seeing Ao Bei's appearance clearly, Su Zheng couldn't help but be stunned. Such a powerful fat man, his battalion commander was just a boy?

And how did this boy feel familiar?
Chapter completed!