As Tan Luzi said, there are eleven masters worth recruiting, and the first one has been successful, which made Han Wen a little excited. He waved his hand and signaled to bring the next person over, but this was a bit disgusting;

The scholar looked good and had a good face. Of course, people like him often had a superior arrogance. They glanced at the sword maniac who closed his eyes and rested, and adjusted his breathing internal strength. The man said, "I really didn't expect that the peerless crazy sword would also serve a group of things without eggs! Humph! I admire you so much! Things without bones!"

Come on! A few people were angry with one sentence, but Han Wen didn't feel anything. After all, he was a real man, but the one he pretended to be was not. He couldn't explain to this guy: Actually, Is it a real man? I guess that if he doesn't need to use the next day, he will be killed by the emperor, and he is suspected of being a lustful, filthy, and mortal palace;

Dao Kuang smiled coldly and said, "People! You have to learn to let go! This is also responsible for yourself, it's nothing! I have been in this prison for half a year before I realized this truth! Scholar... You are too crazy! People like you can't live long!"

"Well said! The so-called good ministers choose their masters and work, and good birds choose their trees and live in them! This era is destined to be an era of survival of the fittest! Those who do not understand adaptation will eventually be eliminated!" Han Wen laughed and said, "Daoman! Do you know how to vote for the title?"

There is no way to know the name of the sword maniac? He sighed in his heart. This factoryman had a good method and involved himself in a few words. It seemed that he could not avoid it. After adjusting his inner breath, the sword maniac stood up and said, "Of course I know! Just... I'll ask the Supervisor to give him a fair opportunity! How about it?"

"Open the cell! Put them in, the winner lives, the loser dies!" Han Wen waved his hand and ordered coldly;

Dao Kuang and the scholar were sent to the cell opposite. These fences were all iron cells, which was enough to ensure that they could not hurt others suddenly. The scholar was opened and asked for a sword. Dao Kuang naturally chose the knife;

There is no aesthetic poetry of the wind and dancing, no iron-blooded passion for drinking before the war, and the two people quietly look at each other. The reason why the sword man is called sword maniac is not because his people are crazy enough, they are more crazy than crazy. The scholar himself is crazy than him. This crazy refers to his sword, wild and domineering;

"Drink—!", with a light shout, the sword jumped three feet high, and with one move, it made a powerful sound of breaking through the air. The scholar was not a vegetarian, and his deathly scholar sword was also a superb martial art that was unique in the world. One trick, it solved the sword crazy moves;

He will not be discouraged if he doesn't make a sword maniac. He is also a battle-hardened person. He has the demeanor of a master. He confidently cuts his sword quickly, showing his wild and domineering nature. Soon the gap between the two will appear indefinitely;

Ma Jinliang whispered: "Kao Kuang is accumulating sword power! The scholar is in danger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword roared wildly, holding the knife in both hands seemed to slash over it in an ordinary way! But the crisp sound and the sound of a broken bone made people know that the outcome was decided. This attack that accumulated the sword force cut off the scholar's sword and cut off his neck!

Han Wen nodded softly, "Tan Luzi! Bring all the remaining eight people! One by one is too troublesome!"

Eight people, including a woman, were brought over, and Han Wen said to herself: "Opportunities are for those who are prepared! Not only physically, but also psychologically! Opportunities are fleeting! And only once! Life or death is all in your thoughts! Choose yourself!

Those who choose to surrender to the court, stand on my left and choose to resist the court, please stand on my right and start choosing! I am too lazy to talk nonsense to you now! Never mind, Never mind, Never pretend to be heroes! Otherwise... you will die miserably!"

The lessons of the scholars are the teachers who came back. Even so, half of them chose their so-called dignity and backbone. Han Wen shook her head in disappointment: "It seems that Tan Luzi, you are not doing well! Defeat them! Defeat them from the heart! Do you know what to do! How many kinds of punishments are there in the West Factory?"

"About 120 kinds!" Tan Luzi answered respectfully, and Han Wennu said: "There are so many tough guys! Why? Do you want to suffer less? Pretend to be tough guys? It's not a shameful thing to serve the court!"

"Hmph! It's one thing to serve the court! It's another thing to be willing to be a lackey of the eunuch party! It's because of you eunuch dogs that the imperial court is so chaotic! I want us to serve you! Go dream!" A strong man cursed in a muffled voice, looking quite angry;

"Haha!" Han Wen smiled, stopping the angry Ma Jinliang and Tan Luzi: "How angry are you with them? Let's go! Take these people who are willing to serve the court! In addition, I will also go to see the so-called madman!"

Those who do not surrender may not be evil people who oppose the court, and those who surrender may not be good people. It is necessary to prevent certain precautions. Ma Jinliang knew how to retreat first, while Han Wen followed Tan Luzi to continue to go deeper into the prison;

The fence made of steel is convex and concave. The person who caused this situation was in the corner of the cell. Han Wen rubbed these strange and curved fences and was secretly shocked. How much force does this need to cause this destructive power!

The man in the corner of the wall was disheveled and his hair was hard to see clearly. He was wearing a prison uniform and was dirty. He hummed a little song, silly and turned a deaf ear to the people coming. He listened carefully and knew what this person was humming, what the brother and sister's lewd little song, absolutely eighteen forbidden!

"It's time to eat! Madman!" Tan Luzi winked at Han Wen, so he shouted inside. The madman raised his head and said, "That! Let it go! You're so polite! Don't serve me anymore, just leave for me!"

Damn, he is quite arrogant! Han Wen shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully: "Are you interested in serving the court? This is a good opportunity to regain freedom! If you have this intention, take this pill!"

"No interest!", the madman raised his head and refused without hesitation;

With the help of the torch light, Korean saw clearly that it was a picture... What a terrifying face! There are scars everywhere, and no one is a good place! This is simply not like a person's face!

Han Wen frowned. This guy with great martial arts skills is very mysterious. He could not find out his origin in the files of the Xichang Prison. It seemed to appear here out of thin air. However, because his destructive power is too strong, he dared not let him out...

He came over to test it out to see if there was hope to recruit him and control him with poison, but it seemed... it would not be successful! His tone was plain, but Korean could hear the determination. How could this be a lunatic? Absolutely not!

Sighing, Han Wen did not force it, and laughed: "There is a saying that goes! Life is precious, love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned! What about you! Think about it carefully! When will you figure it out, remember to send someone to notify me! You are leaving!"

One step, two steps, three steps... Well, hundreds of steps, Han Wen walked out of the cell. It seemed that this person was unwilling to come out, so he must have gone in voluntarily when he went in! Shaking his head, Han Wen faced the sunshine and felt the warmth in the sky;

"Supervisor! The Imperial Concubine sent someone to deliver a letter, asking you to have time to go there!" Ma Jinliang ran over and whispered;

Han Wen nodded, leaned against the stone lion at the door, and said lazily: "I understand! How are those people? Don't relax your vigilance against them! Always keep an eye on them, if someone... kills him!"

"I understand! They are quite peaceful, but that woman... She is the daughter of a small official, and her father was forced to death by the East Factory... This..., Ma Jinliang wanted to speak but stopped;

Han Wen smiled: "This is a condition that allows us to make good use of it! It is not a bad thing, but a good thing! Don't worry! Go! Go back to the West Factory!"

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Chapter completed!