When the man underground said that this was a dungeon, Xiao Chen suddenly realized that if it were a dungeon, it would be reasonable why the Ma Dao Confucian scholar, the Ma Dao bandit, wanted to build a dark room.

The man underground did not answer Xiao Chen's words. Instead, he learned that Ma Dao Rusheng was dead and couldn't help laughing wildly: "It's good to die...hehe... This bandit died so well, it's a waste of harm for the people of the world!"

The laughter was filled with a violent cough, and he was obviously injured internally, and it was very hurt. After laughing, the man couldn't help asking: "How did the Ma Dao Rushen die? Did you kill it?"

Xiao Chen did not answer, but instead looked solemn and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Why are you detained here by Ma Dao Rushen?"

The voice was filled with a childish voice, so that the people below learned that Xiao Chen was just a teenager and chuckled: "You teenager are not old, so you are quite cautious. No wonder you dare to break into the bandit's nest alone..."

"Don't talk nonsense, who are you?" Xiao Chen interrupted the man without hesitation, questioned again loudly, and threatened: "If you don't answer, I will turn around and leave immediately, lock the mechanism, and let you starve to death here! Don't doubt that all the bandits in the desert ridge were killed by me. If I leave, no one knows you in this dungeon!"

Xiao Chen's frightening frightened the people below and stopped talking nonsense. He coughed lightly. Although his voice was weak, it was extremely excited and proud from the heart. Even if Xiao Chen was above, he could hear his pride from the depths of his soul: "Listen, you are Zhao Fan, a disciple of Huashan Upper Courtyard, cough cough... Speaking of Huashan, how could you, a boy, know?"

Xiao Chen didn't care about his later words, but asked in surprise: "Are you from Huashan?"

"Huh?" The man named Zhao Fan exclaimed in surprise: "Do you know Huashan?"

"Why don't you know? Mr. Zhang, the Huangzhen Academy, praised Huashan to the sky!" Xiao Chen was unmoved and did not care about Zhao Fan's surprise.

"Are you from Huangzhen?" Zhao Fan was even more surprised.

"No!" Xiao Chen denied it, and then explained: "I'm just practicing martial arts in Huangzhen Academy."

His words made Zhao Fan laugh endlessly, and he laughed from the bottom of his heart: "I built a school in Huashan to give all living beings a chance to practice martial arts. I did nothing wrong. I will not die in Huashan, and my inheritance will not be extinct. Although I have been destroyed, I will not be able to live in the hearts of the people in the world!"

Xiao Chen was not deeply touched by this, and even didn't understand it, but he was moved by Zhao Fan's words. In the dark, he seemed to feel the spirit of being persistent and daring to be the first for the people of the world.

But it was only for a while that Xiao Chen soon questioned again: "As a disciple of Huashan Upper Court, you must have entered the third-rate realm and practiced internal skills, right? How could you fall into the hands of Ma Dao Confucian scholar and be detained here?"

This question made Zhao Fan quite angry, feeling that Xiao Chen was questioning Huashan martial arts, and snorted angrily: "Hmph, how could you understand? Zhao just met a strong enemy, fought for a fight, exhausted his strength, and killed the strong enemy. The little horse bandit, the Confucian scholar of the horse sword, just took advantage of Zhao's despicable sneak attack and captured Zhao."

"If Zhao was strong, the little horse bandit, the horse sword scholar, would definitely be able to kill him with one sword!"

"Hehe..." Xiao Chen laughed and believed his words when he didn't compete with him. He had to believe that Zhao Fan could not hide his pride. Even if Xiao Chen was on the ground, he could smell it. He immediately shouted: "Come up, all the horse bandits are dead, you are free!"

"I can't get out..." Zhao Fan lowered his spirit and said in a muffled voice.

"How could it be?" Xiao Chen was puzzled.

"You will know when you come down..." Zhao Fan was a little excited, as if the spirit he said just now needs people to be in danger of being proud of him at this moment.

It was quite embarrassing to go down to rescue.

Xiao Chen was confused and frowned and thought that Zhao Fan must have been locked up. He immediately searched for the torch, found the fire maker and lit the fire, raised the torch and walked down the narrow stairway passage.

After passing a spiral staircase, reaching the low dark room, what caught my eye was a figure that seemed to be bound by a cross. I held up the torch and stared at me. Xiao Chen's pupils shrank, took a breath of air conditioning, and was frightened by the scene in front of me.

Zhao Fan was tied up with iron chains, and even his waist was tied with iron chains. He had many wounds on his body, like a centipede, crawling all over his body. Xiao Chen's scalp was numb. This must have been the extreme punishment by the Ma Dao Confucian scholar. He couldn't figure out how this would happen. He couldn't help but ask, "How could Ma Dao Confucian scholar treat you like this?"

"Why?" Zhao Fan sneered: "This little horse bandit attacked me and imprisoned me in this dungeon, and was punished in every way. Isn't it that I covet my Huashan sword technique? Humph, the little horse bandit dares to covet my Huashan sword technique. Even if I, Zhao, will not let my Huashan sword technique fall into the hands of this horse bandit."

Speaking of this, Zhao Fan chuckled, as if he was not concerned about his injuries, and spread his hands and said, "So, Zhao will be as you see next..."

Hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but admire Zhao Fan. He was able to endure the extreme punishment and was unyielding. He was a man! He couldn't help but shout, "Brother Zhao, wait a moment, I'll go find the key to give you freedom!"

After saying that, he inserted the torch into the wall, hurriedly climbed out of the dungeon, searched for the key everywhere, but after searching for a long time, he did not find the key. He had no choice but to pick up a big knife and hurried back into the dungeon, and said awkwardly: "The key was not found..."

"It's okay!" Zhao Fan didn't care, but instead comforted Xiao Chen with a kind look: "Young brother, don't be anxious. Anyway, I, Mr. Zhao, have been here for a long time, so I don't want to be anxious for a while."

Xiao Chen smiled awkwardly, Zhao Fan was not anxious, but he watched Zhao Fan with wounds all over his body and was hanging, which made him anxious. He didn't say anything, speeded up the movements in his hand, holding a big knife and slashing the chain again and again.

During this period, Zhao Fan was really not in a hurry, but instead talked to Xiao Chen with a romance. It seemed that he had not talked to anyone for a long time and was so suffocated. After asking Xiao Chen's name, he called Xiao Chen brothers one by one, which was so kind.

Xiao Chen also knew why Zhao Fan was so kind to him. Apart from saving Zhao Fan, the biggest reason was probably that he was an apprentice of Huangzhen Academy. The school was originally built in Huashan and used to select Huashan disciples.
Chapter completed!