Although Li Muran did not speak, his disdainful look at these hard-working men fully demonstrated his response.

"Brother Liu, this newcomer doesn't seem to understand the rules!" A big man frowned.

"This is not better! Let me teach him how to be a human in the mine!" The leading man laughed.

Before the laughter fell, he raised his foot and suddenly kicked Li Muran.

The kick was very strong and very sudden, but Li Muran just turned his body and avoided the kick.

The man was stunned and immediately punched another punch, making a whirring sound.

Li Muran had expected it, and just took a step back and avoided the other party's punch.

The two consecutive moves fell into the empty space. The man was both ashamed and angry, and immediately swung his fists and rushed towards Li Muran.

Li Muran just kept changing his pace, no matter how strong the man attacked, he could not touch the corner of his clothes.

After a strong attack, the man was exhausted and panting, while Li Muran was calm and calm. The bowl of white rice was still in his hands.

Everyone was very surprised. Before they knew it, many hard workers had already gathered around to "watch the battle". Dad Hu was even more surprised. He did not expect that Li Muran had such ability.

After all, Li Muran is a high-level immortal cultivator. Although his divine light has disappeared and he has become a mortal, his facial features are much stronger than ordinary mortals, regardless of their sensitivity, reaction speed, and physical strength and strength!

Especially the reaction speed, for the battle between high-level monks, the winner is only a moment, so high-level monks can react immediately with a thought. If they are slow, they may lead to a crushing defeat.

Although this great man was fist-like, in Li Muran's eyes, he had seen through his next move before he could take action. It was very easy to avoid it.

"I have given you a chance. If you don't know the tact, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Li Muran said lightly.

The man's face turned red when he heard this, and he turned around and shouted angrily to his companion: "Give it all for me!"

This man was obviously quite prestigious. With his greeting, the strong men rushed towards Li Muran one after another.

Then, screams continued. Without even calling Li Muran, these people lost their balance and fell to the ground one by one. Some of them accidentally injured their companions, making them miserable.

Li Muran didn't spend any effort at all. He just wandered around these people, easily avoiding these fists and feet, while also pushing them from time to time on their backs and using the force of their punches and kicks to bring them down.

Several low-level cultivators guarding here watched this scene curiously without any intention of stopping it. Obviously, the fights between hard work happen from time to time. As long as no life is lost and does not affect mining, they are unwilling to pay attention to it, but instead they are like watching a show.

In a moment, several strong men fell to the ground, some of whom had bruised noses and some sprains their fists and feet - basically, whoever puts the most effort and whoever is the worst injured.

Li Muran didn't even look at these people, and walked away and sat somewhere, continued to peel the rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The big men left the canteen in shame, and the hard work of watching the battle scattered one after another. Everyone was sitting far away from Li Muran, not daring to get close.

Only Dad Hu and the middle-aged man surnamed Xu sat beside Li Muran, and they praised him repeatedly:

"Brother Li is very capable!"

"Haha, with Brother Li in the future, I will not be bullied by other laborers in this mine..."

Li Muran smiled bitterly in his heart: "I didn't expect that even the bowl of white rice in his hand would have to rely on his strength to fight for it!"

A few days later, one night, Li Muran was sitting on a bed in a stone dungeon. The hard work around him had basically fallen asleep, and the snoring sounds were heard one after another.

Li Muran didn't sleep much, and his body didn't need much sleep. Moreover, with his cautious personality and so many people around him, he slept very lightly even when he fell asleep.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the iron shaft creaking from the distance from the dungeon gate.

"Who will come to the dungeon so late? Could it be that Aoyun Sect has captured another batch of hard labor?" Li Muran said in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of footsteps came, and it sounded like there were four or five people.

These people's footsteps sound very subtle, making the walking people look light.

"He is an immortal cultivator, but his cultivation is not high." Li Muran said in his heart. Even if he walks, he can still be spotless and silent.

The steps of these people were getting closer and closer, and finally they stopped outside the stone outdoor where Li Muran was.

Then, the iron door of the stone chamber was opened, and Li Muran saw four or five monks dressed in Aoyun Sect at a glance.

Several of these Aoyun Sect cultivators have seen Li Muran, who are the guards of the mine here. However, he has never seen the white-bearded old man in the lead.

Li Muran carefully discovered that although the old man had the same Aoyun Sect costume, the belt tied around his waist was light silver, which was different from the bronze belts of the other guards.

"It's him!" One of the monks pointed at Li Muran and said.

Li Muran was stunned. These people were actually coming for him!

Li Muran said in his heart: "Has they discovered my identity as an immortal cultivator? This is impossible. My divine light disappeared. On the surface, it seems that he is a completely mortal. Even the cultivator of the Yuanshen stage may not be able to see the flaws. These low-level cultivators are even more unlikely to see my identity!"

The old man from Silver Strap nodded and said to Li Muran with a smile: "You are the one who defeated several hard laborers by his own strength a few days ago?"

The old man had a kind smile and a kind tone, but he had no airs at all.

"It turns out that it's because of this!" Li Muran felt relieved. Even if he was punished for this, it would be nothing to be beaten.

"Yes!" Li Muran admitted readily. Among these immortal cultivators, two of them were present at the time, so he naturally could not hide it.

The old man looked at Li Muran up and down, and suddenly stretched out his finger and bounced it, and a ball of fire beads hit Li Muran.

Li Muran was startled and dodged without thinking too much. Finally, he reacted quickly enough. The fire bead almost passed by him, burning the clothes and skin on his right arm a little.

"It's really flexible!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and took back the fire beads.

"There will be a prison battle in three days. You should prepare well. There is no need to mine these ****s! As long as you win, you will naturally benefit you!" The old man nodded with a smile to Li Muran, then waved his hand and left here.

"Prison fight? What does it mean?" After the cultivators left, Li Muran looked confused.

Mr. Hu, who lives in the same stone chamber with him, was also awakened, and he looked sad.

"Brother Li is here for a short time, so I'm afraid I don't know about the prison fight!" Mr. Hu sighed: "The so-called prison fight is to lock two people in a cage and let them fight each other until the winner is decided!"

"This is a long-standing rule for the mine. At this time of year, each mine will select the most powerful hardworking workers and fight with other hardworking workers. Those cultivators use this as a bet and make heavy bets! The cultivators just now knew that Brother Li was flexible but had no fame, so they asked you to participate in the prison battle. As long as you win, they can win a lot of bets."

"But once you lose, you will be dead. You will either be beaten to death by your opponent in the cage, or you will be killed by those cultivators who lost the bet to vent their anger. In short, there will definitely be no way out!"

Speaking of this, Dad Hu couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Li, you should have heard the old man long ago. If you gave up that bowl of rice, you wouldn't have caused these troubles!"

"So that's it!" Li Muran frowned and nodded.

"If I win, will I have a chance to leave here?" Li Muran asked.

"If you can win, it will be great!" said Mr. Hu, "But they are even more unlikely to let Brother Li go! Because Brother Li is their tool for making money, they will let Brother Li continue to participate in the prison battle and win one bet after another for them until one day Brother Li dies on the prison court!"

"To be honest, when I first entered this mine, I met a good brother who was as righteous as Brother Li, and he was also chosen to participate in the prison battle. He was lucky, won two games and lived for two more years, but in the third year, he never returned - I heard that he was beaten by his opponent and vomited blood and died of death."

Speaking of this, Mr. Hu choked and burst into tears.

Li Muran smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that there's no chance! As long as I win, I can still come back to see Dad Hu. As for what happens in the future, let's talk about it later!"

Dad Hu wiped away his tears and said, "Brother Li is not afraid of danger, and he is even here to comfort the old man."

Li Muran has experienced many life-and-death battles, and such a thing cannot make his mood fluctuate at all.

Because he had to participate in the prison battle, Li Muran not only did not need to mine in the next few days, but the food was also richer. However, Li Muran had been fasting for a long time and was used to talking, so he only ate an extra bowl of Linggu rice. Mr. Hu and others thought that Li Muran knew his death was coming, so he had no taste in food.

On this day, Mr. Hu found Li Muran worriedly and said to him: "The old man finally found out clearly that the opponent of Brother Li's prison fight is Ding Shiba from Yunlai Island Mine!"

"Ding Shiba?" Li Muran naturally had never heard of it.

Dad Hu said, "The old man only knows his surname Ding, and no one knows what his real name is. The reason why he is called Ding Shiba is because he has killed eighteen opponents in the prison battle before! I heard that man is very ferocious and beat his opponent to death every time. Brother Li, you must take care of yourself!"

"I understand! Thank you, Dad Hu. Daddy, I must be very difficult to find out about this news from those immortal masters!" Li Muran said gratefully.
Chapter completed!